CHAPTER 20

I awoke and quietly went downstairs to find Mrs. Weasley, taking the tiara with me. I found her in the kitchen, where I had expected she'd be. I handed it to her and thanked her.

She took it and pulled me in for a hug, "I'm glad you wore it. You looked beautiful yesterday."

I smiled and I could feel myself go red, so I changed the subject and offered to help her with breakfast.

"I don't usually accept anyone into my kitchen, but since this is partially your kitchen I would love the help. You can scramble the eggs and would you mind watching the bacon I just put on dear?"

"Not at all," I smiled before I checked the bacon. Then I was going to get the eggs out of the refrigerator, but they were already on the counter, which did not suprise me in the least.

About an hour later the smells of breakfast were wafting upstairs. As I set the table I knew it wouldn't be long before my husband came downstairs. As I expected Harry was the first one down only a few minutes later. I kissed his cheek before pushing him into a chair. It wasn't long before Hermione and Ron came down and it was then that I had realized the number of places I had set at the table. It wasn't until Ginny came down and I was serving everybody that I realized there were four extra places at the table.

"Who are the four extra plates for?" I asked Mrs. Weasley.

"I managed to convince Fred George, Angelina and Anna to stay," she replied and I knew she had managed to convince no one else in her family to stay.

"Is Arthur at work then?" I asked as Fred, George and their wives came downstairs. She nodded and I sat down next to my husband. When we finished eating most of us went our seperate ways. Fred, George, Angelina and Anna said they had to go to work. Angelina being the only one who didn't work at the joke shop. Ron and Hermione went back to their room and Harry and I went to ours.

"So much for spending time together," Harry yawned as he sat on our bed. I was only mildly suprised that I could understand him as he was yawning at the time he spoke.

"Are you saying you'd rather spend time with Ron than with your new wife?" I asked him with my eyebrow raised.

"Not at all," he said pulling me onto his lap and kissing me.

I kissed him a while before we heard a scream in the room above us. We rushed upstairs only to find that it was Ron who screamed and there was a spider on the wall.

Ron was on his bed pointing at it. I assumed Hermione was about to take a shower because her pink robe was wrapped hastily around her as she approached the wall. I shook with my supressed laughter and I knew Harry was trying his hardest not to laugh as he bit his lip. Though I couldn't look at him directly, for fear that I wouldn't be able to supress my laughter any longer.

"Oh for Heaven's sake Ron, its a spider," Hermione said squishing it. Finally I couldn't hold me laughter in any longer and when I burst out laughing, as Hermione walked past me to the bathroom closest to her room, Harry did, too.

"Oh sod off," Ron said as he pushed us out of his room and shut the door.

We took this as our cue to leave and walked back to our room, still laughing. Once we got back to the room I gathered up my things to take a shower.

"Where do you think you're going?" Harry asked, wrapping his arms around me from behind.

"I'm going to take a shower, if you doin't mind," I said, pulling from his grip.

"Maybe I do mind," he said, only pulling me closer.

"Well, maybe I don't care if you mind or if you don't," I said, continuing to struggle, to no avail, to loosen his grip.

He pulled me back into bed and my shower was put off for a few hours. Finally, when I said I had to go help Mrs. Weasley with lunch, he let me go.

I did go help Mrs. Weasley with lunch and it wasn't until we had eaten that I finally got into the shower.

I decided to go into the library while Amy took a shower. I looked at the shelves and pulled a book off the shelf. I settled myelf into a comfrotable chair underneath a lamp. It was then that I remembered what I had gone back to Burrow for the previous day and went upstairs to get it before reading. Once I had made sure it was safely in my pocket I made my way down to the library once more.

I found someone I hadn't expected: Snape, for the second time. This time I stood in shock for a moment before saying something. I considered leaving, because I had no idea what a sobbing Snape would do. I immediately decided against this though. I was almost sure he was aware of my presence because his sobs seemed to get a bit lighter.

I tentatively stepped forward, still silent, and I was almost half way across the room when Anna came into the room, carrying a tray of what looked like soup and, I assumed, a glass of brandy.

She didn't notice me immediately because she was speaking to Snape, "Severus, I'm sorry about Gwen, I really am, but I hate seeing you like this," I had a feeling she was going to continue, but she stopped in mid-stride when she noticed me, "Oh Harry, I didn't know you were here. We'll leave," she said as she regained her composure.

I was too busy putting things together in my head to respond, "Exactly how are you related to Snape?" I asked, hoping I was right because that was the only thing that made sense in my head.

"He's my older brother," she admitted after what looked like some internal debate.

"How come no one knows?" I asked, still looking for answers. When she didn't reply I repeated the question with more force.

"Well, I changed my name when I turned 17, shortly after leaving Beauxbaton, before I started working at Fred and George's joke shop."

"Wait, he went to Hogwarts," I interrupted, gesturing in Snapes direction. Snape had not looked up once and seemed to be sobbing still.

"When our parents died shortly after he left Hogwarts I was sent to our aunt's house; she lived in France."

"How come you speak such good English?"

"I never really spoke French. I learned it, yes, but it was never really my main language," she admitted, "Any other questions? Or can I take care of my brother now?"

"That means you're Amy's aunt and my in-law and that means I'm related to the Weasleys through marriage," I muttered, more to myself than to her.

"I guess so," she nodded.

"Alright then," I said, taking my book and leaving the library.

"Harry," she called and I turned towards her, "Can we keep this a secret?"

"I'm sorry, but I won't be able to keep something like this from my wife," I replied.

"I don't mind if you tell her, I guess, but just between the four of us," I guess she saw the confusion on my face because she gestured to Snape and comprehension dawned on me. I nodded before leaving the room, to wait for my wife in our bedroom.

I just sat and read as I waited and it was quite a long time before she came into the room, "What are you reading?" she asked noticing the book in my hands. I realized that she did look quite a bit like Anna. Then I realized that she also looked like Snape and pushed the thought from my mind.

"Oh nothing, just something I took from the library. You'll never guess what I found out," I said as I sat on the bed. She cast a drying spell on her hair and sat next to me, looking very interested. I didn't even wait for her to ask before continuing, "Snape has a sister."

"Who is it? Is is anyone we know?" she asked, getting more interested by the second.

"Anna, George's wife," I added, though she didn't need the clarification. Her eyes went wide and I knew I had her complete and total attention.

I told her the whole story and by the time I reached the end her mouth was hanging open in shock. She quickly closed her jaw and swallowed before speaking, "You mean George's wife is my aunt? Thats kind of creepy," she shuddered slightly.

I suddenly remembered what I had come back to the bedroom and my hand went to my pocket, almost automatically, to make sure it was still there.

I looked at Harry with concern when his hand suddenly shot to his pocket and he seemed to be feeling what was inside. The look of sudden realization on his face is most of what made me concerned.

"What is it?" I asked him.

"Oh, well, remember when I had to go to the Borrow yesterday, right after we got back here?"

I searched my memory for a moment before finding the right one. Then I felt the realization hit me, "What did you go back for?"

"Well," he smiled, "I have a wedding present for you," he said pulling his hand, closed tightly around something, out of his pocket, "Close your eyes," he said as I tried to see what was inside his hand.

I reluctantly closed my eyes and he told me to move my hair. I pulled it up, off of my neck and I felt a necklace go around my neck and waited patiently as he fumbled with the clasp.

He finally told me I could let go of my hair and open my eyes. I opened them and walked to the mirror, "Oh Harry, it's beautiful," I gasped as I examined the golden, heart-shaped locket. Tiny rubies formed the letter 'A' on the outside.

"Open it," he said gesturing to the locket and I fumbled with it for a moment before I got it open. On the left side there was a picture of my parents and on the right side there was a picture of his parents.

"Where did you get the pictures?" I asked as I examined them closer and discovered that he had magically shrunk the pictures.

"Just found them," he muttered and I could tell he had a secret, but I pushed the thought aside and decided I'd ask him about it later.

"I love you so much," I said instead of the questions that were forming in my mind. I pushed them all aside when I felt the baby move.

"I love you too," he said as I put my hand on my stomach, "Did you feel my son move?" he asked.

"Excuse me, but I'm having a girl," I said. Then I felt her move again and realized I not only felt it on the inside, but also with the hand on my stomach.

I looked at him with excitement in my eyes and put his hand on my stomach before looking back down again, as if willing the baby to move. It finally did and I looked up to find some of the excitement I felt in Harry's eyes, but also more than that. I knew he was proud.

"You'll make a fantastic dad, whether it is a girl or a boy," I said, just watching his face as he felt the baby move.

He looked up and I could still see the pride and excitement in his eyes, "You'l make an amazing mother, and it'll be a boy," he added stubbornly.

I laughed, "I'm telling you, it'll be a girl. A mother knows these things," I said and I just remembered that I shouldn't be suprised that Harry could now feel the baby kick. Just a few days ago I had felt Hermione's baby kick. Though, Hermione's stomach was much smaller than mine. I envied her for that.

"I don't believe you. I'm telling you, we should thinks of names for boys," he said, still being his stubborn self, though I knew I was just as stubborn as him, I couldn't help but laugh at him, "What's so funny?"

"You sure are a right stubborn prat sometimes, you know that," he looked like he was about to say something but I continued speaking before he got a chance to retort, "But you're my stubborn prat and I love you," I kissed him before continuing again, "We're not going to pick a name until our baby is born anyway, I thought we agreed on that. We'll pick our daughters name when we see her in person."

He rolled his eyes before agreeing, "Yeah, I guess I said that," he finally admitted.

"Well, come here and I'll let you feel the baby kick," I said as I layed down on the bed.

He finally layed next to me and put his hand on my stomach. It wasn't long after that when I fell asleep. I awoke to find Harry watching me.

"Why did you just let me sleep?" I asked, but didn't give him time to answer as my stomach growled and I asked another question, "What time is it?"

He laughed, "Which question do you want me to answer?"

"The second one," I replied, sitting up.

"Dinner just ended. It's about 5:30. Do you want me to get you something to eat?" he asked me as he sat up also.

"No, I can go get it myself," I said, pushing myself up.

"Are you sure?" he asked as I almost lost my balance and he placed a hand in the small of my back.

"You could come with me though, the company would be nice," I said. I waited until he had gotten up and I put my arm around his waist before we started walking out of the room and down the stairs.

We found Hermione and Ron in the kitchen, seemingly having a heated discussion. I shared a look with Harry before I was about to clear my throat. I never got a chance though because Hermione stormed out of the room.

"What was that about?" I asked before I could stop myself.

"Huh?" Ro didn't seem to notice we were there until I spoke, "Oh, nothing, it was stupid," he replied when he realized what I was talking about.

I raised my eyebrows at him, but didn't comment any firther. I took a bag of chips and went to find Hermione and talk to her.

I finally found her in the attic. "What are you doing up here?" I asked as I sat down next to her and offered her some chips.

She sighed before answering, "Thinking," she finally replied shortly.

"What did Ron say to set you off like that?" I asked, looking at her while she avoided my gaze.

"It wasn't anything he said. It's the way he's been acting lately..." she trailed off and paused, "It's nothing really, quite stupid. I guess I just got worked up because of the hormones. I guess I have been moody lately," she finally met my gaze and smiled, "Harry's going to be a wonderful father."

I broke the gaze and looked at my shoes, "Yeah, I guess he will," I muttered, "Ron'll be, too," I said, regaining her gaze.

This time she looked away, "I hope so..." she trailed off again.

I put my arm over her shoulder, "He will, he just needs time Hermione. Not everyone starts out perfectly, he just needs time to get used to it. I'm sure once that baby comes he'll be more then happy to be that baby's father."

She grinned, "I guess you're right, maybe I should go talk to him," she said as she took a handful of chips and I began munching myself.

"Let him wait, it'll be a better make-up if he's more worried he almost lost you," I grinned and she smile back

"I guess you're right."

We munched and talked for a while before finally going downstairs.