Chapter 6

Thank-you again to all the lovely people who are reading this and commenting. I appreciate anything you say, the constructive criticism I am trying to use in the story- I think the chapters are getting longer and I do like to know what you think of the characterization because everyone has different views.

I know many peope have commented on how harsh Mrs. Weasley was. Well I have made her so by looking at the 'Chamber of Secrets' and the Howler she sent to Ron. She was pretty harsh then I felt so this led me to decide that she could be capable of quite harsh words in a moment of 'seeing red' so to speak. I also think ( and these are only my opinions) that Mr. Weasley, what with his close involvement in the life of Harry so far would definitely want to see what his off-spring would be. Of course feel free to disagree.

It was several days later. Ginny was sitting in bed listening intently, unable to believe what she could here. Silence. Not a cry, not a wail, not even a whimper. She hadn't experienced a moment like this for days. She brushed back a hair straying across her face.

'I knew,' she considered, 'that babies cried, but honestly, to cry that often over little things like needing a burp.' Her mother had been a great help, showing Ginny everything there is to know about caring for a baby but it was still hard. And at night, when her mother went home, Ginny was left to care for the baby herself- the nurses thought it would do her good to tackle the baby's problems by herself. As this was a potentially phenomenal child, both mother and daughter had remained in St. Mungos for a few days for tests.

However this morning only her daughter Lily had been required. She had been taken ten minutes ago and Ginny was still adjusting to the peace that she had left behind.

Ginny, glanced at her watch. Would she have time? Dare she actually go?

'Pull yourself together Ginny, you have to do it' the voice inside her head was calling. 'You've been over and over this and you have to find out.'

In an instant Ginny had leapt out of bed and begun pulling on the only items of clothes she had in the room. Now her bump had gone all were too big.

'At least they disguise the amount of skin left there' she thought as she pulled on a pair of shoes and rushed towards the fire place. An instant later she was gone, swirling round and round towards Hogwarts.

On her journey she thought about what had happened, and what she was going to say now.

It was December, and the Gryffindor team were training hard. There was one more match before Christmas and they were determined to win. Harry Potter, team captain and seeker was shouting instructions to the seekers about which formations to take. Ginny had the quaffle and, according to Harry she should throw it to her left and fall back. But her instincts told her differently. She was sure she could score a goal if she was allowed. There was a split second where Ginny pondered over what to do. Then, with all her mite, she threw the quaffle at Ron in the goal. He caught it.

'Ginny!' bellowed Harry. 'I told you to throw it. Ron was in perfect position to save your shot but not Thara's. Next time I give an order do as I say, I'm the captain for the reason that I can see what's happening.'

Ginny rolled her eyes and flew on. 'Boys' she muttered. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a young man walk onto the pitch, mount a broom and fly up to meet them. He had shoulder length, light brown hair, deeps brown eyes and a mouth that said he would take no nonsense. He turned to Ginny and called-

'Miss, come over here a moment.' Ginny obliged and flew to meet the man. Harry joined them to. The two men shook hands and Harry then turned to Ginny.

'This is Professor Fripping, the sports captain taking over from Madame Hooch after Christmas.' Ginny smile and held out her hand to.

'It's a pleasure to meet you Ginny. I didn't mean to involve myself with the game, Potter only I observed this chaser deliberately ignoring your command and I wondered why. Normally people respect the wishes of the team captain.' Professor Fripping said all this in a serious voice, but his eyes suggested that he was just messing around.

Harry smiled and put his arm around Ginny. 'Well sir, it's a bit different for Gin here you see. The two of us are a couple, so-to-speak. One of the perks of the role is that she gets to ignore whatever I say.' He grinned at Ginny and she smiled back.

'Ah, say no more I fully understand' Fripping laughed. 'I just wanted to ensure we had no rivalry amongst team players.' With a wave of his hand he turned and flew back to the ground.

Ginny thought no more of the man until she came into land at the end of practice. She left earlier than everyone else because she had a Charms test the next day and wanted to swot up. As she entered the castle she saw the sports Professor again. He spotted her and came over.

'Ginny, back already. Well now I've seen you, would you come and do me a favour. Madame Hooch herself has already left the office but, alas all her papers remain. Would you be able to sort through them with me, determine the useful ones and the ones that will make good fire starters?'

All set to apologize and offer to help another time, Ginny looked up into Fripping's eyes. There was something there that Ginny, for whatever reason could not resist. Nodding meekly she followed the Professor to his office.

It was bright and warm in Fripping's office and, Ginny noted, there was not a cluster of papers in sight. As she turned, puzzled to the Professor, he smiled, told her to sit and poured her a drink out of a dark blue bottle. Ginny began to enquire again why Fripping had asked her here but he raised a hand.

'Don't worry Ginny, just relax. I only want a chat. I'm sorry I had to lure you here so to speak, but I know all students have one-hundred and one things to do so a chat doesn't rank high. You don't mind do you?'

Ginny blushed. 'Why no Professor I-'

'Call me Henry. Much more informal and friendly I feel.' He took a sip of his drink and Ginny, followed suit. As soon as she had she immediately regretted it. What had her father always said? Rising from her seat, she began mumbling an excuse to leave and Henry, to her surprise didn't try and stop her. Almost as she reached the door she felt her legs give way. Her last memory was her, falling towards the ground.

Hours later, Ginny stirred. She was lying on a couch in a room she did not recognize. Gradually parts of the evening came back to her, the game, the teacher, the drink-.

Frightened, Ginny gingerly tested her legs and, when she found they could support her weight once again, fled back to Gryffindor tower.

And Ginny twisted and turned through the flames, her thoughts journeyed to one other memory of a similar time.

Two days before the end of term, Gryffindor won their match against Ravenclaw. It had been a close match, only narrowly won by a good goal from Ginny, not one set out in Harry's game plan and then, seconds later, Harry spotted the snitch two feet from where he was.

There was a party in the common room but Harry and Ginny left shortly after it was started and went to the room of requirement. They always did this after a match. It was when they spent quality time together discussed the future. Tonight however, was to be slightly different.

Inside was a beautiful room. It had a table set for two in the corner and on the other side a large bed. That had never been there before. Harry took Ginny's hand.

'I want you to know that you're the world to me. I will do anything for you Ginny, anything. I also respect your wishes Gin' so it is only if you want to.'

Ginny thought hard. She remembered the night in Henry's office. Well, she remembered the start of it. She turned back to Harry, eagerly awaiting her answer. She couldn't disappoint him. He had been so loving and patient. Staring into his green eyes Ginny nodded her head 'I'm ready Harry, I am.'