A/N: I'm dedicating this chapter to staticbeyond…congrats on guessing correctly! By the way guys, I was really disappointed that only three people reviewed. I know there's at the very least twenty people reading, and if I don't get more reviews I'm going to lose my motivation to keep writing! Three reviews are just sad. Thanks to those who reviewed!

Chapter 23

The Tables Turn

"Ginny? Ginny, can you hear us?"

She opened her eyes slowly and squinted up at a person with red hair.

"Mum?" she said softly.

"No, it's me, Ron, but thank Merlin you're awake. You've had us worried sick, Gin!"

"What happened?" Ginny asked, and as Ron began to talk, flashes of the accident came back.

"Oh, Ron!" Ginny sat up quickly and looked around.

"What is it?" Hermione came forward quickly.

"It—it was Harry!" Ginny sobbed, "He came out of the s-staffroom and starting shouting at me talking about how he loved Cho, and he wanted the baby to die!"

Ron and Hermione were looking at her with slightly alarmed looks on their faces.

"Gin, it wasn't Harry." Ron said slowly.

"Yes it was! I saw him, Ron, and he was…horrible." Ginny whispered.

Hermione took a deep breath.

"Look, Ginny, it wasn't Harry…I…I can't tell you why yet, not until you lie back."

Ginny shook her head.

"Yes, Ginny, look you need to lie back. You fell down two flights of stairs and…you aren't well."

Ginny looked up quickly. She took a deep breath and felt a stabbing pain in her abdomen.

"Oh no." She moaned, "The baby…is the baby okay?"

Ron glanced at Hermione who sighed.

"We think so. The Healers said that he's still alive, but since you're already four months along…"

"But what?" Ginny asked sharply.

"They think there might be some problems when you deliver him."

Ginny finally lay back, her head spinning.

"Oh, God…wh-what about me? Am I still okay?"

"Well, you're alive, obviously." Ron said in a choked voice.

"But the Healers said that you shouldn't have…well, that it would be dangerous for you to have any children after James." Hermione said gently.

Ginny sat there quietly for a moment while Ron and Hermione looked uncomfortable.

"I can't believe Harry did this to me…to us…to the baby." She finally said, her eyes glistening with tears.

Ron looked pained.

"Gin, it wasn't Harry!"

"You keep saying that, Ronald, but you weren't there." Ginny said coldly.

"Okay," Hermione took a deep breath and looked at Ginny, "We didn't want to tell you this right now, because of your condition, but…well, here…see for yourself."

Hermione, who had been partially blocking Ginny's view of the room, stepped aside, and Ginny gasped as her eyes fell on the occupant of the other bed at the end of the room.

"Oh my God…what happened to him?" Ginny asked, covering her mouth with her hands.

"Alcohol poisoning…he….he was so cut up about what happened that he just couldn't stop drinking, Gin. I feel horrible…I should've stayed with him, he wasn't doing good…and I knew it…" Ron said.

"When were you planning on telling me?" Ginny asked angrily.

"Well, your Dad found him this morning, and I went to the Burrow to tell you and your mum, but you were gone, and Mrs.Weasley wasn't there…" Hermione said.

"I—I think…I feel a bit—bad….." Ginny said weakly.

"Gin, are you okay?" Ron asked, grabbing his sister's arm as she swayed dangerously.

Without answering, Ginny fainted.

During the night, she was vaguely aware of people coming in and out of the room, and distinctly heard people saying something about being awake…and Harry…but she couldn't bring herself to open her eyes. She dreamed about hearing Harry talking to her, and the dream only made her cry. She finally felt strong enough to open her eyes, and was relieved to find that no one was in the room. She sat up slowly and looked at the door.

"It's nice to see you decided to drop in." A hoarse voice came from the other end of the room, and Ginny looked around quickly.

"Oh, Harry." She sobbed, and tried to get out of bed, but Harry was by her side in an instant.

"Don't get up, you aren't well." He said with concern all over his face.

Ginny scoffed.

"And you are?" she retorted.

"I'm a right side better than you, even if I did go into a short term coma…besides…its not just you anymore, Gin." He said gently, resting a hand on her swollen stomach.

Ginny sniffed.

"Oh, so now you're thinking about me and the baby." She teased, but quickly regretted it at the look on Harry's face.

"I knew it…I knew I could never make you believe me." He said dully, and turned to go back to his bed.

Ginny grabbed his arm.

"No, no, I do believe you now, I do! Please don't leave me…I've been a horrible wife, Harry…I should've listened to you…I should've known you would never cheat on me…that you wouldn't do that to you and me…or James."

Harry grinned at the sound of his unborn son's name.

"How is little Jamesie?" he asked happily.

Ginny stiffened.

"He—the Healers think that there might be c-complications when he's born." Ginny said in a slightly choked voice.

Harry hugged her.

"It's okay, Ginny…he'll be fine…we'll all be fine…we'll be the big happy family you've always wanted…who knows…maybe Trelawney will turn out to be right, and we'll have twelve children, and I'll become Minister." Harry joked.

Ginny tried to smile, but couldn't swallow the howl of misery that rose in her throat. She flung herself down onto the bed and curled up on her side, sobbing.

"Ginny?" Harry said in alarm, "Ginny, what's the matter?" He ran over to the other side of the bed and looked her in the eyes.

She sat up, and sniffed.

"I…maybe you sh-should leave me, Harry….I-I know you want a b-big family, but I c-can't give that to you anymore!" She wailed.

Harry looked at her perplexedly.

"What are you on about?"
"I can't have any more children after James, Harry!" Ginny shouted.

He looked at her in shock, then, to her surprise, nearly crushed her in a hug.

"You listen to me, Ginevra Potter…I don't care if we have one child or twenty...I love you anyways, and I will never, ever, leave you."

Ginny gave him a watery smile.

"I'm sorry I'm being so emotional lately, Harry…this pregnancy thing is tough."

Harry grinned.

"Yeah, I can't wait till I get the normal you back." He teased.

Ginny swatted him on the head.

"Oh go on, laugh at me….its your fault I'm like this, you know."

Harry grinned.

"Yeah, but you're so cute when you're overemotional." He said, earning another swat on the head.

"Oh, shut up…now go back to bed and let me sleep."

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Ginny stayed at St. Mungo's for three more weeks, and was released on her birthday. Harry was deemed free to go a week before Ginny, but insisted on staying with his wife. She was now 5 months pregnant, and he wasn't letting her out of his sight. The Healers were now predicting her delivery to be around the very end of October, and Harry had taken off work for the next four months. Ginny began to find it annoying that he was constantly around, watching her every move, but by the end of her eighth month, she was glad.

It was a normal day…Ginny was in the kitchen sitting on a stool with her feet propped up and using her wand to cook dinner. Harry was sitting beside her, working on paperwork that he was doing to be promoted to a Superior Auror. He glanced at her often, and started noticing her wince every now and then. By the third time she'd done this, he put down his quill.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"I'm fine." She said. "James is kicking a lot I think."

"Okay…are you sure? Do you think you're going into labor, cause the Healers said he might be early…" Harry said worriedly.

"Harry, quit fussing, you're as bad as Mum. I'll tell you if I'm going into labor." Ginny said irritably.

"Sorry." He said, and went back to his work.

She continued cooking, but finally stopped, putting down her wand. Harry leaped to his feet and held her steady as she stood up.

"Harry…there's something wrong." She said, panic flooding her voice.

"What do you mean? Is it James? Is he coming?"

"No, but I don't feel him moving anymore."

Harry took a deep breath.

"Okay…come on…hold my arm, we're going to St. Mungo's right now."

Harry's worries deepened when Ginny didn't protest.

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Janet used her wand to zoom in on Ginny's ultrasound.

"Do you see this?" she asked, pointing at a white line.

"Yes," Harry said, "what is it?"

"It's called an amniotic band. What I've been doing right now is checking to see if it's attached to the baby anywhere. If it does attach, well, it's usually on the extremities, like the arms and legs. So far, it hasn't attached, and that's really good."

"Is that why I felt pain?" Ginny asked.

"No, I think that was little James acting up." Janet said, smiling.

Harry was focusing on a different issue.

"Why is it good that the band hasn't attached?" he asked sharply.

Janet took a deep breath.

"Well, this free-floating end of the band right here can attach to the fetus. If that happens, the baby will be born with amniotic band syndrome, or ABS. I know this is hard to understand, but, if that happens, it greatly increases the odds of congenital abnormalities. For example, if the band attaches to the extremities, the baby could be born without a limb, or with a clubfoot, or with webbing between the fingers…" Janet sighed, "If it attaches to the cord," Janet swallowed, "If—if it attaches to the cord, you could lose the baby."

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A/N: We're getting really close to the end guys! Now, as I said above, REVIEW. Three people….THREE PEOPLE are the only ones who cared enough…and that's pathetic.