A/N I Own Nothing

Ao3 – Once_Upon_A_Potter

September 19th, 2004

"Well?" Ginny asked, eyebrow quirked, once they had gotten home and gotten James and Teddy settled for the night. She was home for just the one night, having been able to get back for Hermione's birthday.

"Well what?" Harry asked, distractedly, sitting on the edge of the bathtub, watching as Ginny took her makeup off.

"What have you been so antsy to tell me all evening?" Ginny clarified, glancing over at him.

"How do you know I have anything to tell you?" Harry countered, barely managing to keep a straight face.

Ginny turned to him, crossing her arms as she leaned against the counter. "I would think that after nearly five years of marriage, I'd be able to tell when you're keeping something from me." She deadpanned, "So out with it, what is it?"

"Well…" Harry hesitated, fiddling with the test in his jacket pocket, pondering on how to tell her.

With a sigh, he pulled it out of his pocket, opting to just show her instead.

She stared. "Is that-?"

He nodded.

"Are you-?"

He nodded once more.

"You're serious?" She questioned, lips twitching, barely daring to hope.

"Completely." He confirmed, leaning forward, elbows on his knees staring at the test he held in his hands.

"How long have you known?"

"I just found out this morning." Harry shook his head. "I'm planning on calling Carissa tomorrow morning."

With a breathless laugh, Ginny sat on the closed toilet lid, "This is actually happening, isn't it?"

"It certainly seems that way."

They sat in a moment of companionable silence.

"Does anyone else know?" Ginny eventually asked.

"No." Harry told her, then after a moment, "Just Hermione. She brought me the test, and watched James while I took it,"

Ginny reached out and brushed her hand against his arm, "You don't have to explain." She understood already, those two were like siblings, anybody with a brain could see that. Just as Ginny was with her brothers, Harry and Hermione didn't have much they didn't share with each other, seeming to just get closer as they got older. She couldn't think of the relationship with her brothers and deny her husband the same.

While she knew her own brothers saw her husband as something of a little brother, it just didn't seem to be quite the same. And with Ron, Ginny didn't know what it was, but Harry and Ron just hadn't been as close as they had once been. Yes, they still loved and cared for each other, but somewhere along the way (Ginny strongly suspected it had something to do with the war,) there had been a shift, a trust between the two of them that hadn't quite mended yet.

"I don't think she'll tell anyone." Harry continued, looking up at her.

"She won't." Ginny confirmed, if there was one thing Hermione hated, it was gossip, because of that, you could trust her not to tell what wasn't hers to tell.

September 22nd, 2004

"What's going on?" Harry questioned, once Ethan had come into the exam room he was sitting in. "Carissa wouldn't tell me anything."

Ethan sighed, that would be because while Carissa Greengrass was a great Healer, she couldn't do much for male bearer pregnancies past giving them a positive test and referring them to Ethan. Still though, something in her demeanor must have told the younger man that something wasn't as Ethan would have liked it to be.

"Your hCG levels aren't quite as high as I like to see for how far along we're assuming you are." Ethan told him truthfully.

"And that's bad?" Harry stated more than asked.

"It could just be that you're not as far along as we initially thought." Ethan stated.

"Or?" Harry prompted.

"Or… It could also mean there's something wrong." Ethan told him vaguely, "That you might be at risk of miscarriage."

"What do we do if that is the case?"

"First, before we get into things like that, I'd like to perform an ultrasound. See we can't figure out how far along you are and what your due date is."

September 24th, 2004

Harry found himself sitting in Ethan's office once again just two days later. The ultrasound had put him at roughly four weeks and three days (With a due date of May fifteenth), while they had been thinking he was closer to six weeks. But, Ethan still concerned had put him on bedrest and told him to come back two days later.

Harry and Ginny both had been immensely glad that Hermione had known, and she was able to help with James for the past two days.

So here Harry sat, in the exact same exam room as two days earlier, waiting for the results of the blood test Ethan had redone to come back.

IT was with relief that Harry was able to assure Ginny that everything had evened out and he was taken off of bedrest.

September 29th, 2004

Molly Rose's third birthday was held at her maternal grandfather's house. A small cabin deep in the woods with a small lake out back, an old RV parked to the side, and a dark gray pickup truck parked in front.

Michael Greene himself wasn't a particularly imposing man, in his mid-forties, he stood at five foot eight inches, barely taller than Harry himself, with kind blue eyes and light brown hair. Seeming to have an affinity for blue jeans and flannel shirts.

He welcomed the Weasley family into his home with open arms, as if he had known them his entire life, despite having to be introduced to most of them for the first time.

"Do I know you? From somewhere else?" Michael asked Harry, head tilting.

Harry shifted uncomfortably, changing his grip on James, who had insisted on being held but wouldn't let anyone else hold him, "No, I don't think so."

The older man hummed, before turning to the next person.

Harry shuffled back over to his wife, finally handing James over to her, much to the boy's displeasure, Harry drifted, looking at the man's numerous pictures he had hanging on his walls.

One that stood out to him was the portrait of two children, a boy around seven years of age with light brown hair and hazel eyes, dressed in a bright red shirt and overalls his feet bare in the grass. And a girl of five or six, golden blonde hair framing her small, beaming face, emerald green eyes sparkling in the sun, dressed in a bright red blouse and white skirt, her feet also bare.

"My father and my Aunt Rosalie." A voice said behind him, Harry jumped as though shot and whirled around to see Michael standing behind him. "I… Sorry, didn't mean to scare ya."

"Fine, It's fine." Harry told him breathlessly.

There was a moment of prolonged silence, wherein Harry shifted as Michael looked him up and down, head tilted and eyes squinting.

"You look like her." The older man finally said, nodding to himself.

"…Your Aunt?" Harry asked, glancing at the portrait, seeing no similarities other than the eyes.

Michael chuckled. "No. My cousin. Her name was Lily."

"Lily… Potter?"

"Lily Evans." Michael replied, "Though, I suppose Potter was her married name." Michael looked the younger man up and down, noticing more similarities between his cousin and her husband and the man in front of him. "She was married to that James fellow." Last he had ever seen of them was at the Evans/Green family reunion of nineteen-eighty, when James had been noticeably pregnant with their son. To this day Michael could swear that was still the only time he had ever seen a pregnant man. "You seem to have known them?" He prodded.

"Uh, yeah." Harry muttered, "They were, they were my parents."

"…well, I'll be…" Michael whispered, finally able to place Lily's eye color, nose, pale complexion and short height, and James' eye shape, mouth, ears and hair right down to the way it curled. "I don't know how I didn't see it sooner; you look just like them."

Harry huffed a laugh, "Yeah… I get that a lot. More about my dad though, than my mum."

Michael nodded, he could definitely see that, as the younger man had more of James' prominent features than he did Lily's.

"I didn't know I had any other living family still." Harry continued, "Other than my Aunt Petunia, that is."

"You know Petunia." Michael stated more than asked.

"Yeah. Yeah I do." Harry told him, "I was left with her and Uncle Vernon after my parents died."

"You were left with Petunia and Vernon?" Michael asked blandly. They, the wizards, had actually left a child with Petunia and Vernon of all people?!

"Yeah, I was." Harry shrugged, "It wasn't so bad. I mean, I'm still here."

Michael stared, "Just because you're still alive, doesn't mean that you've had a happy life."

"I know… but, I've…" Harry hesitated, "…forgiven them for how they treated me a long time ago." Not that that meant he had forgotten or that there wasn't any trauma, but he wasn't going to hold it against them.

Looking at the younger man in front of him, Michael hoped the younger man never changed, he may not know him well, but he seemed to have a good heart.

October 8th, 2004

"Mate, what is with you today?" Ron started, "You've run to the bathroom like ten times already, its only noon."

"That's a bit of an exaggeration, don't you think?" Harry asked, eyebrow raised.

"You turned down coffee,"

"So?"

"You never turn down coffee! The last time you acted like this was when you were pregnant with James, if I didn't know any better, I'd say-" He trailed off, eyes widening.

"Ron…" Harry rushed to say, only to be cut off.

"Are you-?"

"You can't tell anyone!"

"You're pregnant?!"

October 17th, 2004

"We're pregnant!" Ginny announced that afternoon during lunch at the burrow. Laughing at the shocked and surprised reactions around her.

"When did you find out?" Molly asked, once the initial shock had passed.

"Well," Harry took over, "We actually found out on Hermione's birthday."

"When are you due?" Audrey piped up, bouncing a fussy Molly Rose on her lap.

"May fifteenth." Ginny answered, leaning into Harry's side.

"You two don't seem overly surprised." George stated, looking to Ron and Hermione.

"I was with him when he first tested." Hermione explained.

"And I put it together a little over a week ago." Ron added.