Two weeks later, Ginny Weasley Apparated into The Burrow to have breakfast with her parents, George, Ron and Percy. For some reason, she felt extremely queasy, and when she got into her kitchen and smelt the bacon fumes she felt even worse. She actually felt her stomach lurch.

"Hello darling!"

"Hi Mum," she said, wearily.

"Are you alright, dear?" Mrs Weasley asked, worriedly. "You look very pale."

"No, I'm fine," Ginny replied. "Just a bit queasy that's all."

"Your mother's right Ginny," Mr Weasley put in. "You've gone very white."

"No, I'm fine. I think I just Apparated too quickly or something."

"Why don't you sit down?" Mrs Weasley said, pulling out a chair for her. "Breakfast will be ready in a minute."

"Yes, and don't worry little sis," George said, sitting opposite her. "I have made my famous scrambled eggs. Those should cheer you right up."

"Thanks Fred. But, I've never understood this. Why do you call them your famous scrambled eggs? They are just the same as any scrambled eggs."

"Yes, but it's the only thing that I can cook without burning!"

"True," Ginny said, laughing. She turned around to see Percy and Ron at the stove. "Percy what did you make?"

"I made French toast!" Percy called, happily. "And I also took the liberty of frying some sliced tomatoes."

"Oh," Ginny said in approval. "And Ron what did you make?"

"Pancakes," Ron answered, flipping one over as he spoke. "Ginny, may I ask? Why are you the only one who didn't cook? We all made something: George made scrambled eggs, I made pancakes, Percy made French toast and fried tomatoes, Mum made potato waffles and Dad fried the bacon. You didn't lift a finger!"

"I would, but it looks like there isn't anything left to cook thanks to you guys!"

"Alright!" Mrs Weasley called. "Breakfast is served!" She pulled out her wand and made everything soar over to the table. The huge platter of eggs, bacon and fried tomatoes landed right in front of Ginny and the incredibly distinct smell of them wafted right into each of Ginny's nostrils and made her stomach lurch again.

"Are you aright, Ginny?" Ron asked, looking at her somewhat nervously.

"I'm fine," she lied. "Why?"

"Well, you've gone green for a start," George answered, also eyeing her warily. "And your eyes have gone all bright and shiny." Ginny frowned. She couldn't look that bad. She wasn't ill. She was just feeling a little off.

"Well, the food's delicious," Mr Weasley said, taking a huge forkful of eggs and tomatoes hungrily. "So, if you're a bit wary of that, then there's no need."

"No, it's no that Dad. I'm seriously al-" But Ginny didn't get to finish her sentence. She suddenly felt that the entire contents of her stomach were going to spill out onto her dining room table. She clapped a hand over her mouth and bolted from the room. Less than a minute later, the whole family heard her getting sick in the loo down the corridor.

"Wow," George said into the silence. "I thought the eggs were alright."

"Ron," Mrs Weasley said nervously. "Go and see if she's alright."

"No way!" Ron said, in horror. "I mean, why don't we wait for her to calm down a bit first."

"Fine then," she said, disgruntled. She got up from the table and went to see to her daughter. Five minutes later, they came back. Ginny was still green, but it was her hair that was wild now instead of her eyes. Her face was also very clammy looking.

"You should go and see a doctor dear," Mr Weasley said as he took one look at her.

"That's exactly what I'm going to do, Dad." Her voice came out very quiet and croaky.

"We are just trying to debate on how she's going to get there," Mrs Weasley put in. "It's not a good idea to Apparate in the state she's in. Do you still have that flying car, Arthur?"

"Nope, that's still in the Forbidden Forest, I'm afraid," Ron answered.

"Oh, of course," Mrs Weasley muttered in frustration.

"I can go on my broom," Ginny suggested.

"No!" her mother said in shock. "That's even worse than Apparating!"

"Well, Harry has Sirius's motorbike at home," Ginny went on. "But I don't know how to work it."

"I can drive you if you want," George offered.

"No!" Mrs Weasley insisted. "I absolutely forbid you to go off riding on a flying motorbike, Ginny!"

"Fine!" Ginny said, frustratingly. "Well, then I have no choice but to Apparate, Mum! We've run out of methods of transport!"

"Alright then," Mrs Weasley agreed, reluctantly. She gave her daughter a hug.

"Take care, dear. And tell us what the doctor says." Ginny nodded and Disapparated with a crack.

She arrived at Dr McCabe's office in St Mungo's in less than two seconds, stumbling clumsily as she did so. The travelling made her feel a bit woosy, but it subsuded within seconds. She sat in the waiting room for about half an hour, then a nurse came into the waiting room and called her name.

"Mrs Ginny Potter!" she called. "Dr McCabe is ready for you!" Everyone in the waiting room stared at her. She saw a few women nudge the woman beside them and point excitedly. At first, she got worried and wondered whether she really looked that terrible. But then she realized that it was because of the person she had just married. She sighed as she followed the nurse to Dr McCabe's office. She really would never understood how Harry put up with all the attention he had gotten over the years. She had only been gawped at like this for a few weeks and she was already at the end of her tether.

When she got to Dr McCabe's office, he asked her to do several tests for him which took about half an hour. She didn't know why she was the subject of all this fuss. She just felt a bit sick. Surely they could cure that in a second. When she had done all these tests, Dr McCabe asked her to sit in his office while he told her the results of her test. Ginny got quite worried then. There wouldn't be any results neccessary to report if she had just gotten a simple bug or something. This had to be something big or life changing. Her blood ran cold. What could possibly be wrong with her?

"Mrs Potter," Healer McCabe began in a serious voice. "When did you begin feeling like this?"

"Errm...a few days ago, I think. But it's been very on and off. Today has been the worst."

"And did you say you had thrown up before coming here?"

"Yes, just before I left. But today was the first time I actually got sick. I've been feeling like I was going to for the past few days, but today was the first time I actually did get sick."

"Mrs Potter, I have some big news for you. This piece of news is extremely life changing. In fact, your husband really ought to be here."

"Oh, well he's at work right now."

"Alright then, I'll just tell you myself and you can pass the information on."

"What is it? Is it serious?"

"Yes it is quite. Mrs Potter, you are two weeks pregnant." Ginny froze in shock. The room was silent. She didn't know what to say. She hadn't been this incapable of speech since Harry had proposed to her.

"What?" she asked, in a shrill voice that was not her own."

"You're two weeks pregnant," Healer McCabe repeated, a huge grin on his face now.

"Oh my goodness," Ginny whispered. She didn't know what she felt about that. How should she feel? Was it good? She didn't know. She really was not expecting this piece of news. She supposed she'd never really imagined herself with a child. It just seemed so...bizarre. To her surprise, tears started rolling down her face. She then realized that they were tears of joy. She laughed out loud. She was actually happy about this. Yes! This would be good! She was going to have a baby. With Harry!

"Oh my!" she said, loudly, wiping her tears. "Thank you so much!"

"Now, here are some leaflets about everything you need to know about pregnancy." He pointed his wand at one of his drawers and three leaflets flew towards Ginny and landed in her outstretched arms. She thanked the Healer once again and Apparated right out of his office. She knew where he was going. The Ministry of Magic.

When she got there, she landed in the foyer. She suddenly realized that she hadn't been here since she had come with Harry, Neville, Ron, Luna and Hermione in fifth year to fight Voldemort. She peered around for someone she knew. She clapped eyes on Kingsley Shacklebolt and she rushed over to him.

"Kingsley!" she exclaimed.

"Hello, Ginny!" he said, delightedly. "What can I do for you?"

"I was just looking for Harry," she answered.

"Well, he's just come out of a meeting. So he'd be in his office now. Do you know where that is?" When she shook her head, he smiled. "Sixth floor. He shares it with Paul O'Mahony and David Lemming."

"OK," she said. When she had gotten her wand back from examination, she power walked towards the elevator. She felt so awkward surrounded by all these tall Ministry wizards, that she was incredibly relieved when the steely voice said, "Department of Magical Law Enforcement."

When she got to Harry's office door, she saw him come out before she could even knock.

"Harry!" she exclaimed, relieved that she didn;t have to go in and meet two men that she'd never heard of before."

"Ginny!" he said in surprise. "What are you doing here? Are you OK?"

"Yeah, I'm fine! I just really need to talk to you."

"Why, what's wrong?"

"Well, I have some pretty big news for you."

"OK. Do you want to come in then?" Ginny hesitated.

"Yeah, why not?" she said. "You're probably going to need to sit down for this anyway."

"OK. I don't really like the sound of that." Ginny was happy to see that Harry's office was empty. She didn't really fancy the idea of telling Harry with other people in the room.

"OK," Harry said, sitting down at his desk. "What's this big news then?"

"Well," Ginny started, taking the seat opposite him. "I went to..." She trailed off as she focused on what Harry was wearing. "Why are you wearing braces, you prat?"

"Oh," Harry frowned, fingering the wacky strips of material on his shirt. "Ron dared me. Can you please tell him that I actually did it? OK, you're a witness! Ha! He owes me three Galleons now!" Ginny rolled her eyes. Boys, she thought to herself.

"Anyway," she went on. "I felt really sick when I went to have breakfast at The Burrow this morning."

"Oh, are you OK now?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. But I wasn't then. So Mum made me go to St Mungo's. I thought it was extreme at the time. But now I don't regret it."

"Why? What happened?"

"OK. I went to see Healer McCabe and he gave me loads of tests and in the results he saw something. I'm pregnant, Harry." She was surprised at how easy it was to say it out loud. Harry reacted the exact same way she had. Except he didn't cry. He was very silent and expressionless. Then he started smiling. He came over to her and kissed her.

"So I take it that means you're happy about it?" she said, as they finally drew breath.

"Oh my God! That's amazing, Ginny! Wait, it is mine, isn't it?" Ginny sighed, exasperatingly.

"Now is not the time for bad jokes, Harry!"

"I was only half joking!"

"Yes! It's yours!"

"That's amazing! Oh my God! We're going to have a baby! When is it due?"

"I don't know. We haven't really gone through all that yet. He recommended me to a gynacologist on Tottenham Court Road. Her name's Daphne Elliot."

"Cool. We'll go see her tomorrow."

"OK. Are you really happ with this, Harry?"

"I couldn't be happier. This is my life now, Ginny. You are my life. Our baby is our life."

"Wow. OK, that's exactly how I feel as well. Wow, I can't believe we're going to have a baby!"

"I know. It's so amazing. I'm sorry, I can't stop saying that!"

"It's OK! I'm speechless too."

"I love you," Harry whispered, kissing her forehead.

"I love you more."

"Not possible," Harry answered, before kissing her.