Hi guys! I'm so glad that you all like this story! I would like to dedicate this chapter to Kiley 1 09, just because she's been a great reviewer for this story and because I haven't made any dedications in a while! So, enjoy this chapter Kiley 1 09! And all my other faithful reviewers!

Hannah Longbottom
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Two days later, Ginny and Harry visited the maternity section at St. Mungo's, waiting for their reccommended gynaecologist, Elizabeth Burrows. Ginny was fidgeting fiercely. She hadn't visited St Mungo's since she came to see Healer McCabe.

"Would you relax?" Harry said, feeling her nerves. "She won't bite."

"I know," Ginny said. "But she will tell us what state our baby is in. We're going to have a scan and everything. I'm scared, Harry." Harry held her hand and looked at her kindly.

"I'm scared too, Ginny. But everything's going to be alright. You'll see. Our baby will be happy and healthy."

"Mr and Mrs Potter!" The receptionist at the desk suddenly came and called their names. Ginny's head snapped towards her so fast that she cricked her neck. "Mrs Burrows is ready for you."

Ginny took a deep breath as Harry led her towards Elizabeth Burrow's room. Her room was very glossy and shiny. The whole atmposphere made Ginny shudder. She never liked hospitals much. Elizabeth Burrows was quite like her room herself. Glossy, shiny personality, with glossy blonde hair and shiny, dancing hazel eyes. She was quite pretty and she had a sharp, perfume scent about her.

"Welcome!" she said in a very calm, cool voice.

"Hi," Ginny and Harry said simultaneously.

"OK now. Let's get down to business, shall we? So, how far along are you, Mrs Potter?"

"Only a few weeks," Ginny replied.

"OK then, we'll just go through the paper work given to me by Healer McCabe, and then we'll just get your ultrasound started!"

Ginny came out half an hour later, gazing at a picture of a healthy happy baby (well, technically a fetus, as Elizabeth had said) as Harry had promised. Ginny was close to tears.

"Look how tiny it is!" she said to Harry.

"I know," he replied. "That's our baby!" They Disapparated into their kitchen in Grimmauld Place and Ginny collapsed into a chair. She was quite tired for some reason. That was the way she tended to feel these days. She wasn't that far along, and yet she couldn't do the things she usually did because she simply didn't have the energy anymore. she couldn't go shopping, she couldn't even do her job at all because it involved flying in the air on a broomstick, which wasn't reccommendable for a pregnant woman, no matter how far along she was.

"You OK?" Harry asked. "Do you want anything?"

"No," Ginny said. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Actually, I could do with some ice cream." Harry laughed and summoned a tub of Ben & Jerry's Cookie Dough out of the freezer.

"You know what's weird?" she began, as she dug into the ice cream.

"What?" Harry asked, sitting opposite her in the kitchen table.

"Ron and Hermione are getting married in five days. And then their going to be spending a week in Dubai."

"Oh yeah. It's so good for them though." Just then, there was a crack as someone Apparated right in front of them. It was Ron.

"Speak of the devil!" Ginny said, grinning. "We were just talking about you?"

"Really?" said waringly, looking like he wasn't sure whether to be worried or not. "Harry I found one of those 'postermen' lingering outside, looking for your house. Poor chap didn't know what to do! I told him I'd deliver it to you. He looked like he didn't want to hand it over, but he didn't know what else to do. Poor bloke!" Ron tossed a letter at Harry. It had a stamp on it so he knew it must be from a Muggle, especially since it had been delivered by a postman. He ripped the letter open not knowing what to expect. As he read it, he started to look amused. Eventually, he laughed and passed the letter to Ginny and Ron.

To Harry Potter,

Mum and Dad gave me your address. They told me you wrote to them a few weeks ago. I know it's a bit weird to get a letter from me after all these years but I just realized that I never asked you how it went with the whole war thing that you and your...people were doing. So...how did it go? Also, Mum and Dad told me that you'd gotten married. Well, congratulations. What's her name?

I was just wondering basically how you've been and to..well, catch up I suppose. Well, I've gotten married as well by the way. Her name is Griselda and we've recently just had a daughter called Patsy. She's two weeks old. I hope this letter gets to you; I'm not very familiar of your post process.

Get back to me if you want,

Dudley Dursley.

Ginny and Ron looked up in shcok when they were finished.

"This is your ass of a cousin that Fred and George tricked into eating the Ton-Tongue Toffee years ago, right?" Ron asked in surprise.

"Yeah," Harry replied, still laughing.

"Wow," Ginny said. "Wait, you wrote to the Dursleys?"

"Yeah, just after we got married. I thought I might as well tell them, you know, just so they no what's happened to me."

"Have you written to them before then?" she enquired.

"No. That was the first time."

"Wow," Ginny repeated.

"So, what are you going to do?"

"I don't know. What should I do?"

"I mean," Ginny said, looking confused. "This is your cousin that made your childhood miserable."

"With the help of his parents," Harry added.

"What does anyone do when this happens?" Ron wondered.

"I'll reply to his letter to be polite," Harry decided. "But that's it. I'm not going to become friends with him or anything. I think it's just better if we keep our distance."

"Yeah, I agree with you mate," Ron said, taking another glance at the letter and wincing.

"Me too," Ginny agreed, starting on her ice cream again, and slapping her brother's hand away when he attempted to get in on the action.

"Hey!" Ron said.

"I'm eating for two now!" Ginny said. Ron shook his head.

"I still can't believe that!" he said. "You knocked my sister up!"

"Charming way to put it, Ron!" Ginny muttered, irritatingly.

"Don't get me wrong! Congratulations and everything! It's just so big!"

"So's getting married," Harry pointed out. "Excited?"

"Yeah," Ron said. "And nervous. But in a good way."

"That's good," Harry said, passing him a beer. "Do you want one, Ginny?" Ginny looked up from the letter and gave Harry a look.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry."

"I still can't believe Ginny and Harry are going to have a baby!" Hermione and Lavender were sitting in her and Ron's living room looking about bridal magazines.

"I know," Lavender said. "It seemed so big that they were getting married, but now their actually going to have a family!"

"Yeah, I know. Wow! In nine months, their going to have a baby!"

"Yeah, Ginny won't be able to handle it," Lavender said, matter-of-factly, flicking through the magazines.

"What?"

"No offence to Ginny or anything, but they wouldn't be able to handle the responsibility of a child."

"OK, Lavender, don't take this the wrong way. I love you, but if you and Seamus can handle a child, then I think anyone can!"

"Hey!"

"No offence, but it is true!"

"Yeah, I know," Lavender agreed, reluctantly. "But I would just like to point out that Seamus and I have been nothing but responsible, loving and caring with Poppy!"

"I know! That was my point!"

"OK, good. So anyway, how are the wedding plans going?"

"All done! Everything's booked and ready!"

"Really? Oh good! So, what band did you book?"

"I booked a jazz trio that Ron and I went to see in Birmingham."

"Oh, that's nice! What are they called?"

"Jazz Trio."

"Ah. Original."

"I know! So, I know you and Seamus had a private wedding, but what kind of music did you have?"

"Oh, we had Enrique Iglesias singing and playing acoustic guitar on a small, sandy beach in the Bahamas." Hermione could only laugh at this reply. That was a typical Lavender choice.

"I wonder who picked the music!" Hermione said, sarcastically. Lavender giggled.

"So, looking forward to the wedding?"

"Nervous, but excited. I can't wait. I almost want to put on my dress now and go and marry Ron!"

"I have never seen a couple more perfect for each other, Hermione. Even when were at Hogwarts." Hermione smiled.

"Thanks Lavender. I just can't stop thinking about the wedding day. I just can't believe all this is happening. Nothing this good ever happens to me."

"Hermione, what's wrong? What are you talking about?"

"Well, it's just that I'm so scared. I've never seen Ron so calm. Ron! He's never calm and it's so unnerving! I am just so afraid that something bad is going to happen. I mean, this is a dream come true. But what if it's too good to be true? What if something happens to me? Or Ron? Or both of us? What if-"

"Hermione, I have never heard something so ridiculous."

"But-"

"Nothing is going to happen to you or Ron. Everyone gets nervous before they get married. This is your dream and it's coming true. Nothing bad is going to happen. The only reason why Ron is calm is because you worry enough for both of you!"

"What if-"

"No what ifs!"

"But-"

"No buts! Hermione, all you have to do is remember this: You love Ron, and Ron loves you, and you're getting married in a few days. That's all that matters." Hermione sighed deeply.

"OK then. You should be a therapist, Lavender!"

"After this? No way! You did my head in!"