Flashback
Molly Weasely had been in a foul mood all week. The news that Charlie and his wife, Belinda, couldn't have children had taken its toll on her. With George and Percy unmarried, Bill and Fleur on holiday with their small daughter Victoire, Ron and Hermione still planning their wedding, and with Ginny and Harry showing no signs of having children, Charlie had been her last hope of more grandchildren in the near future. Arthur, who knew better than to enrage his wife when she was already in such a foul mood, simply did as he was told as they prepared for the arrival of the families of five of their children.
About an hour later, Charlie and Belinda, Harry and Ginny, Ron and Hermione, George, Molly and Arthur were all seated around the kitchen table, tucking into a pile of Molly's cooking. All was silent for a moment, until Arthur decided to start some conversation.
"So, son, how are things working out with Lee at the shop?" Before George could respond, Ginny interrupted. Ron frowned at her, wondering why she was wearing a poncho, as opposed to her usual clothes.
"Er…Actually Dad, I was wondering if I could say something." Arthur looked surprised, but smiled and nodded. Ginny looked at Harry pointedly, and they both stood up.
"Ginny and I have an announcement to make," said Harry, smiling. A dark feeling of horror rose in Ron's chest as the meaning of the poncho was suddenly clear.
"Ginny's pregnant. We're going to have a baby!" Ron was aware of people rushing to their feet. Chairs squeaked and groaned as people launched themselves at the soon to be-parents and threw their arms around them. Ron's mind was blank, a sort of numbness spreading through his body as he sat firmly in his seat, not moving at all. After a few minutes, the crowd broke away, and Harry and Ron were looking eye-to-eye. Harry grinned sheepishly and shrugged his shoulders hopefully, but Ron was already on his feet.
The numbness Ron felt grew to anger, and sure enough, Harry was soon thrusted against the wall, his glasses askew, Ron's wand pointed at his face.
"You got my sister pregnant?" growled Ron slowly. Harry slid down the wall an inch or so.
"We're married, Ron! Come on, mate…" This comment made no difference to Ron, and the only movement he made was to lower his wand to Harry's heart.
"Ron, what are you doing?!" came Hermione's voice of reason, and George and Arthur stepped in to pull Ron away from Harry. Ron's face was thunderous; Harry's face absolutely terrified. Voldemort was nothing in comparison to a worked-up, over-protective Weasely.
"Get.Out." Said Ron finally, staring into Harry's eyes. Harry made a croaking noise.
"Ron, mate, see reason…"
"Get out," Ron repeated, so Harry looked fleetingly at Ginny, escaped out the door and disapparated.
A/N Well, here's chapter one. Like it? Hate it? Let me know.
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