Two

The flickering light of the candle was Ginny's only comfort. She sat on the sofa with a photo album opened on her lap. It was filled with the pictures of her family. It started with her parents and her brothers. Then shifted to her three children, Gavin, Holly and Charlotte. There were pictures of Tonks and Remus' son Sirius and Hermione and Ron's little Matt. Turning the page she spotted Robin, River and Crystal and her heart melted.

This was unfair. What right did Neville have to do this to her? Maybe he thought he was being a good friend but this wasn't right. She had been cursed. She wasn't suppose to have children. Instead it was her duty to adopt. To take in those that had lost their family. She was good at that, Harry was good at that.

Yes Harry was fantastic. He understood their children and they respected him for that. He never for one second allowed them to forget their parents. He insisted on remembering them. Each year they would have a special meal just them where they would remember the children's biological parents. It was what they needed and since Harry had lost his own so young he understood better than most.

She on the other hand provided them with proper family structure. She had been raised by her parents she had learnt so much from them. She taught the children to be a family. Showed them how to react around each other. Showed them what she was like with Ron.

The truth was that she and Harry were the perfect couple for adoption. So why change that? How could she be selfish and agree to what Neville had offered. It would make their kids seem like they weren't enough for her. They would think that she needed more. But she didn't. She loved them all like they were her own flesh and blood.

But then why was something nagging at her? Why did part of her call out to do it. Because this was going to be different that was why. She had seen Hermione, Tonks and Penelope go through pregnancy. Seen how it had driven them all mad. But how at the end they had something so sweet that was a part of them. How could she not want that?

How could she reject the chance to be the mother of Harry's babies? It was something she had imagined since she had been ten. She had loved Harry for close on twenty years and of course she wanted them to be a family. But could she really put their children through that?

Plus what if Neville was wrong? What if it didn't really work? What if the animals had already been with child? The curse wouldn't have stopped them from having the baby then. Or what if it only worked on animals? What if she got her hopes up and it never happened? How would she cope knowing she came so close and it hadn't worked?

She closed the album and looked at the candle. How could she put Harry through that? He loved their family and wanted to extent it as much as possible. But how would he react to the fact that Neville had come so close to helping them have their own child. No she couldn't do it. She wouldn't do it.

She closed her eyes and put her head on the pillow. Maybe she should think it through a bit more.