Author's Notes:

To carolquin: Yes, I thought of that myself. Then again, it wouldn't be a very good story if she did, would it? lol. Thanks for reviewing.

Chapter Two: February

"What do you mean you can't tell?!" Harry shouted at the Healer.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Potter. I know it sounds strange, but sometimes it's hard to tell, and I'd rather not guess for the hell of it. We'll just have to try again next month."

"Next month?!"

"Calm down, Harry," said Ginny softly as she began getting dressed from her ultrasound. "We've waited five months to know the genders, I'm sure we can wait one more." Giving one last questioning look at the Healer, Harry stormed out of the room. "I'm sorry about him," Ginny said.

"It's all right. At least once a month I get someone who can't understand it when I can't do something, they're quite common actually," Lynette Lynch replied as she began cleaning up her work station.

"Oh, no, it's not that. Harry just doesn't really … Er …" Ginny paused.

"Like me? Yes, I know. I get quite a few of those too."

"Doesn't it bother you?"

"Not really. Well, I suppose its worse with first-time fathers, your husband's being kind compared to them. Besides, I've wanted to meet him for years, so I can't really be mad at him for being cautious, can I?" The women stood laughing for a moment. "Have you picked out the names yet?"

"Er, kinda. We've narrowed it down to a few, anyway."

"What about the nursery? Have you decorated yet?"

"Actually no," Ginny replied, a thoughtful expression on her face. "You know, it's funny. The first time I was pregnant I waited until I had three weeks left to decorated, and with my second I started as soon as I found out I was pregnant. But I haven't even thought of doing the nursery yet."

"That's not so odd. The first time you were probably nervous you'd lose the baby and you didn't want to jinx it, and the second time you were confident that it'd make it."

"And now?"

"Well, twins feel different to you."

Meanwhile

"Good afternoon, Harry," welcomed Remus as he walked up to the Boy-Who-Lived in the hallway.

"Hello, Remus. What are you doing here?"

"Just picking up my monthly potion." The old werewolf held up a bottle containing the foul-tasting potion. "Ginny in for her check-up?"

"Yeah."

"I take it it's not going well by the tone of your voice."

"The bloody Healer can't determine the genders of the twins."

"Ah, well, that's common. Actually, that happened to your mother."

"It did?"

"Yes. Your father was furious with her Healer too. But the poor woman swore she couldn't tell if you were a boy or a girl," Remus recalled. "Lily was able to calm him down, of course, but he made the Healer take a guess anyway. She thought you were a girl." Harry's smile from hearing about his parents disappeared as Remus began to laugh. "So, have you two decided on names yet?"

"We're working on it," the younger wizard continued, trying to ignore what he'd just been told. "It's hard, though. Ginny keeps picking these really weird names. I mean, she wanted to use Buffy. Can you believe it?"

"Truthfully I like that name."

"Thank you, Remus," Ginny said, stepping out of the hospital room with Healer Lynch close behind her.

Five Minutes Later

"Harry, Lynette – sorry, Healer Lynch gave me a great idea today," began Ginny once she and Harry had Apparated home.

"What? Get a new Healer?" he replied sarcastically.

"No, we should start decorating the nursery."

"The nursery? Already?"

"Why not? I'm already five months pregnant."

"Oh, yes. All right, then." With that the couple began taking out all the decorating magazines they had left over from when Alroy and Rachel were born.

"What color should we paint it?" Ginny asked, flipping through her favourite magazine.

"Don't you mean colors? We have enough rooms for the babies to have their own, you know," said Harry.

"Okay, so what colors do you want to paint them?"

"How about blue, for both?"

"How about blue for one and green for the other?"

"Does it have to be green?" Ginny was beginning to realize how much Harry really liked blue.

"It's green, yellow, pink or purple. You choose."

"Fine, we'll go with green." The rest of the hour was used to decide on which shades of blue and green they wanted to use, along with accent colors.

The Next Weekend

"Harry, are you busy?" Ginny walked slowly into their joint office were Harry was sitting at his desk reading the newspaper and drinking his tea.

"No, why?"

"I was just wondering if you wanted to go out. Rachel's taking her nap and Al's invited Tim and Jeremy over, so I'm sure Marnie wouldn't mind babysitting for us."

"What? You mean like lunch or something? Sure."

"Er, actually I was thinking about doing a bit of shopping for nursery things."

"All right."

Ten Minutes Later

"Let's try this place." Ginny pointed to a large shop. The sign above the heavy wooden door read Eve's Baby Emporium. The inside was a warm and calming place, the walls were a mint green and the doors and floor were wood. Fireplaces were lit at every corner to keep out the cold February air. And friendly looking men and women filled the store and each wore a pink and blue stripped apron.

Ginny immediately felt at home and she felt all her worries about the pregnancy wash away as she looked at all the baby apparel. And Harry, though not likely the shop as much as his wife, was at least thankful that it brought a long awaited smile to her face.

Walking to the back of the building, the couple stopped when they reached the cribs. Now, according to Harry, the best crib it the one in Rachel's room, the old mahogany crib that Molly and Arthur gave them when Al was born. The same one that all seven Weasley children had used. But, that crib was being occupied at the moment by a one year old and now the couple needed to buy two new ones.

"I like this one," said Ginny walking over to a white crib with hearts carved into both ends. Harry, on the other stood by a sturdy oak wood crib that had no decoration, though the edges were carved to look like waves.

"What about this one?" slowly, she made her way over to examine it.

"Yes, it's very nice. I think this is the one," she said, and Harry told the salesman to send two to their house. The next department was the rocking chairs, something Harry agreed not to argue on, since Ginny would be spending the most time in them. After finding and buying two chairs that matched the cribs perfectly, the Potters went on a hunt for two dressers that could double as change tables, which took all of five minutes. The next two hours after that were devoted to buying toys, clothes and other necessities.

Two Days Later

"I thought I told you I wanted mint green, like in Eve's," complained Ginny. Harry had just come home from buying the paint for both nurseries.

"This is mint. At least, that's what the people at the store said."

"Well, what do they know? This is sage, for Merlin's sake!"

"Do you like the blue I got?" Harry asked, trying to calm down his wife.

"Oh, yes, it's lovely. Well, I suppose we ought to get someone over to help you," she said, making her way over to the fireplace to Floo someone.

"Help me?"

"Yes. I certainly can't be around paint, Muggle or wizarding, in my condition, and I can't expect you to paint two large rooms all by yourself. Do you think Bill would be interested in helping?"

Bill arrived several moments later wearing a royal blue jumper that had a large "B" on the front and many holes from the years of use. His long red hair was tied up in a pony-tail and he wore slippers over his boots to make sure they didn't get any paint on them. "All right," he said, "I'm armed and ready to paint." With that, the two men began rolling the periwinkle blue onto the walls of the first nursery then, with Ginny's permission, put sage in the second.

Four Days Later

"Al! Al, get up!" Harry whispered in his son's ear. Although there were five rooms between the master bedroom and Alroy's room, Harry didn't want to take any chances on waking Ginny up, even if that meant trying to wake up Britain's soundest sleeper by whispering. Of course, even the Boy-Who-Lived loses his patients once in a while. Carelessly taking out his wand he put a silencing charm on the room and charmed Al's clock to crow like a rooster, something he hadn't down for over a year.

"I knew it!" exclaimed the nine-year-old once he realized that his father was standing in front of him with a grin on his face. "I knew you were charming my clock!"

"Yeah, yeah. Listen, you and Rachel are going to sleep over at Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione's tonight, okay?"

"Why?"

"Look at your calendar." Alroy did as he was told, then, with a knowing expression on his face, began nodded.

"Oh. Yeah, okay. I'll start packing."

"I already packed your over-night bag, and I got Rachel's things ready too," Harry said, still whispering despite the silencing charm. "Your uncle should be here any second to pick you up." At that moment Ron appeared in the room wearing a Chudley Canons t-shirt and jeans.

"Happy Valentine's Day, everyone," he said with a smile. "Ready to go?" he asked Al.

"Er, give me a second to get dressed, will you?" Harry and Ron left the room then and moved into Rachel's where Harry performed the same charm.

"You're sure this is okay?" Harry asked, handing Rachel over to his brother-in-law.

"Yeah, it's no problem. 'Mione and dad have to work late tonight so it'll just be me and the girls. Mum said she might drop by later on though." Alroy walked in then, dressed a pair of brown trousers and an orange jumper and he was carrying his bag.

"Ready to go," he said, walking up to his uncle. "Bye, dad."

"Bye, Al. Have a good time." A second later Ron disappeared with Rachel in his arms and Alroy by his side. Harry went straight to work after that.

Once in the kitchen he started cracking eggs into a small mixing bowl and threw in some other things. After he got the eggs cooking the bacon and pancakes were put on the stove. And, since Harry didn't really trust himself with toast, he decided to wait until everything was done to start it. Several minutes later two plates sat on the kitchen counter with mounds of food, more than two people could normally consume, anyway. Putting the plate with more food onto a tray, Harry added a cup of tea and a glass of grape juice. And, to top it all off, he added a white rose in a vase and began walking up the stairs.

Gently setting the tray down beside the bed, he nudged Ginny's shoulder to wake her up. A few more nudges and still nothing happened. Eventually Harry had tried nudging, rolling, yelling and was a minute away from kicking when he decided to charm her clock too. That seemed to work.

"Was there a need to be so loud?" Ginny asked tiredly as she sat up in bed. The sleeves were rolled up on her long blue nightgown and her flaming red hair was ruffled so badly that it was at least a foot high.

Harry placed the tray on the bed, in front of Ginny, whose facial expression had gone from tired and angry to very thankful. "Happy Anniversary, honey." Harry, wearing his burgundy bath robe with a frilly pink apron over it, then pulled a large red card in the shape of a heart from his pocket and gave it to his wife.

"Oh, Harry, thank you," Ginny said, slowly getting out of bed and running over to her husband to give him a big hug and kiss. She then moved into her walk-in closet while Harry conjured his own breakfast from down stairs and sat down on his side of the bed. "Happy Anniversary," Ginny said back, handing Harry a card twice as big as the one he'd made, along with a signed Quidditch jersey from Marlon Falconwood, his favourite player.

After thanking his wife the two spent the next few minutes eating breakfast in bed and talking. Which is how Ginny found out where her children were, along with some of what Harry had planned for them.

"I figure after breakfast we can go and take a walk, maybe do a little shopping. No, nothing for the babies," Harry added, seeing Ginny's excited face. "Only things you want, clothes, jewellery, that kinda thing. After that we can have a picnic and –"

"In this weather? It's freezing out there!" Ginny complained.

"Yes, well, I've got something worked out," replied Harry with a sly grin on his face. "Anyway, I've got a few other things planned after that."

"You know, Harry, with the kids out of the house, this gives us the perfect opportunity to start writing – or at least planning – our book." Ginny was now standing on the threshold of her closet, getting dressed.

"Good idea, perhaps we can discus it while we have our picnic."

An Hour Later

"Oh, Harry, this scenery is breathtaking!" cried Ginny. The Potters were taking their long walk at the moment. Though, instead of being along the ocean in Scotland like Ginny had thought, Harry surprised her and took her to the Cliffs of Moher, in Ireland. "I can't believe it's been twelve years since we were here last."

"Yeah, I thought you'd like to come back." Harry smiled, he'd missed Ireland ever since his honeymoon there, and he was very happy to be back. Just then his watch began beeping. "Time to go," he said, taking his wife's hand.

"Aw! Can't we stay a little longer?"

"Gin, we both know you take hours to shop, if we're going to make out lunch reservation you'd better start now."

"I thought we were having a picnic."

"We are."

Ten Minutes Later

Ginny walked through the streets of Aindeen, one of two magical shopping districts in Dublin. Harry walked three feet behind her, finding no need to block her view of the many shops that surrounded them.

"Let's go there first." Ginny pointed to Eimile, the best women's clothing store around. Racks full of pre-made robes of every color imaginable lined the walls, making it nearly impossible to see the mauve color. Walking into the maternity department, Ginny held up a deep red ankle-length dress. "What do you think?" she asked Harry. "We've got Ron and Cal's birthday coming up. I can wear it then."

"What about after you give birth, though?"

"It's easy enough to take in the waist. I doubt anyone will even know it's the same dress." Ginny laughed as she ran into the changing room to try on her find. As it turned out, the dress was a bit too big for her, but she got it anyway. Knowing that by Fred and George's birthday she'd be able to fit into it.

"I like this one." Harry held up a golden bikini.

"Harry, I'm not going to be pregnant in the summer."

"Well I'm sure it'll come in handy for the next baby," Harry said, frowning as he put the bikini back on the rack. Ginny whirled around.

"What did you say?!"

"I said it'll come in handy for the next … oops, never mind." Harry realized his mistake.

"That's what I thought." Ginny continued taking ten robes into the changing room at a time until finally she'd reached her limit of three dresses, five pair of pants, ten t-shirts, two jumpers and two pairs of very comfortable shoes.

"Done?" Harry asked and she approached him near the check-out counter.

"Yep."

Five minutes later all of Ginny's new things were safely sent back to the house and the couple was now standing in the jewellery store.

"I'll take it all," Ginny mumbled as she looked at all the sparkling diamonds, emeralds, rubies, amethysts and sapphires under the glass counters.

"Very funny," said Harry as he looked at some ruby cufflinks. "Just remember to save a little money for Al's birthday next month. Okay?"

"Fine." The thirty-year-old then picked out matching sapphire earrings and necklace. "All right, I'm finished."

"So am I," Harry replied, taking the cufflinks and a topaz necklace for Molly to thank her for all she'd done for them. "Okay, time for lunch."

Thirty Minutes Later

"Just keep your eyes closed," said Harry for the tenth time since they had left the Day Bus, something Ginny wasn't happy to be on.

"All right already, they're closed."

Harry quickly laid out a thick blanket on the grass, then conjured a picnic basket with plates, glasses, cutlery, napkins, plus salads, sandwiches, juice and some apples. "Okay," he said finally, "you can open your eyes now."

As Ginny did so, she gasped, of all places she expected to go, Hogwarts was not one of them. The giant castle stood in the distance, the Quidditch pitch was off the left, the Forbidden Forest and Hagrid's hut were to the right, she was standing right in front of the lake, and everything was covered in snow. Except, of course, for the area the Harry and Ginny stood, which the Headmistress had been so kind as to charm for them.

"Sit," Harry instructed, placing some potato salad on both plates. "I've reserved the grounds for two hours."

"Two hours?" Ginny said as she began eating a sandwich. "I won't take us that long to eat."

"No, but I though you might like to do some skating after lunch." Harry pointed to the frozen lake.

"Perfect." Ginny smiled. "Now, to work. Do you have any idea for our book?"

"Well, I did have an idea about how a young Muggle gets thrown into the magical world by accident," Harry said around a mouthful of his tuna sandwich.

"Come on. No one's going to read a book about a kid surviving in our world. Especially not with Voldemort and his men."

"Fine, you got any better ideas then?"

"Yes, actually, I do. The adventures of seven siblings who try to overcome their problems, the biggest of which being poverty."

"You know, these stories are starting to sound oddly familiar. Aren't they?"

"Kinda. Maybe they're in one of Al's books. Okay, new idea. The children of some really famous wizards go to Hogwarts and have to deal with people thinking they're really snotty. What do you think?"

"I like it." Harry grinned as he thought of the characters going through a lot of the things that happened to him. Including the evil Snape-like teacher.

Author's Notes:

Okay, people. I need to know what you think. So, what are the twins' genders going to be? What are their names? Will Harry and Ginny's book be a success? Will Ginny survive all the chaos? Tell me! Only two more chapters to go, people. And you'll get a big hug and kiss from me if you review!

-Lizzy