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It is chapter Seven! Hooray, let us all randomly dance and burst into song as they do in High School Musical, which is awesome. Ah, I can see us now...
REMEEEEMBERING TO LIIIIIIVE (twirl)
IS BY EMERIIIIIIKA! (disco)
AND SHE HAS FIIIIINALLY (tango)
UPDAAAAAAAAAATED! (spin)
SO NOW WE OUT AWAY OUR PIIIIITCHFOOOOORKS...(take a bow)
It shall be a Broadway hit. Hooray!
I am so so so sorry beyond words about how loong this chapter took to post! I am starting school and there was a 'starting school spirit week' that I went to. Then there was all of these pointless chores my mother and father insisted must be done. Those took quite a long time and there was always more the next day. As for the other non-updated days, I had a 'brain blast' for a fic. It will be posted after this one is done. It will be before the sequel and after Remembering to Live. It has a plot that I am quite proud off. I can't wait to start it! Look for it! Put me on your Author Alert! That is, if you want to...
My point is, sorry it took so long.
For all who skipped over the above, read it. It explains lots. Any-who...ONTO THE LONG AWAITED CHAPTER SEVEN!
Chapter Seven- French Revolution of Names...
Ginny's head swiveled around as she heard the cracks. For a moment her breath caught in her throat when three of her favorite people appeared about 5 feet away. Slowly, she raised herself off the swing. Ron and Hermione were supporting Harry, who seemed to be in pain, but fighting it. Same old Harry…
She did not run towards them. If she ran then she might get sick, and throw up all over Harry was not a thing she wanted to do right now. Then she decided she didn't care if she did throw up on Harry. She was getting to them as fast as she could. Ginny bolted forward and threw her arms around Harry's neck.
"Oh my God, it's actually you! You're back!" She whispered into his shoulder. She felt Harry wrap his arms around her. Ginny pulled back and hugged Ron and Hermione.
"I'm so happy you're back! Did you finish the mission?" She asked eagerly, leading them towards the house.
"We did what we needed to do." Hermione said with a big smile on her face.
"Good. Now you're here to stay?" There was a few moments silence.
"Or not…" she added. Harry sighed.
"Okay, I'm going to tell you exactly what we're doing." Ron and Hermione threw him warning looks.
"It's Ginny. Do you think she'll tell Voldemort?" Harry said to them. Ron shrugged as if to say, 'Okay…' and Hermione gestured for him to carry on.
Harry told her everything. He told her about the prophecy. He told her about the meetings with Dumbledore. He told her about the Horcruxes, about R.A.B., about the other two Horcruxes they just recently destroyed, and about the Horcrux yet to be eliminated. Harry left out the obstacles in front and behind them. He didn't want her to worry. By the time he had finished, Ginny's eyes were wide and full of emotion.
"So the Prophet was right? You are the-the Chosen One?" Harry shifted uncomfortably in his chair.
"Yeah, I guess. I just don't fancy the nick-name much." Harry said. Ginny gave a nervous laugh.
"I didn't think so." Ron stood up rubbing his hands together.
"Right, then. Are there any questions? No? Okay, let's eat." Hermione rolled her eyes at him and told him that this was no time for food.
"Well you can starve, but I am about to be starved so I think I'll eat." Ron said pulling out some eggs and turning to Ginny.
"Fancy whipping us up some eggs, Ginny?" Ron said holding the eggs out. Ginny 'tsk-ed' and took the eggs from him.
"How do want them?" She said, pulling out a pan.
"Scrambled." The three of them said together.
"Well that makes it easy." She muttered, smiling. Harry plopped down in a chair and pulled the Prophet towards him. Ron craned his neck to see the front page.
"So what's been happening?" Ron said, pouring a glass of orange juice. Harry tossed the paper towards him. "Same old, same old…" Harry turned to Ginny. "What's been going on over here?"
"Oh, not much," said Ginny whipping up the eggs. "Did you know Fleur is pregnant?" Ron gagged on his orange juice.
"What!" Harry exclaimed. Ginny nodded. "Yep, I'm Auntie Ginny now." Ron gaped at her.
"That means I'm Uncle Ron!" He burst out. Ginny grinned at him.
"Isn't it great! Fleur thinks it's a girl and I have to agree with her." Harry looked over at her.
"How can you tell?" Ginny shrugged. "Woman's intuition. We just know." Harry shrugged. "If you say so…"
"Has she mentioned what names they like?" Hermione said.
"Fleur wants a French name and Bill is okay with that. She likes Chantal but Bill doesn't. He likes Charlotte but Fleur doesn't," said Ginny, now tipping the eggs into the pan.
"Those are both nice," Hermione said.
"Isn't Annie French?" Harry asked Hermione. She nodded. Ginny shook her head.
"That's what I said, but they are set on winning their little battle on their own. Fleur said, 'Eet is not French enough' and I heard Bill mutter, 'I still like Charlotte.'" Ginny explained serving the eggs onto a plate and handing one to each of them.
"But I'm going to let them figure this out." She said sitting in a chair next to Harry and handing him his plate.
"Aren't you going to eat?" Harry asked her, digging into his food. She shook her head.
"No, I haven't been feeling to well. If I eat…well, let's say it's not good for the plumbing." Harry threw her a look.
"Oo fulda east fry fumfin," Ron said through a mouthful of eggs.
"Sorry, I couldn't hear you. The half-chewed food in your mouth distracted me." Ron gulped down the food and repeated,
"You should at least try something." Ginny shrugged.
"Maybe later—" but she was cut off by a strangled cry from the stairway.
"You've come back!" called Mrs. Weasley hurrying towards them with her arms out.
"Yes, Mum, we're home." Ron said.
"Oh, come here!" She said tearfully sweeping the three of them into a Molly hug.
"How are you, Mrs. Weasley?" Harry said in a muffled voice. She released them told them to sit.
"I'm doing much better now, much better. I was upset when you left, but I was pleased that someone decided to leave a note this time." She looked at the three plates.
"Oh good. You've eaten. You must be starved. Let me whip something up. Ginny, you haven't eaten much lately. I'm getting worried about you." She said, bustling around the kitchen. Ginny rolled her eyes.
"I'm fine, Mum. Really, it's just a flu bug." Ginny said folding her arms.
"Either way, you are going to eat." Mrs. Weasley scolded while pulling out pots and pans. "Did you tell them the news?" She said to Ginny. She nodded.
"It's so exciting! I'm going to be a grandmother!" She said happily. "They just can't agree on a name…" She added as an after-thought. They all laughed.
"I like Antoinette. It's French and then we can call her Annie for short." Ginny said reasonably. "I know Bill likes it. He just won't admit to it. And Fleur has her French name that she wants."
"If only they would see it like that." Mrs. Weasley said with a chuckle. Two more red-heads stumbled into the room with a bad case of bed-head.
"Hi Fred, George," said Hermione casually. George gave a lazy wave and plopped into a chair. Fred murmured a sleepy, "Hello 'Mione…" and kissed her on the cheek. Harry saw Ron look away. Fred blinked and shook his head like a dog ridding water from his ears.
"Hermione!" he exclaimed, pulling her into a hug. "When did you get here?" He said with a broad smile on his face.
"Not too long ago, Uncle Fred." Fred sat down at the table.
"Ah, so you've heard!" Fred said looking around at Harry and Ron. "Little bro and Potter Pal! You have graced us with your presence also!" George said shaking their hands enthusiastically. Harry laughed,
"It's good to see some things don't change!"
"Speaking of change, we have just bought our second premises!" Fred beamed at them.
"You bought Zonko's?" Ginny exclaimed excitedly. Fred and George stood and took a bow.
"Yes ma'am, we did!" George said sitting back down in the chair and tilting it on two legs.
"Well, congratulations!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Here we are, dears." Mrs. Weasley said levitating the heaps of eggs and delicious foods onto the table.
"Ah! Thanks Mum!" Ron said, piling eggs onto his plate as he spoke. Mrs. Weasley set a plate in front of Ginny and put assortments of food on it. She gave Ginny a stern look and said, "Eat," while pointing her finger at the plate. Ginny stubbornly took a piece of toast and ripped off the corner.
"I'm eating," Ginny said looking around at everyone.
"What? Has Gin-Gin decided to become anorexic?" George said playfully. Ginny shot an annoyed but amused look.
"No! But I could do with a few pounds off and Mum baking pies and cakes isn't helping either." Harry looked at her incredulously.
"What are you talking about? You look great!" Ginny gave him a grateful look.
"You're sweet but I really would like to fit into my jeans again." Ginny spotted Hermione's face set with narrowed eyes. Ginny mouthed 'What?'' to her. Hermione shoot her head and mouthed, 'Later.' Ginny shrugged and went back to her toast.
"Ello? Eez anybody here?" came Fleur's voice from the front door.
"Mum! Ginny! Are you all here?" Bill's followed voice before they appeared at the doorway.
"Hey! When you three get here?" Bill exclaimed throwing an arm around Ron and ruffling his hair.
"This morning." Harry replied. Bill threw an arm around Harry's still tender shoulders. Harry gasped in pain but tried to pass it off as a laugh.
"Hi Bill, Fleur," Harry said awkwardly. Bill stepped back and studied him.
"What happened to you?" Harry sat back down in his chair.
"Nothing. I'm fine."
"Fine my arse…" Ron muttered in apparently what he thought was an inaudible voice. Hermione smacked the back of his head, "Ron!"
"Ouch! What was that for?" Ron exclaimed. Hermione sighed and put her head in her hands. Ginny looked over to Harry.
"Well are you okay?" Ginny asked. Harry stood up rather suddenly and regretted that a second later and collapsed back in the chair.
"Look, I'm fine. It's just a sprain or something." Harry said.
"Harry! You just stood up and you had to sit back down! Is your whole body sprained?" Ginny retaliated. Harry was silent for a moment. Harry heaved a sigh.
"I'll be fine. I just need to take it easy for a few hours." Harry said slowly. Mrs. Weasley put her hands to her hips.
"Harry Potter, what happened?" She said sternly.
"I can't say. I promised Dumbledore," Harry said with the heir that this was the last thing he was going to say on this topic. He turned to Fleur.
"So, have you decided on a name?" The family groaned and Ginny said, "Harry…!"
"Vell, I am theenking zat we vill write all of ze name down and choose," Fleur said while Bill nodded. Bill conjured a quill and parchment and opened the table for suggestions.
"Antoinette." Ginny stated. Fleur perked up.
"I like zat one!" Ginny rolled her eyes at Harry.
"I suggested it last week, Fleur," Ginny said with a hint of laughter in her voice. Fleur pointed at the parchment and said, "Put Lily on zere. Eet eez very pretty—"
"No!" Ginny burst out. Everyone stared at her. She blushed and muttered, "That one's mine." She side-glanced at Harry who was chuckling. He met her eye and she blushed. Hermione stood up and gestured for Ginny to follow. Ginny stood but apparently was going too slow for Hermione, for she grabbed her wrist and dragged her into the other room.
"You're pregnant." Hermione stated narrowing her eyes at her. Ginny;s eyes widened.
"What in the world gives you that idea!" She burst out.
"Oh, I thought you knew…When you burst out when Fleur mentioned Lilly…But come on, Ginny! You've been throwing up, you've gained weight, all that's missing is your missed cycle—" but she was cut off by a gasp. Ginny had her hands to her mouth.
"Oh my God…" Ginny whispered, "I am."
"We'll check this out later. Don't let Fleur take your names." Ginny gave a nervous laugh and followed her to the kitchen.
"Everything okay?" Harry asked as the girls came back in. "Gin, you okay? You look pale."
Ginny blinked. "Oh, I'm fine." Harry nodded and returned to his bacon.
"We should get some boy's name shouldn't we?" Ron said looking to Bill. Bill nodded and jotted 'Bill Jr.' on the parchment and looked up.
"Any other suggestion?" Fred, George, and Ron all burst out at the same time shouting their own name out. Bill laughed, but nevertheless put them on there.
"I seenk we 'ave enough to be going on vith for now," Fleur said rolling up the parchment. Everyone nodded and sighed with relief that, maybe, the 'name-war' was finally over…
Ginny was pacing the bathroom back and forth, wringing her hands. Hermione was vainly trying to calm her down.
"The potion is ready. If it's blue then you are pregnant. If it's red then you're not." Hermione said slowly. "Do you want to look now?"
Ginny ceased her pacing and turned to face her and, very slowly, nodded. She took it step-by-step and breath-by-breath. She stopped in front of the counter and closed her eyes.
In…Out…In…Out…Ginny peaked over them rim of the cup. She jumped back with a gasp. Hermione jumped and exclaimed, "What is it!" Ginny took another deep breath and turned to her grinning.
"Blue…" Hermione let out a small scream and hugged her. "Oh my God, I'm so excited!" Hermione shouted, jumping around in a circle.
"Hermione…I'm seventeen! I'm still really young. I'm not ready for this!" Hermione's jumps died away and spun around to face her.
"Oh Ginny…You an handle anything! I am positive! You will be fine. Harry—I'm assuming it's Harry's, right? Harry will be thrilled! A little shocked I'm sure, but he will be thrilled." Hermione hugged her and Ginny returned it.
"Thanks Hermione. Where would I be without you?" Ginny whispered, grinning broadly. They sprang apart as someone knocked on the door.
"Will you hurry please! It's sort of an emergency!" called Ron's voice from the other side. Ginny dumped the potion down the drain and, together with Hermione, walked out arm in arm.
'How is she going to tell Harry?'
A/N: So there is Chapter seven. There will not be a Chpater Eight update until that little review number is at 50. So review!
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