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This is the part where I apologize frequently for being such a cruel person:

I'M SORRY ABOUT THE REALLY LONG WAIT! There's school and sports and homework and all this other stuff. My cousin is moving in and we are helping her pack/unpack. I have more homeowrk after that and my Global History teacher hates me so I have to work extra hard to keep my grade up. I still should have updated and I am SO SORRY! You know I love you all!

Onto the FIC!

Chapter 11: The Chapter in which Emmy could not think of a title.

Pregnancy can do strange things to a woman's thoughts; and apparently, her taste in foods too.

Everything tasted dull now that she was in her fifth month. Everything needed something. Like these pancakes for instance…It needs…hot sauce? No, too much. Salsa...Yes, that's it.

Ginny summoned the jar to her, ignoring the looks of disgust on her brother's faces.

"Erm…Ginny?" began Ron, obviously missing the looks of foreboding from his brothers and Harry. Ginny looked up from her now salsa-saturated pancakes.

"What?"

Ron starred at her plate with a wrinkled nose. "You just ruined your breakfast, you know," Ron pointed at her plate with his fork.

Fred and George covered their eyes and ducked under the table, as if readying for an explosion. They hadn't missed Ginny's face turning steadily pinker.

"Oh, so now I'm not allowed to eat what I want?" She said in a deadly voice. Ron looked around, alarmed, searching for help.

"No! I didn't mean—"

"Because, in case you didn't know, Ronald, I am allowed to put whatever I want to on my breakfast! AND…What?!" Ginny looked around to Harry, who had put his hand on her shoulder.

"It's okay. You can eat whatever you want. Ron is just a prat. Right, Ron?" Ron nodded.

"Oh yeah. Stupid bloody Ron, being a prat again. You know…" Ron said, rolling his eyes.

Mood swings.

Yet another dangerous side effect of pregnancy. These come frequently and mostly whenever anything annoys or upsets her. But there are rare times when she becomes overwhelmed with happiness…

"Ginny, come on. No more wedding stuff for tonight."

Hermione was dragging her away from her work again. Ginny was about to argue that it was much too early to quit now when she glanced at the clock.

1:46

Okay, never mind. Ginny allowed Hermione to drag her up the stairs and to her bedroom.

"Let's talk. We haven't stayed up late like this in ages," Hermione said smiling at her friend. Ginny beamed back at her, glad to have a friend like Hermione to talk to.

"So, how are you doing? With baby Potter on the way and all?" Hermione said poking her now fairly large belly.

"Hermione," Ginny began with a 'oh please' look, "You've seen the disgusting foods I have been eating. And how many times have I yelled at Harry for interrupting my thinking?"

Hermione laughed. "Yeah, it was quite entertaining to watch you fight the other day. What was it about?"

"He beat me at chess. He never beats me at chess." Hermione snorted and Ginny grinned sheepishly, resting her hands on top of her belly.

"But what about you? You have been out a lot with Fred lately haven't you?" Hermione smiled lightly, unconsciously twisting a curl around her finger.

"Yesterday we went to the shop and just talked…that's it."

Ginny waved her hand, motioning for her to continue.

"We talked for hours. Then we just sat on the couch together for…I don't even know how long. We didn't even say anything. He just sat there with his arm around me," she sighed deeply. "It was like…like words weren't enough."

Ginny repeated the words under her breath.

"Like words weren't enough…" She looked up at Hermione, feeling so happy for her friend she almost burst into tears. But she was surprised to see that she looked worried.

"Hermione, what's wrong?" Hermione shook her head.

"Nothing, really. I was just wondering…do you think…um…Ron still…you know…"

The honest answer was yes. Yes, Ron was still absolutely crazy about her. But Hermione was so happy right now…Ron would just have to be happy for her.

"No, I don't think so…" She said slowly, avoiding eye contact.

"Oh, okay. That good he's moved on…," she with an unconvincing tone. Ginny narrowed her eyes at Hermione.

"Are you having doubts?" Hermione shook her head, looking her straight in the eyes.

"No. I love Fred and he loves me," Hermione said, with a strange fierceness in her voice.

"Okay…I was just asking," Ginny said with a teary voice. Pregnancy hormones…honestly. Hermione look startled and put her arms around her friend.

"I'm so sorry Ginny…I didn't mean to snap at you." Ginny nodded to show that it was okay. Ginny sat up straight and sighed.

"Ginny…There's something else," Hermione said, with an heir of hidden happiness. Ginny sat up straighter, ready for anything. Hermione took her pillow and stuck her arm inside. Ginny furrowed her eyebrows watching her. Hermione pulled her arm out. She turned around and did something Ginny could not see. But when Hermione turned around, she had her left hand held out.

"OH MY GOD!" Ginny shouted, springing from the bed. She took Hermione's hand. On her finger was a glittering circle diamond set on a shining gold band. Ginny's hand flew to her mouth as her eyes filled with tears.

"Hermione…"she whispered gazing at the ring. "This is amazing. I'm so happy for you!" Ginny threw her arms around her friend, wetting her hair with her tears. Hermione laughed and hugged her back.

"He was so sweet! He just knelt in front of me while we were at the shop. He didn't even have to say anything." Ginny pulled away and look in Hermione's now watery eyes.

"Like words weren't enough…" Hermione nodded, beaming at her own hand. It only took Ginny's one question of 'where do you want to have the wedding?' to send her on a rampage of details and dresses.

"Of course, you'll be my maid of honor. George is, of course, Fred's best man. We were thinking of October, when all the leaves have changed colors and—" she paused as a grumbling sound came from Ginny's belly.

"Hungry, Gin?" She said laughing.

"I'm getting food. Want some?" Hermione stood up taking Ginny's arm.

"That all depends…What are you craving today?" Ginny laughed.

"Oh…words aren't enough!"

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"HARRY!"

Harry skidded into the kitchen, searching for the source of the yell. Ginny was standing by the table staring at her belly. Harry clutched the wall for support, gasping for breath.

"What…is…it?" Harry panted. Ginny faced him, her face glowing.

"She kicked!" Harry stared very close at her belly, while saying, "Again with the 'she' stuff?" Ginny shrugged.

"I just know these things. Why? Do think it's a boy?" Harry shrugged standing up.

"We'll just have to wait and see, won't we?" Ginny said, kissing him lightly.

"And see we shall," Harry agreed, kissing her back…

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Ginny was missing her feet. That's right; her feet. She could no longer see them, and that irritated her. The inability to view her own toes made her feel fat.

"Harry? Am I fat?" Ginny asked one morning at breakfast. Harry looked up from the paper, looking amused.

"Gin, you're 9 months pregnan…No! No, you're not fat. You're beautiful." Ginny narrowed her eyes at him.

"You're making fun of me…" she shot at him. "You think I'm stupid because I think I'm fat!" Ginny shouted, attempting to stand up, but decided it was too much effort so she stayed put.

"Ginny, you're not fat. You're pregnant."

"That'll all change in a few weeks…" She muttered, resting her hands on top of her belly. Ron entered the kitchen, bed-head and all.

"Hi…" he said groggily, plopping down and pouring a glass of orange juice. Hermione came in a second later, drying her wet hair.

"Good morning!" she said brightly, taking a seat next to Ginny. "I booked that caterer yesterday. You're all set!" Hermione said, spreading some butter on a biscuit. Ginny had just about everything done now. All that was left was to get to the day…

"Thanks Hermione. Do I have an amazing maid of honor or what?" Hermione laughed and bit into her biscuit. Ginny whispered to Hermione, "When are you planning on telling everyone?"

"Fred wants to make an announcement next week. But he wants to make it seem like we're telling everyone I'm pregnant."

Ginny laughed and returned to her bacon and hot sauce. Fred and George came sauntering in, Fred planting a kiss on Hermione's cheek and taking the spot next to her.

"So what is the Weasley/Potter/Granger gang doing today?" George asked, piling food onto his plate.

"Nothing," Ginny said with a yawn. "I'm tired." Ron sent her a questioning look.

"You just got up!

"What? Am I not allowed to be tired now?!" Ginny started, beginning to consider standing up. Harry took her hand, giving it a squeeze.

"You can do whatever you want. No one is doing anything today. Not with your due date so close—"

"That's right!" Mrs. Weasley said, laying a mountain of toast on the table. "Ginny won't be going anywhere these next few weeks. She will be staying here. Right, Ginevra??"

Ron snorted into his juice, but tried to pass it off for a cough. Ginny sent him a glare.

"Right mother. I shall be sleeping…forever," Ginny said laying her head on Harry's shoulder, yawning.

Harry put an arm around her shoulders, still scanning the Prophet.

"No attacks since yesterday…that's strange—" But a harsh banging on the door cut him off. Harry clutched his wand in his pocket. Everyone else seemed to follow him, eyeing the door. Mrs. Weasley headed to the door cautiously.

"W-Who is it?" She called shakily. To everyone's relief, a familiar voice came from the other side.

"It's Hagrid!"

"What was—"

"Norbert! Molly, it's an emergency!" Mrs. Weasly opened the door to reveal the game keeper.

"Hagrid, what's happening?" Hermione asked, looking alarmed.

Hagrid's great hands trembled as they clutched the old pink umbrella, "They're comin' to Hogwarts."

Harry stood up suddenly, looking around at all the fearful faces.

"Are you coming or not?" Ron, Fred, George, stood up. Hermione stood slowly.

"Harry…there's still one—"

"I know. But we're not going to let him take Hogwarts. It's not going to happen. And wherever Voldemort goes, so does his snake. So are you going to help or not?"

"N-no! You can just go!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed.

"Molly, I was in the head's office when I heard the news. Dumbledore told me to get Harry…" Hagrid said, slowly. Her lip quivered before bursting out, "All right! But be careful!"

She hugged everyone tightly. Harry headed over to Ginny, hugging her tightly.

"I love you," he whispered in her ear. He heard her sniff and pulled away.

"See you later then?" He said with a smile. She didn't laugh. She kissed him and whispered, "I love you…Please come back." He nodded and pulled away. Everyone was standing at the doorway, faces set.

"Ready?" he said, opening the door. The grim faces nodded and they made their way out into the bright spring sunlight and apparated away.

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The Hogmeade village was undisturbed. The Three Broomsticks held people, sitting at the bar, laughing, not expecting anthing terrible to occur. At least, not at that moment. The five of them made their way to the grounds, wand drawn, ears alert to any sound, no one speaking. It seemed as if no one even breathed…

As they reached the grounds, the lake came into view. The trees were in bloom, and the students were enjoying the warm Saturday. The Creevy twins were exchanging Chocolate Frog cards. Two first years, were poking the one of the Giant Squid's tentacles with two long sticks. Couples sat beneath trees. Harry could hear a muffled roar of applause and cheering. Quidditch games were probably in progress.

They came to the lake's edge, searching for a dark shadow of a cloak, the sound of footsteps, anything to give them a clue to where the Death Eaters may be lurking.

They got it.

A terrified scream ripped through the April air, chilling their bones, followed almost simultaneously, by a blaze of green light. Students screamed in panic, pelting towards the door, pushing one another in an attempt to get into the castle.

"There!" Harry called, pointing to a teenage girl falling to the ground near the side of the castle. They sprinted towards the source of the green light, wands held in front of them. Dark figures from far away were approaching.

A small girl stood petrified by the side of the dead girl. Hermione grabbed her wrist, trying to get her away from the scene.

"You need to get inside! They're coming!" she shouted over the screams. The girl struggled against her.

"THAT'S MY SISTER! SOMEONE HAS TO HELP HER! SHE'LL DIE! PLEASE HELP HER!" She screamed hysterically, tears pouring down her face. The figures grew closer.

"You can't help her! You need to get away from here! They'll kill you!" Hermione shouted back, tears brimming her eyes, kneeling in front of her. "Get away from here!"

"NO! SOMEONE HELP HER!"

"Get inside!!" Hermione took her shoulders, attempting to steer her towards the castle.

"I WON'T LEAVE HER! WE CAN STILL SAVE HER! SHE'LL DIE!"

"THEY'LL KILL YOU!"

"NO! SHE NOT D--"

But the screaming stopped as the flash of emerald light came and the girl feel forward onto Hermione. Hermione screamed, standing up suddenly. They all whipped around to face dozens of Death Eaters. Harry heard footsteps behind him. He risked a glance at the space behind him to see the Order had joined them. It was an even fight.

It was Dark versus Light and each side was facing each other, waiting for the first move. A Death Eater near the back, turned around so they were facing the white tomb. An orange jet a light streaked towards it and it burst into flames.

Hatred erupted in every pore of his body and anger surged through his veins. Harry gripped his wand tightly, picking his spell…

"STUPEFY!" Harry shouted, pointing his wand at Bellatrix. A rainbow of hexes and curses whizzed through the space between the groups. In did not take long for the groups to become smaller. Within 10 minutes, all that was left was Harry, Hermione, Hagrid, and Lupin against Snape and Bellatrix. Many people lay to the side, or on the ground, unconscious. Ron was among them. He had bravely darted from behind the tree where McNair was firing hexes, sending a body-bind towards the Death Eaters. Though hitting his mark, so did McNair. The only way they were sure he wasn't dead was the small rise and fall of his chest. Harry was amazed no one was dead yet.

Harry sent a stunner at Bellatrix, only to have it blocked. But before he could send another curse, that dreaded voice chilled the air.

"Harry Potter!"

A/N: Sorry about the cliffy! I PROMISE the next chapter will be up soon. I am setting a time for this Saturday! Okay? Sounds good.

Chapter 12 is already about 1/4 done. It's my favorite part to write so it should go quickly. I am at 88 reviews. I decided that 22 reviews was asking a bit much from last time. So I am going to ask for 12 here.

THE BIG 100! Who will get it??

I am not posting till I get to 100. Thats only 12!

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♫☺Emmy☺♫