"Harry, I'm back!" cried Ginny into the house. Not a second later, her husband came nearly running out of the hallway. Harry ran to her and kissed her firmly. "Finally!" he said. "I feel like I've been waiting forever," he said. "I know, but I'm here now," said Ginny, smiling up at him. "Let's go!" he said as Ginny laughed at his urgency. He picked Ginny up and carried her into their room.
They made love for hours that night. It was sweet and soft and beautiful. They stayed up all night in eachother's arms. Ginny knew she must've went to sleep around 4 or 5. She woke up around noon. Harry was still snoring beside her. All of a sudden, she felt this strong urge to go the bathroom. She lifted Harry's arm off of her and put on his t-shirt that was too big for her. As soon as her feet touched the floor, a wave of nausea swept over her and she vomited all over the floor. Harry jerked awake behind her, hearing her groans and rushed to her side. "Ginny!" he cried, bounding over the bed to pat her on the back. "What's wrong?" he asked. "I don't--" she began, but the rest of her words were cut off as she vomited again. Harry held back her hair. He lifted her in his arms as he had done last night and carried her into the bathroom, setting her down on the floor so that she could vomit in the toilet. "You should go clean up that mess before it ruins the carpet," said Ginny. "I don't care about the floor, I care about you," he said, grasping her hair again.
She vomited again. Her insides felt like they were squirming, and the toilet was gradually filling up with puke. Harry flushed it and the vomit disappeared. "Harry, I don't know what's wrong with me, unless..." her voice trailed away. She lifted her head to look into Harry's eyes, and found she was smiling. Harry smiled back. "I would kiss you, but, you know..." he said. "Just take me to the hospital," Ginny said. "Alright, you stay here, I'll get you some clothes, and a bucket..." he said. He left the room for a minute and returned with Ginny's clothes and a bucket. "I don't think I need the bucket, I'm good," said Ginny. Harry helped her into her clothes, and grasped her hand as she held the bucket in the other, just in case. He apparated her into St. Mungo's. They walked up to the lady at the front desk.
"Erm, we need to know if she's pregnant or not," said Harry. "Third floor," said the witch in a bored voice. They took the elevator up. Ginny did not puke again. As they were in the elevator, Ginny suddenly remembered something. She guessed through all the vomiting she couldn't remember. "I just took a pregnancy test last night," she said. Harry, who had his arms wrapped around her, looked down at her. "Maybe it was wrong," he said. "I hope," she said. When they got to the third floor they stepped out of the elevator. Harry led Ginny to a chair to wait while he filled out some paperwork. When he was finished, he came back to sit with her. "They said it'll be about 15 minutes until a healer is free," he said, wrapping his arms around. Ginny was still holding the bucket. "I hope that damn test was wrong," she said. "I do too," he said, tightening his grip on her. They sat in silence until a kind looking healer approached them. "Mr. and Mrs. Potter?" she asked, her eyes slightly widening as she looked at Harry. She was a rather beuatiful woman who looked to be in her late 20's or early 30's. She had straight blonde hair that was pulled back in a ponytail and her body was slim and slender. Harry and Ginny stood up. "Yes," said Harry. "Follow me," she said, still looking at Harry.
She led them into a small examination room. The healer told Ginny to sit in the chair that was in the middle of the room, and Harry sat in the chair right next to it. Harry took the bucket from Ginny and sat it down next to the chair he was sitting. "I'm Healer Wright by the way," she said. Ginny nodded. "So tell me what's going on," she said politely. "Well, Harry and I have been trying to get pregnant ever since we got married, two months ago, but nothing. And I kept taking pregnancy tests but they all said negative. I took one last night and it said negative but I woke up this morning feeling nauseous and I threw up a few times," said Ginny rather quickly. "Well, here's the thing. Muggle pregnancy tests don't work on wizards," said Healer Wright. Ginny couldn't believe it. "But, no one ever told me that! Not even my friend Hermione, and she's the smartest person I know!" cried Ginny. "It was a recent discovery actually. A few years ago, a woman named Ella Bonnett kept getting bigger and bigger. She kept taking Muggle pregnancy tests that all said negative. She thought she was eating too much so she stopped eating and nearly died of starvation. Finally she had enough sense to come here," said the healer, who was shaking her head. She kept smiling at Harry. Ginny cleared her throat, and Harry couldn't help but be reminded of an event many years ago, when Gabrielle Delaclour kept smiling at him, and Ginny had cleared her throat. He managed to keep a straight face.
"Will you tell me then?" Ginny asked. "Of course, dear," she said finally looking away from Harry, who was staring down at his shoes. She took her wand out of her pocket. "You'll need to lift your shirt above your stomach," she said. Ginny instantly lifted her shirt up. Harry held one of her hands. The healer pointed her wand at Ginny's stomach. Ginny felt an odd, tickling sensation as she did so. After a minute, she pulled her wand away and the sensation in Ginny's stomach was gone. "You're pregnant," said Healer Wright. Ginny let her shirt fall back down and hugged Harry, kissing him on the cheek. "With twins," said the healer, who for some reason was looking downcast. "How far along?" asked Ginny. "It looks to be about 3 weeks," said the healer, who was fiddling with some things on the counter nearby. "This is great!" cried Harry. Ginny was smiling so much she wondered if her face would get stuck that way. She had wanted this for so long, and now she finally had it. And she was having twins!
"Thank you so much," she said, shaking the healers hand. Harry did the same. Ginny noticed the witch hold on rather longer than need be. Harry managed to pull away and they walked out of the office looking excited. "I can't believe this!" said Harry. He saw an open door and took his chance. He grabbed Ginny's hand and pulled her in. He shut the door and kissed her with such force her lips felt numb. "Harry," she said laughing, trying to pull away. "No," he said simply, and kissed her again. They kissed for a long time, deepening the kiss nearly every second. All of a sudden, a loud ringing noice sounded and they jumped apart. It seemed to be coming from Harry and he pulled out his cell phone, something he, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione had decided to get recently to keep in touch. Harry pulled it out and looked at the screen. "That's odd," he said. "What?" asked Ginny, pulling the phone toward her. The screen said 'St. Mungo's'. "You don't think she made a mistake, do you?" asked Ginny. "No," said Harry. He answered the phone. "Hello?" he said into the phone. Ginny could hear the voice even though the phone wasn't up to her ear. She heard things like "HERMIONE!" and "BABY!" and "STOMACH!" before Harry had yelled for Ron to calm down.
"Look, Ron, it's fine. But I can't understand what you're saying if you yell," he said. Ginny pulled Harry's hand up so that they could both listen. "It's Hermione. She was at my Quidditch match and a bludger hit her, and they think we lost the baby!" he said. "Look Ron, it's fine, where are you?" asked Harry. "Mungo's, Room 484," he said. "Well, we're here, so we're coming," said Harry, hanging up the phone. "Come on," he said to Ginny. He pulled open the door, thankfully no one saw them leaving the room, and ran to the elevator. Ginny hit the 4th floor button.
As soon as they were there, they stepped out and asked the witch at the desk to direct them to 484. They ran down the hallway and found the room. Through the window, they could see that Hermione was lying in the bed. It seemed as if she had just woken up and Ron, who was sitting in the chair next to her, had just told her something. Ignoring the sign that said 'Only 2 visitors at a time', they burst into the room. Hermione and Ron were both crying now, their heads down. Ginny rushed to Hermione's side and rubbed her hand across the top of her head. Harry walked over to Ron and pulled him away from Hermione. He pulled him into a loose hug. "It'll be alright, mate," said Harry, patting him on the back. They pulled apart. Harry could only remember two instances when he had seen Ron crying like this. One was seven years ago, when Hermione was being tortured, and another was nearly 6 years ago when Hermione had left.
Ron went back to Hermione's side. Ginny was now talking in a whisper to Hermione. "It'll be okay," she said. Hermione could only shake her head. Ginny wiped the tears off Hermione's face before getting up to hug Ron, whose face was now hidden by his hands. They all went back to Hermione, Ginny's arm around Ron's shoulders trying to comfort him.
A voice came from behind them. "Excuse me," said the voice. They all turned. A healer was standing there. He, like Healer Wright, was also rather young, with brown, short hair and a rather gorgeous face. Ron stood up immediately, nearly knocking over Hermione's water jug. "Does she still have the baby?" he asked quickly. "I don't know yet," he said. "Do it now," said Hermione, knowing the procedure. "Miss Gr--" he began. "Now!" she nearly screamed, for her patience was wearing thin. "He took out his wand. Ron lifted her shirt up for her, and he performed the charm.
"Well?" asked Ron. The healer lowered his wand. "You still have the baby," he said smiling. Hermione breathed a great sigh of relief. "But no more Quidditch until that baby's born," he said, winking at Hermione when no one was looking. Hermione smiled back. Ron gripped Hermione in a tight embrace. "I love you so much," he said. "I love you too," she said. "Come back in a month or so," said the healer. "Okay," said Hermione. "I'll send in the Head Healer, he'll be able to fix you up quite nicely so you can straight home," he said, leaving the room. "I also have some good news," said Ginny, standing next to Harry. "What?" asked Hermione, who was now so overcome with joy she could barely speak. "I'm having twins!" she cried. "That's wonderful, Ginny," said Hermione.
"What happened?" asked Harry, bringing up a chair for him and Ginny. "Well, it was that Plickley. He hit me, and then he thought it would be funny to hit the Bludger down there again, to scare me out of my wits, but he hit Hermione instead," said Ron, stroking Hermione's hair. "I fell on my stomach," added Hermione. "What happened to Plickley?" asked Ginny. "Fined," said Ron, "a thousand galleons. The bastard deserves it too," said Ron. "Where's your parents Hermione?" asked Harry. "Damn, I forgot to call them," said Ron. "You forgot to call my parents?" asked Hermione. Ron did not answer. "Well, that's alright, I don't want Dylan coming in here, and seeing anything he's not supposed to," said Hermione. "Like what, a bloke who forgot to close the back of his nightgown?" chuckled Ron, but fell silent at the look on Hermione's face. "Hermione Granger?" asked a voice from the doorway. All four of their jaws dropped, for this person was someone they had all seen before. He was someone they did not like, and never wanted to see his face again. He all stared back at them confused, not knowing why they were looking at him in that manner. "Er, I'm Head Healer Beckham," he said.
But no, thought Hermione. We killed him, he's gone, he was Goyle. Goyle had been him.
"James?" Hermione managed to get out.
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So, yes, James, or rather, the real man's name, Beckham, is a Healer at St. Mungo's. You'll find out more in the next chapter. And some of you are probably wondering where I'm going with this story. Just trust me when I say it's going to get a lot better. I originally intended for the baby to die, but I felt like that could really hurt Ron and Hermione's relationship, so I didn't. And yes, Ginny is pregnant with twins! I hope you liked it.
