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Disclaimer: I forgot to do this for the other chapter but I do not own any of the characters, names, places or anything Harry Potter.

Chapter Two – And I'd Thought I'd Cried Enough

"Harry, Harry whats wrong?" For his eyes had gone completely blank, as though he couldn't see me or anyone else in the room.

"Harry?" I asked again. And then he fell into my arms...

With my heart in my mouth I placed my hand over his mouth and nose….

I screamed.

I sat up in bed, shivering. That was the third time in three days I'd woken up screaming after reliving the moment again and again and again. I looked over at the clock on the bedside table – 4:00am. I got up and began to get dressed – not caring about who I woke up in the progress. A couple of mintues later, my door burst open to see Ron, shirt on back-to-front and his wand in his hand.

"Who's in here and what are you doing -" then he noticed that I was the only other person in the room except him, "oh." Then he recovered his wits, "What are you doing up so early?" I picked up my wand and walked towards the door.

"I'm going to go see Harry. Something's not right about all this." Ron looked flabbergasted

"You know they won't let you in, his wards private – like really private."

I ignored him.

I pushed past Ron and made my way downstairs to the fire place. I grabbed a handful of Floo Powder from the pot on the mantel and turned to see Ron staring at me from the top of the stairs,

"Well?" I asked him impatiently, "Are you coming?" He considered it for a moment then came downstairs and took the pot from me. I stepped into the fire place and raised my hand.

"Oh, by the way" I said before I left, "Your shirts back to front" then I threw the powder and yelled, "St Mungo's!" and was engulfed by green flames.

I stepped out of the fireplace in the first floor of St Mungo's. A few seconds later Ron appeared. He straightened his shirt and whiped the soot of his shirt which I noticed was the right way round. I walked over to the with at the Welcome desk.

"Harry Potters ward please." The witch didn't look up but said,

"Closed ward ma'am, I'm afraid you can't see him." I stared at her and tried again.

"My name is Ginevra Weasley and I'll have you know that Harry Potter is my boyfriend and I will be let in to see him."

"I'm sorry ma'am but are you deaf? Closed ward. No one but Healers are allowed inside." I took a deep breath and went to plan C – my last resort. I leant closer down towards the witch and spoke in a calm, quite voice, making sure she could hear that I wasn't lying.

"A distraught and pregnant witch with a wand can cause quite a bit of destruction. If you don't tell me where he is, so help me I shall go from room to room to find him, cursing anyone who tries to stop me."

The witch looked up and regarded me for a moment then said,

"Fourth floor – third room on the left. Passwords Vixit Puerum" I straightened up and turned away. Ron nodded to the witch, but his expression wasn't one of relief like mine – it was confused and half-strangled, like he'd heard something that he couldn't make sense of. I made my way up the stairs and kept my eyes ahead of me – hoping Ron hadn't heard what I'd said to the Welcome witch.

No such luck.

He caught up with me on the third floor.

"Ginny," he panted – he'd been running to keep up with me, "what you said back there – did you say- I mean, you aren't are you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about Ronald." I said stiffly, "What aren't I exactly?"

"Well," he looked about furtively to make sure no one would hear – not like anyone would, it was four in the morning, "um, I thought you said, it sounded like you said"

"Spit it out Ronald" I said, narrowing my eyes

"Pregnant." He looked completely out of his comfort zone when he said the word – not that he was comfortable anywhere. I turned and continued walking. "Theres no way" he was saying now, "you've never – I mean, I didn't think you had – when could you have?" I ignored his muttering as I reached the fourth floor.

"Vixit puerum" I whispered to the door. It swung open to reveal a small room containing a bed, two chairs and a door leading to bathroom containing a shower, toilet and sink. Lying on the bed in a hospital robe, was Harry.

"Harry.." I whispered, and my heart ached to see him again. I stretched out my hand to touch him but yanked it away as I ran for the bathroom to throw up violently in the sink - well, it was four in the morning. After rinsing my mouth and drying it on the hand towel I turned to leave and saw Ron staring at me from the doorway.

"It's not possible" he kept muttering to himself. I pushed past him and sat down again next to Harry. Unconsciously I had a hand on my stomach as I ran my hand down his face, my hand coming to rest over his heart. (As I look back on this, I realise that it wasn't me who said this, someone else spoke through me) I leaned down towards him and whispered,

"Translationem virtutem
Vivificet amissa
Transite ad virgam
Mihi redde dilectione mea
Dederitpatris ad filium meum"

As I finished – this might have been my imagination – I felt Harry's heart beat grow stronger, more vital under my hand. I fell back against the back of the seat as a wave of information hit my brain, small electric currents running up my hand. I ran through the information in my head and noticed some large gaps in it – as though whatever had provided it knew things I shouldn't or didn't want me to know. I gasped as I realised something vitally important. I swallowed and turned to Ron, who was still muttering about how I couldn't be pregnant and said,

"Ron, be a dear and go fetch a Healer." He looked at me confused,

"Is it something to do with -"

"It's nothing to do with me." I snapped, "Go get a Healer."

He nodded, backing away slowly. He was probably considering what he had overheard downstairs, the expression on my face and the fact that I could curse him in many different ways if he didn't do what I wanted. He left the room quickly – honestly, sometimes I think Grawp has taken over my brothers mind, he's so dumb. I turned back to Harry, feeling tears prickling in my eyes

"You better wake up soon Harry Potter." I said, feinging anger, "You and me have a problem to deal with. Nine more months and your sleep won't be as peaceful." I felt the tear spill over my eyes and I sobbed into his chest. And I thought I'd cried enough.

A/N: And so end my second chapter. And if none of you can guess what Ginny means then maybe Grawp can inhabit more than one body at once because I made it pretty obvious. By the way, Vixit Puerum is Latin for the child lived which could also be The Boy Who Lived. Also, I'm not telling you what the larger part of Latin is, you've got to work it out yourself. Its not an exact translation but its not too hard.