Ginny walked into the doctor's office feeling slightly nervous. It was time for her first checkup and she and Harry had decided to find out what the sex of their baby was. Ginny sat down and laid back on a chair and the doctor did the same charm that Madame Pomfrey had done back in the Weasley's house. Finally, the doctor looked up at Ginny and Harry and smiled.

"It's a girl," said the doctor.

"A girl?" asked Ginny, "Oh, Harry it's perfect! We'll have a baby Lily!"

Everything started falling into place for Harry. Smiling, he hugged Ginny and they started to plan the best way to tell the family. Suddenly, Ginny gasped.

"We need to go home. Right now. Something's wrong!" With a little pop, she Disapparated back to the Burrow. Harry followed suit.

Ginny walked into the living room at the Burrow and gasped. No one else seemed to be home, but Fleur was lying in the middle of the floor, clearly trying to have her baby right there. A little pop sounded in the kitchen and Ginny ran into the living room to tell Harry to go call Bill and Mrs. Weasley and get them to call an ambulance because Fleur was having the baby. Then, Ginny ran back over into the living room to help her.

Thirty minutes later, Fleur had successfully delivered a little baby boy. Ginny wrapped him up in some sheets and by that time, Bill came bursting through the door.

"What's going on here?" he asked, panicking, "Fleur, honey, are you okay? Is the baby okay? What happened?"

"Beel, I am okay, of corze! I just 'appened to azeedentally have ze baby much quicker zan I realized. Zank goodness your sister came here at ze right time, uzzerwize, I would have had to deliver ze baby myself. Thank you, Geeny."

"You're welcome, Fleur. Bill, here's your baby boy."

"What's his name?" asked Harry.

"His name is going to be William Arthur Weasley, but we'll just call him Will, for short."

"Interesting," said Ginny, "Big Bill, and Little Will... I like it!"

"Zo, do I," said Fleur smiling, "Can I 'old him, Beel?"

"Of course," said Bill, handing over the baby.

"You know, we're going to have one of those before long, Harry," said Ginny, smiling at Harry, with a steely glint in her eye.

"What? Ginny, you're pregnant?" asked Bill, sounding shocked.

"Mum didn't tell you?" asked Ginny, in the same shocked voice.

"No. What are you having?"

"A dog," said Harry.

"A little girl," said Ginny, ignoring Harry's rude comment.

Ginny gave Harry the "evil eye" so he figured he'd run upstairs to see Hermione and leave Ginny to tell Bill and Fleur about the details surrounding her pregnancy. As he walked up to Hermione and Ginny's room, he heard someone crying. Opening the door, he saw Hermione, lying on the top bunk of the bunkbed that she and Ginny shared.

"Hermione, what's wrong?" he asked her, feeling a bit stupid. He had never had any luck trying to make anyone feel better. Except for Ginny. But, then he and Ginny shared a special "bond."

Hermione looked up, clearly startled to see that someone had walked into the room.

"Oh, um... nothing. I'm fine. Really!" said Hermione, hoisting a look of unconvincing "fineness" on her face.

"Hermione, I've known you for eight years. I know when you're not feeling fine. And, I heard you crying. You never cry unless something is really wrong. Now, why don't you tell me what's wrong?"

"Harry, if I told you what was wrong, you'd never want to speak to me again. God, I can't believe I'm even thinking what I'm thinking. It's wrong!"

"What are you thinking?" asked Harry, curiously.

"Mind your own business. You have a fiancee downstairs that's pregnant with your baby and yet, you still want to sit around and talk to me?"

"Hermione, you're one of my best friends! Why wouldn't I want to talk to you? Besides, now that I'm thinking about it, I wanted to ask you something, but never got around to it. Do you mind if I ask you something that's a bit... er... personal?"

"Depends on what it is," said Hermione, looking at him.

"I really don't know where to start. But, forgive me if I sound a bit too curious if you know what I mean," started Harry, slowly.

"Go ahead," said Hermione, looking at him expectantly.

"Okay. Remember when we were standing in Dumbledore's office after you had told me and Ginny what that prophecy had meant?"

"Yes," said Hermione. The realization of what Harry was about to ask her was slowly seeping in. Please don't ask me that... Please don't ask me that... thought Hermione desperately.

"Well, you-- you-- you offered to carry the baby for me. Why? I mean, I know we're really good friends and all, but why would you do that for me?"

"God, Harry... I was really hoping you weren't going to ask me that. The thing is... I-- I-really-like-you-Harry," said Hermione in a rush.

"Well, of course you'd have to like me to want to do something like that for me. And, we've been friends for eight years, so that would have a part in that, too," said Harry, sacastically.

"I mean," said Hermione, and she started to blush, "I think I... um... well..."

Harry suddenly caught on to what Hermione was trying to tell him.

"Hermione, there's no use in even telling me this. I'm getting married to Ginny and Ron likes you. Even if I wasn't engaged, and we started going out, then Ron would never speak to me again," said Harry, looking at his knees.

"I know," said Hermione, looking emabarrassed, "I just figured you should know the truth. Even if it was a bit... um... unrealistic."

"Hermione, I really like you. A lot. But, Ginny's pregnant. If she wasn't and I wasn't engaged, and Ron didn't live in England, there might have been a chance between us. But, none of that is true and I'm marrying Ginny no matter what." Harry looked at Hermione, who had tears running down her face.

"Hermione, I'm sorry," said Harry, hugging her. Hermione looked up at him and kissed him.

"HERMIONE JANE GRANGER!" yelled Ginny Weasley as she threw open the door, "You are the foulest, most deceitful slut I have ever laid my eyes on!" Within two seconds, Hermione was on the floor, victim of another of the Famous Ginny Weasley Bat-Bogey Hexes.

"Ginny!" Harry gasped.

"What do you think you were doing?" yelled Ginny.

"I wasn't doing anything! She just kinda well, came at me!" said Harry, knowing Ginny wasn't going to take that for an answer.

"Oh, sure! You know that I'm going to be big, fat, and pregnant so you come up here trying to sweet-talk Hermione so you can get something better? I can't believe you!" cried Ginny, her face starting to turn the famous Weasley red.

"Ginny! It's not like that! And, you know I'd never leave you! You're carrying my baby for Merlin's sake!"

"So, that's the only reason why you're staying with me and not running off to go be with your darling Hermione?" asked Ginny, tears starting to run down her cheeks.

"No. I'm staying with you because I love you, we're getting married, and by dumping you, I'd have to go into hiding until the day your brothers came up with a tracking device so they could murder me on the spot," said Harry, keeping a straight face.

"You know, I can't believe I ever trusted you!" said Ginny, turning on her heel and running out of the room.

Harry turned over to Hermione and muttered the countercurse to Ginny's Bat Bogey Hex. Hermione looked up at Harry and with a small, "I'm sorry," she followed Ginny out of the room.

Now, Harry felt that he needed someone to talk to more than ever. A parent figure. Sure, he could have gone downstairs to Mrs. Weasley, but surely that's who Ginny would have gone to to go talk to about Harry's attempt to cheat on her. Harry thought and thought for a long time. Finally he thought of the perfect way to make it up to Ginny. Walking over to his bedside cabinet in his room, Harry pulled out a quill, ink, and a roll of parchment. He started writing.

Ginny,

I want to let you know that I would never EVER cheat on you. Especially with Hermione. She and Ron may have been my best friends, but you're my FIANCEE! When I say "have been" I mean that Hermione is no longer my friend. Setting me up like that was a rotten thing to do and I can't get over that. So, now I'm not talking to her. Hopefully, you can manage to find your way to dinner using this enclosed Portkey.

Love you more than words can say,

Harry James Potter

Harry sealed up the letter and grabbed an old quill out of his bedside cabinet drawer. Then, he walked back over to Ginny and Hermione's room and left the letter by her pillow. Then sat the quill near it.

Portus, he muttered. The quill shined with an eerie blue light and rose a few inches off of the bed where it floated for a few seconds before falling back down onto the bed.

Then, Harry went downstairs to eat lunch. He couldn't wait for his date with Ginny.

Hopefully she'll turn up, he thought, desperately.

Harry put on his best robes and walked down to the kitchen. He was hoping to sneak out the back door without anyone asking him where he was going. But, as soon as he walked out the door, he groaned.

"Harry? What's with all of the secrecy?" asked Ron, sitting in a lawn chair on the back porch. Hermione looked up at Harry and busied herself with killing a large bug that had crawled up onto the porch. Swatting it viciously, she listened in as Harry stumbled for words.

"Oh, I uh, figured that I would uh, try to sneak out for dinner," said Harry lamely.

"Oh, so I'm guessing Ginny doesn't know about your little secret?" asked Ron.

How does he know about that? Harry thought to himself. Maybe Hermione told him about what happened. But, if she did, that would have been extremely cruel, considering he knows she likes him! "Er, yeah. Didn't Hermione tell you?" Harry asked Ron, determined to make Hermione pay for what she nearly caused.

"Hermione? Tell me what?" Ron looked over at Hermione whose face was slightly tinged with green.

"Oh, I'll just let her tell you, since she singlehandedly caused Ginny to go berserk, which resulting in her getting the Famous Ginny Weasley Bat Bogey Hex placed upon her. But, she deserved it," said Harry, pleasantly, giving Hermione a look as if to say, "Maybe this will teach you not to do that again."

As Harry walked out to the porch and Apparated to Diagon Alley. He walked into Gringotts and gave the goblin who was at the desk his key.

"Yorkin?" the goblin called.

"Yes?" asked another goblin, one that Harry thought might be female. She was a bit odd looking compared to the rest of the goblins. In fact, he was strongly reminded of Luna Lovegood.

"Take Mr. Potter to his vault," said the goblin at the desk.

"Righty O," said Yorkin, who headed out the doors beside the front desk. Harry followed her. They climbed into one of the carts and sped down to the vaults. Yorkin stopped the cart right in front of Harry's vault with a jerk that nearly sent Harry flying out of the cart.

"Gee, thanks," said Harry, irritably. He really didn't fancy being thrown out of the cart. Fifty feet below the track, Harry could see something that looked like rocks and boulders that littered the surface of the floor, or what Harry presumed to be the floor. It looked like someone would probably end up getting seriously hurt, if not killed if they fell down there and Harry didn't like that fact that Yorkin had scared him like that.

"I love doing that," Yorkin said, giving him a look that Harry could not read.

"Yeah, could you hurry up and open the vault, I'm kind of in a hurry."

"Stand back!" said Yorkin, as she stuck the key into the keyhole. She opened the door to the vault and Harry stepped inside. He had never really been inside the vault before. But, then again, he had never been down here by himself. Harry scooped out around 50 galleons and stood up to leave. But, as he looked up, he noticed something he had never seen before.

It was a little box on a shelf. Above it was a painting of Lily and James. They were asleep. Harry gasped as he saw it. Maybe, just maybe he could do what he thought he could do. He walked over to the painting.

"Mum? Dad?" asked Harry, softly.

Lily opened her eyes and smiled. "It's about time you got your little butt down here," she said, "Not a very nice thing to do, leaving your mother and father down here all alone with no one else to talk to but each other's portrait!"

"I had no idea that you were up here! If I did, I would have come up here a long time ago!"

"I'm sure you would have. James! James! JAMES! GET YOUR FAT LAZY ARSE UP!"

"Gee Mum," laughed Harry.

"Oh, he's gotten plenty of sleep over the past eighteen years."

"Lily, what'd you do that for? I told you to only wake me up if it was something impor-- HARRY! Blimey! Is that you?"

"Not exactly the little baby you guys left behind, am I?" asked Harry.

"Nope, nowhere close. Good to see you look like your old man," said James.

"Oh, so I'm not much to look at am I?" asked Lily.

"Well, of course you are, and if Harry was a girl, I'd wish he looked like you," said James.

"But, I'm not. Can we move to a new subject, please?" asked Harry.

"Fine," said James, "Now to the more important stuff. Have you found anyone that would be considered wife-worthy material?"

"Uh, yeah... actually, I'm engaged."

"Ooh! My little boy's all grown up!" gushed Lily.

"What's her name?" asked James.

"Ginny Weasley," said Harry, "But, she's kind of pissed off at me right now."

"What did you do?" asked Lily in an accusatory tone.

"Hey! I didn't do anything! My friend Hermione, whom I have known for eight years, suddenly decided to kiss me and Ginny walked in right as as she did it and so Ginny hit Hermione with a Bat Bogey Hex. Now, she's giving me the cold shoulder. We're supposed to meet for dinner later and I'm trying to figure out how to cool her down."

"Harry, is she related to Arthur Weasley?" asked James.

"Yes, she's his daughter. Why?"

"Then, I know exactly what you're dealing with. His sister was a good friend of Lily's and when she got pregnant, well... I don't want to even discuss it. Is she pregnant?" asked James.

"Yes," said Harry, looking down at his feet. He thought he'd know his mother's reaction.

"So, you're 19 years old and you're going to be a dad," said Lily, "Interesting. James, we need to get out more often."

"Hey, that's exactly what I thought. Harry, will you take us with you?" James asked.

"Take you with me? I can do that?" asked Harry, feeling happiness beyond all he could say.

"Yeah. We're in a portrait that's in your vault that you inherited, so yeah, you can take us with you. Just do one other thing. See that box on the shelf below us?" asked James.

"Yeah. What about it?"

"Take it with you. There's something in there that I think you would really like to give Ginny," answered Lily.

Harry smiled at his parents. "You know, getting someone to paint a portrait of me might not be a bad idea. In case anything, you know, happens," said Harry.

"I guess you could do that. I don't see why it wouldn't hurt. Put Ginny in it, too. Want to know whose bright idea this was?" asked Lily.

"Whose?" asked Harry, interested.

"Mine," answered James, "Now, if you don't mind, I really want to get out of the confinement of this vault. We've been here way too long."

Harry nodded. Picking up the portrait and the box, Harry walked out of the vault and walked over to the cart. Harry carefully set the portrait, box, and money bag in the cart and sat down. Yorkin jumped in and one wild cart ride later, Harry walked out into sunny Diagon Alley with his parents chatting happily under his arm.