A/N: Once again, I do not own Harry Potter, or any of the characters associated with J.K. Rowling.

Chapter 7

The next couple of weeks passed quickly for Harry and Ginny. They were rushing around from doctor's appointments to stores to the Burrow. Hardly anyone saw much of them these days. Ginny had finally gotten over her morning sickness and was starting to feel a lot more upbeat and was smiling more often. Harry was working on finding them somewhere else to live and was taking extra auror training classes, so Ginny didn't see much of him at all. They didn't want to be living in the Burrow when the baby was born. They had also decided putting off the wedding until after the baby was born and they had time to spare. Mrs. Weasley had kindly offered to take care of baby Lily while Harry and Ginny took a short vacation for a couple of days for their "honeymoon." They decided not to make it a real honeymoon, just a sort of relaxing thing.

"Ginny! Ginny!" yelled Harry, running up the stairs to their bedroom.

"What?" asked Ginny, who was sitting on the bed with her hand on her stomach.

"I've found us somewhere to live!" exclaimed Harry.

"It better not be like the place you found last time," said Ginny, rolling her eyes, "Muck and slime all over the walls, practically made me sick."

"Hey, it was a mansion, it just needed some fixing up!" Harry argued.

"I don't blame the owner for wanting to get rid of it," Ginny said.

"Well, this is a lot smaller. It has 3 bedrooms and a bathroom, along with a living room and kitchen that is really big and opened up. It's an apartment."

"Sounds better than living here, I suppose. Mum's acting like the baby is her's or something, making sure I'm eating right and stuff. She was getting all over me for eating peanut butter out of the jar."

"Gin, I would do the same thing. There are five other people living here. You need to learn to share the peanut butter."

"But I don't wanna--" Ginny complained.

"and neither do they, especially Ron. You know, he was freaking out yesterday because he didn't have peanut butter with his Oreo's."

"What are Oreo's?" asked Ginny, interestedly.

"They're a brand of muggle cookies," said Harry.

"COOKIES!" Ginny cried, "I want some! Can you run downstairs and get me some?"

"Sure," Harry said, thinking it was too much to argue.

As he walked downstairs, he saw Hermione sitting at the table. Groaning, he walked into the kitchen, trying to ignore the fact she was there, and hoping she didn't look as he got the Oreo's off of the counter. But sure enough, as he walked into the room, Hermione's head suddenly turned around and Harry gulped.

"Just getting the Oreo's," mumbled Harry and he noticed that Hermione was crying.

"Hermione? What's wrong?" Harry asked, utterly bewildered.

"Nothing..." said Hermione, looking away.

"Look, I'm taking these Oreo's up to Ginny, and then we need to talk. Don't move, I'll be right back." Harry ran up the steps and sat the Oreo's on the bed. Ginny was obviously in the shower, as he could hear running water from the bathroom down the hall. He went back down the stairs and brought Hermione out into the back garden.

"Hermione, we need to talk," said Harry.

"Harry-- let me go first. I need to get this off of my chest."

"If it has to do with--"

"No, Harry, it doesn't have to do with that. It has to do with the fact that I don't want to lose my three best friends over something stupid. I'm just going to come right out and say this. I don't want to go out with Ron. I don't like him like that at all. Also, I don't want to break up you and Ginny. Your baby deserves a family. So, what I'm trying to say is, I'm sorry for causing Ginny to get mad at you and for kissing you. That wasn't the right thing to do. I just want us to be able to put things behind us and start fresh. I want us all to be friends again. Can we do that?"

Harry smiled. "Of course, Hermione. You don't have to persuade me; it's Ginny you're going to have to persuade. She's extremely ticked off because of what you did. I'll forgive you, but getting Ginny to forgive you is going to be a whole other story."

"I know. I just figure I'd get the easy part done first. Where is Ginny?"

"She's in the shower. We have plans to go look at an apartment later."

"Oh. Well, I-- I-- I guess I'll see you two around. I've got to go to work."

"Have fun, Hermione."

"You know I will. We're supposed to get a couple of Death Eaters in trial today."

"Death Eaters? More of them?"

"Yeah. Not anyone major. Just a couple of minor people that slipped through the cracks. Including Igor Karkaroff."

"Karkaroff?" exclaimed Harry.

"Unfortunately. Found him lurking in a place called Spinner's End."

"Wow," Harry said, surprised by the news.

"And, he had someone else with him."

"Who?" Harry said sharply.

"Wormtail," Hermione finished.

"WORMTAIL!" yelled Harry.

"Yes, and we're trying them both today."

"I want to be there. I want to see him convicted. He betrayed my parents," Harry said immediately.

"I'll see if I can do something. If I can't, do you want me to tell them about the meeting in the Shrieking Shack?"

"Yes. And make him show them his animagus form," Harry finished.

"Of course. See you later, Harry. I'm running late."

"Hermione?" Harry said, as she started walking away.

"What?"

"Thanks," he said and hugged her.

"You're welcome," said Hermione, Disapparating with a small smile on her face.

"Ginny! GINNY!" yelled Harry, running up the stairs.

"What?" asked Ginny, walking out of the bedroom with a towel tied around her.

"They found Pettigrew!" yelled Harry.

"What?"

"They found Pettigrew and he's going on trial today!"

"That's great, Harry, really great," said Ginny, sounding a little tired.

"What's wrong?" asked Harry,

"Nothing, I'm just kind of worn out. I've been really busy lately. Weren't we going to go look at that apartment today?"

"We were supposed to, but don't you think Pettigrew's trial is a little more important than going to go see the apartment? Can't that wait until tomorrow?"

"Yes, I suppose. Let me get ready."

"You'are not going!" Harry yelped.

"Yes, I am," said Ginny.

"No. You're not Igor Karkaroff and Peter Pettigrew are two people that I do not want you associating with. Especially while you're pregnant."

"I want to go!" yelled Ginny.

"No. You're not going and that's final!"

'WHO ARE YOU TO TELL ME WHAT I CAN AND CAN'T DO? I AM GOING AND NOTHING YOU SAY OR DO IS GOING TO STOP ME FROM GOING!"

"MOLLY, COME UP HERE AND BACK ME UP!" Harry yelled down the staircase.

"What on earth are you two screaming about?" asked Mrs. Weasley, looking very much affronted. A small smile played about her lips and she saw her pregnant daughter, dressed in only a towel, arguing with her fiance.

"Peter Pettigrew is going on trial for betraying my parents to Voldemort." Mrs. Weasley flinched, "and your daughter wants to come with me to the trial, knowing that two known Death Eaters, Igor Karkaroff and Peter Pettigrew are going to be there. Tell her she can't go."

"Ginerva Molly Weasley, you are NOT going to that trial. And that's MY final word," Mrs. Weasley said sternly.

"But, MUM!"

"No 'But, MUMs!' YOU ARE NOT GOING TO THAT TRIAL!"

Seeing she was defeated, Ginny walked back into the bedroom, deciding to press the matter further with Pettigrew's victims, James and Lily Potter.


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