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Chapter 8-- The Talk With Lily

"Lily! Lily! Tell your son that he can NOT tell me what to do! Tell him!" Ginny shouted, running into the bedroom.

"What's he saying that you can't do?" asked Lily, sharply.

"Peter Pettigrew is going on trial today and Harry just told me I can't go!"

"I should say not!"

"What?"

"Peter Pettigrew, however poor a wizard he is, is still a very smart man. He framed Sirius and had Sirius suffer thirteen years in Azkaban! I have to say I agree with Harry wholeheartedly on this one. Did you talk to your mother about it?"

"Yes," said Ginny sullenly.

"And?"

"And she told me that I couldn't go."

"There's a reason you want to go to this trial. Besides putting Peter in his place, isn't there?" Lily said, a smug smile on her face.

"No!"

Lily's emerald green eyes gazed into Ginny's with a twinkling stare.

"Ginny, I can tell when someone lies to me. And you're lying to me right now. Now, why on earth do you want to go to that trial?"

"Fine. Hermione is going to be there. I... well, never mind..."

"Harry told us what was going on with Hermione."

"He likes her, doesn't he. He's only staying with me because I'm having his baby. I knew it."

"Ginny! No! Why else would he have proposed once, because he loved you, and then reproposed, so you could have my engagement ring? Ginny, Hermione offered to carry the baby for him. If he liked her more, would he have had you carry it? No. Harry is just like his father, and I know what kind of man James is. James wouldn't do that. And, neither would Harry. He wouldn't have you carry his baby if he didn't love you. He loves you enough to marry you and start a family with you. And between you and me, Harry has told me that within the last few months, he has grown to love you more than he's loved anyone else in his whole life. He's said that what you two have is magical. And, that, my dear, is a far cry from just staying with you because you're pregnant with his child."

"Wow," Ginny breathed, "He really said that?"

"Yes."

"Hey, honey!" A man walked into the picture. James saw Ginny and backed up against the side of the portrait. "Am I interrupting a mother/daughter talk?"

"No, James, I was just giving Ginny here some good advice. So, Ginny, if you ever need to know more about contraception, be sure to stop in."

"Okay, okay... I get it, you don't want me in here, interrupting your little feminine conversations. I'll just... go find Harry."

"Yeah, James, you go do that."

"I will!"

"Good. But you're not leaving!"

"Yes, honey. I'm leaving right now!"

"Men. They never learn. You know, you remind me so much of what I used to look like when I was your age. Red hair, hot tempered. I'm shocked James was able to put up with me. Now, when I was pregnant with Harry, I was a nutcase. Did you know that I once sent James to India so I could get my hands on some primo mangos?'

"What?"

"Yeah.! And, I will never forget the look I saw on James's face when I ordered him to go get them. And then, in the dielivery room, I squeezed James's hand so hard, he passed out cold on the floor of the delivery room."

"Oooh... I swear, if Harry does that to me, it's no sex for a year!"

"Ginny, you're hilarious. You know, James is talking about sneaking down to the trial to give Peter a good talking to. Why don't you stay here with me, you know, just so I have someone to talk to. I can give you baby advice. You know, since Harry takes so much after James and all. He's bound to slip up and do a "Jamesie" and drive you insane."

"You know, I'd like that. Hopefully, you don't mind me venting my anger out on you. I have all this crap bottled up inside me and I can't seem to figure out how to get it out of my system. Mum never wants to listen-- she just doesn't have the time. But, hey, you're a portrait, you've got plenty of time. Right?"

"Right. Ginny, I'd like that."

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