DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!

Chapter 17-- Another Baby?
Mrs. Weasley rushed over to Ginny and flicked her wand at the floor. The vomit vanished immediately. She frowned for a second, shook her head, and sat back down on the couch.

"So, Harry," she said, in a forced kind of tone, as if she was trying to be nice to someone that she was really angry at. "Have you and Ginny thought about having any other children?"

Harry practically dropped James.

"Um, no... not really," he said, awkwardly.

"And if Ginny turned out to be pregnant, then--"

"Mrs. Weasley!" Fleur interrupted, "Would you like to hold ze baby for a leetle while? 'E is getting a beet cranky."

"Oh! Of course, Fleur!" Mrs. Weasley said, bustling over to her and plucking William out of her arms. Harry handed James to Fleur and he went upstairs to check on Ginny.

He knocked on the bathroom door and heard wretching coming from the other side..

"Come in!" came a voice from the other side.

Harry walked in to see Giinny leaning over the toilet, trying to hold her hair back and throw up at the same time. Harry leaned over to her and held her hair back for her. He winced as she wretched and twisted, holding her stomach and rocking back and forth.

"Um, Ginny? Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yes, I'm perfectly fine!" Ginny said sarcastically, "I'm throwing up in my mother's toilet. Of course I'm not perfectly okay!"

"Ginny? Are you pregnant?" Harry asked.

"What?" Ginny asked, looking surprised.

"Well, you're throwing up all over the place, you're having bad mood swings, and you're also under a lot of stress. I'm just thinking a logical answer to all of this would be that you're having a baby. We're having a baby," Harry answered.

"But Harry! I'm 19! I thought we were going to wait until James was at least three before having another child!"

"Well, apparently, someone wasn't being very careful."

"HOW CAN YOU SAY I WASN'T BEING VERY CAREFUL?" Ginny yelled.

"I'm not saying you weren't! Could've been me!"

"Oh," said Ginny, looking down.

"Would you be okay with us having another baby?" Harry asked, resting his hand on her leg.

"I don't know. But we don't have to think about this because I'm not pregnant."

"You don't know that for sure," Harry replied, resting his hand on Ginny's leg. She wretched and threw up in the toilet again. "Do you want me to get your mum to brew a pregnancy potion?"

"Knowing Mum, she's probably already got one brewed. She probably got really suspicious after I threw up in the kitchen. Did you see the look on her face?"

"Yeah. I did. I'll get her," Harry answered, getting up.

"Hang on. Wait. I'm not finished."

"What?" Harry asked.

"If I'm pregnant, do you want to keep this baby?"

"Of course I want to keep the baby! Why would you even ask that?" Harry exclaimed, momentarily stunned.

"Well, there's the prophecy, the whole thing with us moving to France, a new job, you quitting your Auror training to be on a professional Quidditch Team..."

"And, we can handle it! I know we can! And I don't know if Fleur and Bill plan on staying in England, either. If we move, maybe they can come with us and Fleur can watch the kids for us if we pay her!" Harry thought aloud.

"Do you really think Fleur would want to stay home?" Ginny asked.

"I have no idea. Let me get your mum. I want to know if you're pregnant or not. If we have another baby Potter."

Ginny smiled faintly. She looked a bit green. She leaned back over the toilet seat and threw up again. Harry ran downstairs.

"MOLLY! DO YOU HAVE A PREGNANCY POTION?" he yelled. James and William started crying again.

"Harry! The babies!" she exclaimed in frustration.

"Oops... sorry!" Harry said feverishly, picking up James and rocking him.

"And yes, I do. I was just about to come upstairs and check on you two. You stay down here and I'll go finish up the potion upstairs in the bathroom cauldron. Can I have a piece of your hair?"

"Sure," said Harry, cutting off an inch long piece with a pair of scissors he had conjured and placing it into a small flask Mrs. Weasley had given him. She bustled on upstairs.

Harry headed over to the living room, but the doorbell rang. He walked over to the front door and answered it.

Hermione and Ron were standing at the door.

"Oh.. hi, Hermione, Ron..." he said, ushering them indoors. "Ginny and Molly are upstairs. Ginny's not feeling too well. Fleur's in the living room."

"Oh. Okay, then," Hermione said, hugging Harry. She pinched James's cheek and headed into the living room. Ron led Harry into the living room.

"So, how's everything going?" he asked Harry.

"Great!" Harry replied, "We're moving to France on Monday."

Ron's eyes widened in disbelief.

"France?" he asked, "For how long?"

"I don't know. Ginny found a job over there and we were thinking of sending James and the other kids, if there are any, to Beauxbatons."

"What, is Ginny pregnant again?"

"I don't know," Harry answered.

"What do you mean, you don't know?" Ron asked suddenly.

"I mean, I don't know if she's got morning sickness or the flu."

Ron looked confused.

"Well, I can see where you're confused. Morning sickness and the flu are a lot alike." he said.

"How would you know?" Harry asked.

Hermione and Ginny walked into the room from different doorways and looked a bit surprised to see each other. They sat down beside Harry and Ron. Ginny turned to face Harry as Hermione turned to face Ron. Their voices spoke as one.

"I'm pregnant."

Ginny turned to look at Hermione with an expression of shock and disbelief as Harry hugged her happily and Ron's eyes opened in shock.