A/N I can't believe I'm saying this but I'm absolutely loving writing Ginny (I'm a Pansy writer through and through), but oh, the more I write her, and the more I think about her, the more I love her. Let me know if I'm doing a good job with her!

6.

It had taken four hours, countless refills of their teapot, one trip to the corner shop for chocolate and half a box of tissues before the couple finally felt they were in a state of complete honesty.

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"That's definitely one of my earliest memories, she took the car off me and gave it to Dudley, hitting it off the back of my head as she did. I think that was the first time I realised how much Dudley had come to like taking anything I had off me."

"He sounds like such an arse."

Harry sighed, pausing to sip his tea before replying, "Yeah, but sometimes I wonder if he'd have been different, had my aunt and uncle not acted, you know, the way they did."

"I bet he would have," Ginny replied, softly.

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"What about your parents? Didn't your aunt ever want to talk about them? Your mum was her sister, despite everything.

"Never," the subject was basically banned. They liked to rub it in, though, especially with Vernon's family.

"What, they mocked it?"

"It, them, the fact my dad 'couldn't drive a car'," Harry answered, air quoting the last four words, his face full of a blatant bitterness.

"Drive a car?"

"That's what they said happened to them, that they died in a car crash."

"Oh," Ginny replied, sadly, as she wondered, yet again, if she'd heard the worst.

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"She sounds nice," Ginny said, encouragingly.

"Yeah, but there's only so many times you can look at pictures of the same dead cat, you know?

"Yeah, I imagine that got old, fast."

Harry chuckled, darkly. "It did, but she was a nice enough woman, and she did watch over me for all those years. She was a squib, did I mention that?"

"Yeah babe, you did."

"Ah," Harry nodded, more to himself than Ginny, "When I went back, after the battle, to pick up what things I had there, I saw the funeral car outside her house. Just one, and two people get in it. So I disillusioned myself and followed on my broom."

"I didn't know that," Ginny spoke, feeling tears begin to pool in her eyes,

"Well, I never told anyone." Harry said, simply, before continuing with his story, "The church was so empty, Gin. I guess that, even though she technically helped the Order, no one felt they knew her well enough to go, or tell me, for that matter" he added, bitterly, "or maybe they didn't know, I never actually found out."

"I'm glad you were there," Ginny whispered, her fingers lacing with Harry's.

"Me too."

Silence followed Harry's latest tale, neither speaking or moving at all, the pad of Ginny's thumb was rubbing the back of her husband's hand.

"She crocheted," Harry finally spoke.

"That's nice, mum could never get the hang of crochet, even magically."

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Ginny's hand rested protectively over her stomach, the stage of pregnancy was far too early to feel any sort of bump, but Ginny had already become accustomed to placing her palm against her stomach, knowing that somewhere close by, a tiny little life was growing.

Looking up, she noticed Harry's eyes were gazing at the hand she's positioned over her navel. She smiled as her hand left her belly and reached for Harry's own, pulling it toward her and carefully placing his hand where hers had been moments before.

"Tell me," Ginny said, her voice hushed, "What you're most afraid of."

Harry didn't answer straight away and Ginny felt each of his fingertips moving softly in unison, drawing invisible circles over her top.

"I...don't want his, or her, childhood to be like mine. What if I'm just like...what if I just can't." He replied, his voice slow and his face pained.

Ginny smiled, if it hadn't come from such a tragic situation it would have been laughable, Harry Potter, the boy who'd risked his life every year from the age of eleven for nothing but everything that was good, and light. And she told him so.

"Harry, you freed me from possession when you were twelve, fighting a giant bloody snake to do so, no less, you were Dobby's greatest friend because you were the first person to show him any kindness, you led the DA when you were fifteen, to help us all be able to fight for good, you forgave, and saved Malfoy, for Merlin's sake! You hate bullies and inequality and hate. In all honesty, you're probably going to be a better parent than I am."

"That's not possible," Harry replied, leaning over to give his wife a quick kiss.

"Oh, and you also saved the world," Ginny said, pointedly.

"Well, that's true," Harry answered, and Ginny was relieved to see some of Harry's humour shining through.

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"You don't have to do anything you don't want to," Ginny was saying, a few hours later. She was positioned on their large, squashy sofa, her head leaning back against Harry's chest whilst his hands gently massaged her shoulders, "but, I think you need to. Not for me, or the baby, but for you."

"Maybe you're right, it's just not a very appealing prospect."

"No, it isn't," Ginny agreed, grabbing each of his hands in hers and pulling them forward and around her chest. "But we'll go together, I promise, they're going to have me to answer to."

"I don't envy them," Harry said with a small snort, as he nuzzled against Ginny's flaming hair, planting a chaste kiss on the back of her head.

"I love you, do you know that?" She heard Harry ask.

"Do you really? I had no idea."