Chapter 2

For a moment, time seemed to freeze, the air was as still as a morgue. The slience was finally ended when suddenly a burst of laughter started up at the end of the table. Everyone turned to stare at Fred and George, who were making no efforts to contain their fanatical laughter.

"Gin, really that's great a—" Fred Started

"wonderful use of teenage stereotypes, truly—" George continued.

"brilliant, we didn't think you had the good old—

"Weasley Humor in you, we're proud to—

"call you our little sister." They finished together.

Bill and Charlie nervously started chuckling next, with Arthur quietly joining in uneasily. Ron began shaking with laughter, the fierce shade of maroon his face had turned at Ginny's speech, fading to its usual pale peach. Harry's emerald eyes pierced Ginny's, staring at her with such intensity that she was forced to avert her eyes. When she looked back up he was staring down at his food, all color drained from his face and she knew that he had figured her out.

She felt chills run down her spine as she had the distinctive feeling of being watched. Ginny turned to meet her mother's stern gaze; Molly examined her daughter with unsympathetic eyes. Ginny felt like the subject of a silent interrogation, her mother sifting through her darkest secrets, pouring over her darkest fears.

"She's not kidding." Molly's voice was grave, as though she was pronouncing some close family member dead.

Everyone's laughter stopped immediately and the shuffling of chairs filed the room as everyone turned to look at Ginny. Ron was the only one to stay firmly planted in his spot, the ghost of his prior laughter still frozen on his face.

An eerie smile marred Ron's face as he spoke in a unnervingly calm tone, "Why of course she's kidding, right Ginny?" Ron's face was smiling, but his words contained a hint of malice underneath the façade of calm. His eyes were blue steel, daring Ginny to respond . She had the urge to look away, to hide her face in shame, but she had made her bed and she would lie in it, now (just as she had done all those months ago with Harry, though she hadn't minded it then, had she? A nasty voice in the back of her head reminded her).

"No, Ronald, I'm not." Ron's face contorted into a mask of rage.

"Who's the father?" Ron's uttered quietly, his hands shaking at his sides, Ginny just stared determinedly back at him, "I said, WHO'S THE FUCKING FATHER?" Ron shouted, his face a nasty shade of puce as spittle flew from his face.

Ginny grimaced as Ron continued on, "Harry and I are going to kick the living shit out of the bastard! Mark my words Ginny, I'll fucking kill 'im, I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL 'IM!"

"Ron, calm down, you're just going to make this worse. Count to ten, son." Arthur said, remaining calm despite the news of his youngest child and only daughter's predicament.

"Count to ten, count to fucking ten. That's just rich, because that's going to solve anything! Harry and I are going to handle this the right way, we're going to hunt down this son of a bitch and take care of him, aren't we Harry?"

Harry kept his gaze trained down at his food, not daring to meet the eyes of his best friend. He needed to talk to Ginny immediately. It couldn't be true, it couldn't. He mentally counted back the days, since that had happened. It would have been roughly two and a half to three months ago, it didn't make sense that it would just be coming to light now. He wasn't exactly an expert on all that girly stuff, but he knew that it didn't take that long for someone to figure out that they were knocked up. Had she hidden it from him? Had she just been ignoring the issue? Was he really going to be a Dad?

Suddenly a vision popped into his head, he was sitting in a big, overstuffed armchair around a cozy fireplace bouncing a little girl of about three on his lap. She was giggling hysterically and making faces at Ginny, who was sitting across the room on the loveseat.

"Mommy! Mommy! Look at me!" she laughed, showing her dimples off to the world.

"That's lovely, Lily dear, but if you keep making faces like that your face is going to stick that way!" Ginny teased.

The little girl's smile froze and she turned to Harry and began to wail, burying her face into his chest. "Daddy, I don't want my face to stick like that! I don't want to be ugly!" She wailed, her tears dampening his jacket.

He pulled her out and looed her dead in the eyes. They were the same emerald green as his and she had Jet black hair, as well, though hers was much smoother than his. She had Ginny's jawline though and her button nose. "Lily-bug, you could never be ugly, it's impossible. You've just got so much cuteness that no matter which way your face was stuck it can't take away from that." Harry said with a smile.

The little girl sniffled and wiped tears away from her eyes. "Really?"

"Really." Harry replied gently.

"I love you, Daddy." She wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled into his chest.

"Right Harry?" Ron's voice was fiercer this time, shaking Harry from his daydreaming.

Harry continued to stare down at his food, pushing his peas around with his fork, "Just drop it, Ron." He murmured.

"No, I will not! I—" Ron stopped short as though he had had some sort of epiphany. "No. No. No, no, no." Ron's head whipped back and forth between Harry and Ginny, his eyes widening. Ginny looked down at her socks, this time, afraid Ron would find the answer he was searching for in her shameful eyes.

"You motherfucker." Ron's voice was just above a whisper.

"Actually, according to your logic—

"He's a sister fucker." Fred and George said, each sporting wry grins, despite everyone else's somber expressions.

"That's enough boys." Arthur shot them a withering look.

Harry's attention was sidetracked by the exchange between Arthur and the twins, so he didn't see Ron's fist sailing towards his face. It connected with a sickening crush and Harry felt something give way in his nose as blood squirted out.

The entire table was up in mere seconds, the twins each grabbed one of Ron's arms, twisting them behind his back. Harry staggered up from the floor, where he had fallen when Ron had hit him. He met the gaze of three glowering Weasley brothers (Percy was absent from the house, as per usual), two smiling twins, a stern Mr. Weasley, and a wet-eyed Molly, Ginny was still gazing at the floor.

"Well, what is it you two intend to do now?" Mrs. Weasley said coldly. "I suppose, you'll have to go back to school for a bit, it's a wonder if you manage to graduate. Any thoughts on how you'll support yourselves? Where you'll live? No, of course not, I bet you thought it would just be like playing house, huh? Well this is the real world, there are no second chances and this mistake is going to ruin the rest of your lives. I've never been so disappointed in you Ginevra." She then got up and left the room with Arthur trailing behind her.

Ginny felt tears prick her eyes after her mother's speech, she had seen her mother angry a countless number of times, but she had never seen her like this. It was as though she had given up on her, her mother's disappointment was just the icing on top of one fucked up cake. She couldn't bear it, "I'm Sorry." She choked out before rushing out of the room as her hot tears spilled over her cheeks.

"Ginny!" Harry shouted, making to follow after her, but he found his path blocked by Ron.

"Don't you think you've done enough? So much for best friends, huh? Get the fuck out of my house."

"Yea Harry, you might want to 'pull out' for—

"a bit, seeing as that doesn't seem to be one of your strong suits. Get it—

" 'pull out'." Fred and George said with huge grins across their faces.

"What is wrong with you two? Do you not understand what's going on you prats? Our baby sister's been knocked up by this prick over here." Bill said, gesturing to Harry. Seeing the twins chortle at the word 'prick', Bill added, "Oh grow up."

"lighten up Bill, it isn't as though there's anything we can do now. The deeds been done, we can't change it. There isn't any point in dwelling on it at this point." Fred said reverently.

Bill opened his mouth to reply, but his train of thought was interrupted by a loud crack, signaling that someone had disapparated. They all turned to find Harry gone.

...

Harry's knees dug into the soft, damp earth as he kneeled beside the grave. His fingers traced the words; the last enemy to be conquered is death.

"Mom, Dad, I don't know if you're up there, but I could use a bit of divine intervention or something down here. If you are up there, then you know I've gotten myself into a right mess. I want to do right by Ginny, but I'm not sure how. I've really, really fucked up this time, pardon my language. I could really use you guys right now." Harry's voice cracked and the tears he had been holding back trickled down his cheeks, "God," He said sniffling and wiping his nose, "I feel like such a useless git right now."

He startled a bit as he felt a warm pair of arms wrap themselves around him. "For the record, you are a useless git, but I still love you." A soft voice whispered in his ear, he reached up and pulled Ginny's small figure into his lap, wrapping his arms around her.

"I love you too, Gin," he said, kissing her wholeheartedly on the lips. He pulled away and looked into her full brown eyes, "How did you know I was here?"

"I know you better than you know yourself, Harry."

He nodded his head, seemingly deep in thought. "What are we going to do?" he said with a sigh.

"We're going to do what we always do; we're going to survive. We're going to have this baby. You're going to go on your mission and I'll go to school with a glimmer cast on my stomach as soon as I start to get a bit bigger. I'll come home, have the baby, and you'll defeat Voldemort so we can be a family." Ginny said simply.

"Well it sounds so easy when you put it that way." Harry said with a dark smile.

"Harry, I love you, you love me, we can get through this. Although if you up and leave like that I can't promise that all of you will." She said with a grin, elbowing him in the ribs.

"I'll never leave you." Harry promised solemnly, kissing her softly.

"I believe you, now let's go home." They stood up, linked hands, and disapparated.

A/n: Thank you guys so much for all the reviews! They made me so anxious to get home and update as soon as I read them! For those of you who expressed concern over Ginny's method of announcement, my thought process behind it was just that she panicked. I mean I know that I've had several of those "word vomit" moments, where you just blurt out what you're thinking (one of these moments landed me with a hard punch to the face, kind of like Harry). Anyway, here's the update and I hope you enjoy it!