A/N Thanks to reviewers:

SierraPotter You'll just have to keep reading to see what Ginny has to say won't you! Hehe!

Kp Sorry it took me so long to update, I've been really busy the last few days. But I'm much happier with this chapter than I was with the last one.

Prv226 Lol, wow, this is the first time I wrote a cliff hanger and people were actually hanging themselves to find out hehe!! Well here you go…

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Harry sat on the sofa in the living room. Ginny slowly shut the door and went to sit of a different chair, the other side of the room from him. He could tell by her body language, and the fact that she had been crying, that he wasn't going to like what he was about to hear. They sat in silence for near on five minutes. Harry waited patiently for those minutes, getting more frustrated by the second. All he could hear was the slow ticking of each second on the clock, and each tick seemed to get further apart from the next.

"Ginny?" He prompted calmly when he couldn't take it any more.

"Harry," She sighed out his name like it was a great effort to say, "Harry… Do, do you love me?" She asked.

"What?" He replied, quite taken aback.

"I asked if you love me, because if you do, it will be harder for me to tell you what I need to," Ginny explained, confusing him quite a bit.

"It depends," He replied.

"On what?"

"On what you're about to tell me," Harry said, looking her in the eyes.

Ginny sighed and look away from him and out of the window. Harry could see how much trouble she was in, not knowing what to say or how to say it. She was obviously scared of losing him forever after their few small fights they had had. He couldn't help but feel like this was going to end up as the biggest fight they would ever have. But he decided that he would try not to get too angry, which was hard for him…

"Look, Ginny," He said after a few more minutes, "I promise that whatever this is, I'll try not to get too angry. But I will be angrier if you don't tell me, don't you think?"

She looked around at him and nodded her head slowly. Straightening herself up, she took a deep breath and began to talk.

"Harry, you know I got angry at you before the battle, because of you kissing Hermione. Well, I took my anger out on magic; you made us promise not to curse Voldemort, well I did, as you know…"

"I wouldn't talk about that if I were you," Harry cut in, clenching his fists.

Ginny saw his anger and widened her eyes in shock, "Ok… Well, anyway…" She paused for a moment and Harry was beginning to get frustrated. Ginny obviously noticed this as she rushed on. "I was still angry after the battle, and you fainted and I was upset and angry and every other emotion you can think of. I didn't want to go back to the hospital wing with you, so when we got to Hogwarts I went to the room of requirement so that I could be alone…"

She paused and Harry watched her with weary eyes. His anger seemed to have flooded out of him in the second she said 'room of requirement'; now he was just terrified. The older students of Hogwarts went there on nights they wanted to be alone with their boyfriend or girlfriend; Even though that was not Ginny's intention, he was sure something like that was going to come up now.

His eyes didn't flicker while looking at her. She was watching the floor with great interest, obviously trying to gather the courage to tell him this point.

"Harry, Dean Thomas was walking to the room as well. He was outside when I got there and asked why I'd been crying. We walked in the room together and I told him I thought I'd upset you. I told him I couldn't bear you to be unhappy with me and I just wanted to cry. Then I asked what was wrong with him and he said his parents had been attacked but Death Eaters, and he didn't know if they were ok or not," Ginny paused again, gathering the strength to say the next words, "And then… Well, one thing led to another and…"

Harry finally took his gaze away from her and shuffled in his chair. He breathed heavily, digesting the information. It wasn't her fault… He should have been so hard on her… It wasn't her fault…

"Harry I'm sorry! I was angry at you, it was a mistake!" Ginny jumped out of her chair and sped over to him, who had also left his seat. He was pacing around the room and looking everywhere but at her. "I'm sorry Harry! I love you I didn't mean for it to happen! Harry!"

Harry spun round and looked her in the eyes, her terrified eyes just waiting to be slapped. But Harry didn't hit girls, especially not girls that he loved. He grabbed her wrists and smiled gently.

"It's ok Gin, it doesn't matter," He said calmly, watching her face turn more confused than he'd ever seen it, "I love you, and I shouldn't have been so hard on you that night. It was only a kiss, I forgive you."

He smiled at her again, a fake smile, but it was still there. Ginny let go of Harry's wrists that she had taken as well and turned around. Harry went to sit back on the sofa and tried to stop shaking.

"Harry," Ginny's voice whispered behind him. He didn't turn, but listened intently. "Harry you don't understand, it wasn't just a kiss…" He moved his head to look straight ahead of him and felt his fake happiness falling to his feet. He sat stock still as she said her next words. "Harry, I'm pregnant…"


He lay in his bed with his eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling. He had fixed his house two days ago by himself, not letting anyone help him. His room was now tidy and back together, as was his parents' room, and the whole of downstairs. It hadn't taken that long to do, only a few hours. It would have taken less time if he had let Ron and Hermione help him, but two days ago he was still angry at them for not telling him about Ginny. They were, after all, supposed to tell each other everything, because that's what best friends did. But Harry had concluded yesterday that Ron was trying to do the best for his only little sister, and Hermione had just followed suit, so he forgave them for that. But still he wouldn't go back to the Burrow.

Harry didn't know how long he'd been in bed, but he knew he hadn't slept one wink yet. He tried to clear his mind of babies and red headed girls and read headed babies but that was all he could think about. When Ginny had told him, he sat there for ages, he didn't know how long exactly, but it must have been a while because Ginny was crying when she came round to look at him. And when she said his name he got up and walked out. In the kitchen Ron, Hermione and Mrs Weasley tried to talk to him, to stop him walking out, but he hardly noticed them. He'd walked out of the house not really knowing where to go, but then decided to go to his house; he had always felt safe there, from everything.

He was brought out of his reverie but a loud tap and the window. He jumped out of his skin and turned to see an old barn owl at the window, a small scroll attached to its leg.

Harry stretched his way out of bed and opened the window. The bird flew in with unsteady wings and landed with a loud thud on the cupboard next to his bed.

He untied the scroll from its leg and watched it fly back out of the window and into the starry night. Harry then looked down at the parchment in his hand and recognised the writing on the front of it to be Ron's. Opening it, he began to read.

Harry,

I'm sorry I'm writing so late, Hermione had me busy…Sorry, you didn't want to know that… Anyway, she told me about the letter you sent earlier, telling her that you were going for an interview tomorrow. I was just wondering if you wanted me to go with you. I can't believe you're finally going to give one, the world will finally know exactly what happened. Are you only going to give one, or will there be more after this? Oh well its up to you!

There was another thing mate; I just wanted to see how you are. You know that if you ever get lonely you can come back here. Don't worry about Ginny; she'll stay out of your way. She's really scared actually mate, might do her some good to talk to you? Please don't get mad at me, I just don't want you to be separated from us for so long. I know you'll sort it out anyway, you're smart like that. And no doubt Hermione will talk to Ginny and make her see sense.

Anyway I better go, it's so late! Write back as soon as you can and I'll see you soon hopefully ok?

Ron

Harry smiled at the letter. It was so like Ron to write things he didn't want people to know. And Harry certainly didn't want to know what his two best friends got up to in their spare time! He got out some parchment and a quill from his desk drawer and started to write back.

Ron

Please don't say anything like that to me again, and I don't even want you to explain it to me! Anyway, yes I'm going to give an interview tomorrow at the Daily Prophet. But I'm not letting them use a quick notes quill and I'm going to read what they write and watch them put it in the paper. I'm not having the world thinking that I did it all by myself and saying that I saw my parents' ghosts or something stupid like that. I just assume that they will let me do this because I'm Harry Potter. And I'll tell them that if they don't let me do it then I won't give them an interview! I think I will only give this one interview, and then other magazines will just take the information from the prophet.

Listen Ron, I really appreciate you saying I can go back to the Burrow, but I need to be alone for a while, just to get my head around this Ginny business. If she actually decides to do something about it you will let me know won't you? I know you will, I trust you.

Anyway, I'd better try and get some sleep, otherwise I'll be even more grumpy at the ministry tomorrow, and they won't want a grumpy Potter on their hands will they? See you soon Ron,

Harry

P.S Did you see the article in the Prophet the other day about Amelia Saltlick? Saying that she was making things up to get famous? See, I told you no one would believe her! And will you tell Hermione that I said 'I told you so!'

Harry finished writing and folded up the parchment. He waited for Hedwig to get back from hunting and then tied the letter to her leg and watched her fly off. By this time it was almost beginning to get brighter outside, so Harry decided it best to get at least two hours sleep.

He climbed into bed and closed his eyes. When sleep finally came, his dreams were filled with babies and newspapers about babies, but at least he got some sleep. He would surely need his strength for his calmness at the ministry in the afternoon.


Harry walked into the main entrance of the Ministry of Magic that afternoon. He had had more sleep than he expected, after over-sleeping until twelve pm; so hopefully he would be able to stay calm when the reporters asked him annoying questions.

Quickly, he marched up to the reception desk, and cringed when he saw Amelia Saltlick at the desk, playing with her hair and nails again. Harry was actually quite surprised that she still had a job; after all, making up rumours in the ministry of magic was not the most advised thing to do.

"Excuse me, Amelia?" Harry prompted quietly to her.

She looked up at him with clearly mixed emotions on her face. She was obviously angry with Harry for getting her into trouble, but then, it was Harry Potter.

"Mr Potter," She said stonily, "What can I do for you?"

"I need to know where to go… Where to go for an interview with the Daily Prophet…" He stammered out.

Amelia looked up at him with almost glazed eyes. "Are you going to give an interview? Finally? After almost a month?!" She asked.

"I don't see that it's your business," Harry replied.

"Why, you told me that you killed him, didn't you?" She said happily. Harry found it quite remarkable that she didn't really seem to care for an instant that he had got her into trouble.

"Yes Amelia, I told YOU," Harry answered angrily, "But I didn't ask you to try and tell the whole world!"

"Well you got me into trouble!" She said, looking quite hurt by his comment.

"Well then you shouldn't have gone and told them, should you? I didn't ask you to!"

Amelia looked away, apparently finally annoyed at him. She sighed exasperatedly and turned to him and said "Level one," In a cold voice.

"Thank you," Harry replied patronizingly, and then left before she could comment any further.

He marched off to the lifts and stood in the first one that opened. When he walked in it was empty, but from the outside people seemed to realize it was him inside, and then ran to get in. When the gates closed there were at least six people in the lift including Harry. He turned his head towards the wall, but he could still feel the people staring at him.

"That's Harry Potter," People whispered to their colleagues. And not until they reached the first floor (which to Harry seemed to take a lot longer than it should) did they stop whispering.

But then, as Harry pushed past people to get out of the lift, the thing he least expected happened.

A man ran out of the lift after him and grabbed his arm. Instinctively, Harry whipped around and pulled his wand straight out of his robe, pointing it at the man's heart, grabbing the neck of his robes with his other hand. Lots of people stared, and Harry even heard one woman try to stifle a scream, but the man smiled apologetically and took Harry's hand off of his robes, and he shook it.

"Thank you Mr Potter," The man said, "You saved my family, you are truly a hero."

With that, the man walked away and entered a different lift to go to his floor. Harry was in such shock that his wand was still raised in the air, now pointing at nothing. He stared at the lift even after it had gone, unable to say anything. Was this what people were going to think of him from now on? As a hero? But he really wasn't, he'd had more help than he could ask for to kill Voldemort, and all the people that had helped him the most were now gone… Maybe he was a hero?

Slowly, Harry put his wand back into his robe and turned around again to carry on his short journey; all the while thinking about what that kind man had said.

Soon he found the office he was looking for and knocked on the door.

"Come in," Was called from the inside, and Harry proceeded through the door.

"Well, it's about time Johnson! I've been waiting for…" The man in the chair across the room stopped talking when he finally looked up. Apparently in a state of shock, he slowly stood up and held out his hand to shake Harry's. Harry took the man's hand and shook it vigorously until the man came back to the world.

"Mr Potter, a pleasure, it really is," The man said, sitting back down and indicating for Harry to do the same.

Harry sat down and nodded to the man. There was a plaque on his desk which read 'Andrew Finch, Head Editor and Reporter of the Daily Prophet'. Taking note of his name, Harry spoke for the first time.

"Mr Finch,"

"Call me Andrew, please, Mr Potter," Mr Finch cut in.

"Ok, Andrew," Harry continued. This was a lot harder than he thought it would be; but then, the man outside really had thrown him off his mark. "I thought I'd better, erm, give an interview…" He trailed off.

"Oh Mr Potter, it would be a delight, I shall interview you myself, if that is ok with you," Finch rushed out, clearly ecstatic.

"Yes, that's fine," Harry answered, "But," He started, "You're not using a quick notes quill, and I'm going to see what you write when we're done. And if what I read in the paper is the tiniest bit different to what I've said I'll sue you so you won't have a sickle left to stand on. Understand?" He finished, his mind now refocused on the point in hand.

Mr Finch spent no time considering these requests and nodded straight away, saying as he did so "Mr Potter, we would not want to get this article wrong in any way what so ever, surely you must understand that?"

Harry raised a sceptical eyebrow and slowly nodded.

"So, can we get on with it then?" Harry asked quietly.

"Yes Sir," Finch replied, "I'll just cancel my other appointments for this afternoon and we'll get underway."


A/N Hey sorry about the long update, (I know it didn't really take that long but it felt like it to me) I've been on a school holiday this week so I've been to parties and such so I didn't have time to finish the chapter. I have a cool idea for the next chapter but I don't know if it will work out so I'll have to see how that goes. But anyways please review and I'll update soon (as soon as I get my English coursework out of the way…) Thanks!