Mum reached out to hug Sophia, but she was already running through the room to the bathroom. Right before the door shut we could all hear the distinct sound of Sophia throwing up.

I waved off everyone's questions, collapsing on the sofa next to Charlie. "She's been getting sick for the past three days. She refuses to let me take her to St. Mungo's though."

"George, did you ever think she's—"

I glared at Fred. "Don't say pregnant," I warned lowly. "She's taken twenty muggle pregnancy tests, and ten magic pregnancy tests. Every one of them came back negative, and we were careful. If you so much as mention a baby and she starts crying, I will punch you. Do you understand?"

Charlie nudged my shoulder. "Easy there, George."

"Just no talk about babies, okay?"

Mum nodded her head. "No one will mention a thing while you two are here."

She asked a few questions about our trip, but with the looks Charlie and Fred were giving me I had a hard time not slapping them both on the back of their heads. Dad just shook his head at them, turning his attention to the newspaper he was reading.

Sophia came back into the room and Mum gave her a hug. "How was the trip, dear?"

She smiled. "It was great. Ireland is absolutely breathtaking." She came over to me, and I gently pulled her onto my lap.

"One more time and we're going to St. Mungo's," I whispered in her ear when Mum rushed to get us something to drink.

Charlie overheard, frowning at the two of us. "It's probably just a stomach bug," he assured.

She waved to him offhandedly. "Why can't you be like that?" she muttered.

"Because you can't keep any food down, you're fever only just broke an hour ago, and you cannot sleep at all. Something is wrong, Sophia," I said stubbornly.

She moved off of my lap to my other side, shrugging my arm off when I tried to pull her closer to me.

I closed my eyes to resist the urge to roll them and Mum was handing her a glass of water once I opened them.

"Thank you," she said quietly.

Mum waved her off. "So how long have you two been back?"

"We got home sometime last night," I answered. "There was some trouble with the portkey, but we—"

"Excuse me," Sophia mumbled. She rushed from the room and the bathroom door slammed shut behind her.

"But we were able to get it fixed before it was too late," I finished. "I checked with Kingsley and he said some of the portkeys haven't been working properly. They're looking into it."

Dad nodded. "A few of the charms were switched, I heard."

I stood when Sophia came into the room, blushing like mad. "Come on."

She glared. "I'm not going to St. Mungo's, George. I am fine."

"You're not fine, Sophia!" I yelled suddenly.

"George," Mum reproached.

"No. You're going to St. Mungo's, Sophia. Stop acting like a child."

Her hands clenched into fists at her sides. "I am not going."

"Fine. You're the one who is suffering." I turned, getting ready to go into the fireplace.

"George, stop." Mum reached out, pulling me back. "There's a reason Sophia doesn't want to go to St. Mungo's. She knows there's something wrong with her, don't you, dear?"

Sophia nodded after a few moments of tense silence.

"Then what's going on?" I demanded.

She sighed, looking anywhere but my eyes. "They almost killed me last time I was there," she mumbled. "How do I know this time will be any different?"

I frowned. That's what was bothering her? I walked to where she was standing and pulled her into my arms. "I promise you that will never happen again," I whispered in her ear. "You are sick though, darling. Charlie's probably right; you probably just got a stomach bug. But if you're going to get better, we need to make sure."

"You're right."

I gave her a kiss. "I'm sorry for yelling at you. You worry me when you're sick though."

"I'm sorry for not telling you what was wrong."

We lay curled up in our bed, watching TV after getting home from the hospital. George kissed my lips and slipped from my hold. He tucked the blankets back around me. "I'm going to go make us dinner. Is there anything you're craving?"

I shook my head. "But some soup does sound really nice…"

He chuckled. "Okay. I'll see what we have."

"There's some vegetable soup in the freezer...and a loaf of sourdough bread in the pantry…"

"You plan things way too far in advance," he mumbled. He leaned over me, brushing his lips against mine a second time. "I never thought that'd be a turn on."

I laughed and pushed at his chest. I turned my head away from him. "You're not getting anything tonight. I still feel horrid."

He smirked. "Worth a try, darling."

I rolled my eyes and dramatically turned my attention back to the show playing.

Ten minutes later he came back, carrying a tray with our dinner balancing on it. I saw that he had brought the whole loaf of bread.

A grin appeared on my face. "Oh, you know me so well, George Weasley."

"You better share with me," he teased.

I held the tray on my lap as he slipped into bed with me.

"George!" I called.

"Yeah, darling?" He stuck his head out of the shower when I came into the bathroom. "What's wrong?"

I held up the letter. "Your sister said she needs some help. She asked me to come to Hogwarts as soon as I could. I'm going to floo there. I'll be back in a little bit, okay?"

He grimaced. "Send a patronus when you get there so I know you're safe."

I kissed his lips. "I will."

A few minutes later, I glanced around the room, confused as to where I was until Professor McGonagall stood up. "Sophia? What are you doing here?"

Ah, the professors common room.

"Ginny said she needed help," I said, smiling at the other professors. "Is she hurt?"

"Not that I know of. She should be in the Great Hall with the others eating supper still. I trust you know the way?"

I nodded. "Yes. Thank you, Professor."

She smiled. "I believe its Minerva now, Mrs. Weasley."

I glanced at the two rings on my left hand and grinned. "I don't think I'll ever get used to hearing that." I turned towards the door. "Will I be able to use the fireplace when I'm done?"

She nodded. "Whenever you need to."

I walked as quickly as I could to the Great Hall. On the way I sent a patronus to George, smiling as the lamb danced around me before running off. The huge doors were already open, and the room was filled with students eating, talking, and laughing. Some even had books opened as they attempted to study in the loud room.

I spotted Ginny sitting with Hermoine and some of their friends at the far end of the table.

Remus caught my eye from where he sat with other professors.

I didn't stop to explain to him.

Ginny looked up when I got closer to her. "Sophia! You came!"

"I just got your letter. Is everything alright?"

"I need to talk to you," she said quietly. "Please?"

I reached out, taking her hand as she stood up. "Come on. I'll find us a quiet spot to talk." I walked us over to Remus who was speaking to Hagrid. "Remus, can we use your office for a little? We need somewhere private to talk."

He nodded. "Of course. Is everything alright?" He glanced at Ginny before looking back to me.

I squeezed her hand at the frantic spark in her eyes. "I'm sure everything is fine. Ginny, you know how to get to his office, right?"

"Yes," she assured.

We left the room, walking down the corridors in silence until we arrived at the Defense of the Dark Arts classroom. I let us in and continued through the room to Remus' office. I noticed, with great relief, that he didn't have any paintings in the room.

I made her sit when I noticed she was shaking. "Ginny, what's wrong?" I asked.

She stifled back her tears. "I think I'm pregnant," she admitted.

At least she didn't waste time telling me, I thought sadly.

"You think you are?"

She nodded her head. "Harry and I got carried away during a Hogsmeade visit a few months ago. We were careful, but my period is two months late and I just feel awful."

It took all my restraint to not let my eyes widen. Two months late and she waited this long to say something? "Ginny, have you told anyone?"

"No," she whispered. "Harry's tracking down Deatheaters. Mum and Dad would kill me, and my brothers would kill Harry. I don't talk to Fleur much and, as much as she's my best friend, Hermoine wouldn't understand. I'm afraid she'd say I made a mistake and ruined my life, and I just don't want to hear that from anyone especially now."

I pulled her into my arms as she began to sob. "Okay, it's okay, Gin. I understand." In the five months I had known Ginny, I had never seen her cry. Not once. Now she was crying so hard she was sucking in rocky breaths. I carefully sat down on the floor and let her soak my shirt with her tears.

"It's going to be okay, Ginny," I whispered. "I promise."

The next time I looked at the clock, I realized we had been in here for over an hour. There was a small knock on the door, but Ginny didn't hear it. She was still crying.

"You can come in, Remus," I said quietly.

He grimaced when he saw her. "Is there anything I can do?"

"I really need a note from Molly or Arthur giving me permission to take Ginny out of class for a couple of days," I told him.

He nodded and grabbed the box of tissues from his desk. He handed it to me before shutting the door behind himself.

I took a deep breath, stroking Ginny's hair back so it was out of her wet face. "You know I'm going to have to tell George, honey," I murmured.

She shuddered, but nodded. "He's going to be so mad at me. They all are."

And so a new round of sobbing ensued.

I held her tight, ignoring the fact that the flooring in the room was absolutely freezing. "You might not be pregnant, Ginny. I miss my period sometimes, too. Stress does it easily."

I'm not sure if she heard me though. She didn't give me any indication that she did, so I simply sighed.

A few minutes later there was another knock on the door and then Remus came back into the room.

He handed me the letter, and carefully helped Ginny up. I got to my feet and my breath was knocked out of me as Ginny threw her arms back around me. She continued her crying, and I realized just how much this had been weighing on her. I sighed, hugging her tight.

"Ginny, do you need anything from the dormitory?" I asked her.

She shook her head weakly.

"Are the students in class now?"

"Yes," Remus answered. "You have plenty of time to get that to McGonagall before anyone should be in the halls again."

"Okay. That's good." I pulled back slightly and wiped away some of her tears with my thumbs. "Gin, we're going to go to McGonagall's office, so I can give her this letter. We'll floo back to my house and we'll work things out there, alright?"

She nodded, sniffling. "Mum?"

I resisted the urge to frown. "You don't worry about your parents. I'll talk to them after we get you settled in." I gave Remus a quick hug, thanking him for letting us use his office, before walking to our next room.

It took us ten minutes to discuss things with McGonagall, get the release paper signed, and get home.

"Is that you, darling?" George's voice called out. "I was thinking we could go out for dinner tonight. Tomorrow we have to go for Sunday dinner at Mum's, so we should spend the night alon—" He froze as he came into the room.

Ginny was back to crying in my arms the moment we stepped from the flames.

"What happened?" he demanded.

"We'll tell you in a minute," I said, pushing past him. "Go make sure the guest room is set up. Ginny's staying for a day or two, love." I walked up the stairs with her towards the master bathroom.

Her eyes widened when she saw the drawer containing muggle pregnancy tests.

"Your brother and I had a scare the other day after the honeymoon. I don't suppose your Mum ever told you how these work?"

She shook her head.

I pulled three of them out, and started explaining as I opened them. I gave her a tight hug before moving to the doorway. "And, Ginny?"

She looked up, her bloodshot eyes meeting mine.

"No matter what happens, you are not alone, honey. George and I will help you with everything." I closed the door behind me when she nodded. I found George in the guest room down the hall.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at me with a grimace. "Please don't tell me she's pregnant," he whispered.

I sat on his lap, straddling him as I took his face in my hands. "I don't know if she is, but she might be," I admitted.

"Does Mum know?"

"No. Remus went over there and got me permission to take Ginny out of school for a couple of days, but she doesn't know why."

"So Remus knows?"

I shrugged. "I think he does. There are not many reasons a teenage girl would cry like that." I let my head rest against his shoulder. "I thought she needed help with homework or something, George."

He sighed and wrapped his arms around me. "I'm just happy she went to you for help instead of trying to work things out on her own."

We sat like that until Ginny was standing in the doorway. "Two were negative and one was positive," she whispered.

I slid off George's lap and took her hand, pulling her towards the bed. I pulled off her shoes and George helped her slip under the covers. "Muggle pregnancy tests aren't as accurate as a person would hope," I explained quietly. "I'll make an appointment at St. Mungo's for tomorrow, okay? You'll know for sure after that, honey."

She nodded, wiping futilely at the tears skimming down her cheeks. She turned into George's chest when he hugged her.

"I'll be back in a few minutes," I told them. I left the room, running down the staircase and towards the fireplace. The next time I opened my eyes I was standing in the Weasley's living room.

Molly was pacing the room nervously. She looked up, meeting my gaze. "Is she okay?"

"Yes, she's fine," I promised.

She nodded curtly. "She asked you for help?"

"She sent me a letter asking me to come to Hogwarts to help her, yes."

"And you went as soon as you received it?"

"Yes," I whispered.

She nodded again. "Thank you. You don't know how happy I am to know that she knows she can trust you when she doesn't feel comfortable asking me or Arthur for help."

My heart broke a little at her words. "Oh, Molly, she—"

She waved me off with a half-smile. "I didn't mean it in a bad way, Sophia. I was being truthful. Ginny needs someone she can talk to. Hermoine was always so close to Ron and Harry, and I know Ginny didn't feel comfortable telling her personal things." She gave me a hug. "Will you three be coming to dinner tomorrow night?"

"We should be." I glanced at the stairs. "Molly, could you help me pack an overnight back for her? I didn't want her to have to walk all over the castle before we left. She wanted to be out of there as soon as possible, so we didn't get any clothes for her."

"Of course."

I followed her up the staircase to Ginny's bedroom. Together we managed to pack a bag for the girl and I found myself giving Molly another hug. "I wish I could tell you right now what's going on, Molly," I told her. "Tomorrow you will know though. She just needs to get some sleep or else I would have brought her here to talk to you."

She squeezed my free hand. "Sophia, I know you'll take great care of her, and yes, I am worried about what's going on, but I know that you're helping her so she's in good hands."

"What if I am?" Ginny whispered suddenly.

I looked at her as I took another bite out of the Chinese food carton George was offering me. "Then you have choices, Gin," I reminded her. "You aren't forced to carry the baby. You can have an abortion."

Her nose wrinkled. "No. I won't do that."

I let out a breath I had been holding. "Oh thank goodness. I don't believe it's right, but I wasn't sure if you thought the same." I took a sip of my wine, setting it down on the coffee table next to me. George shifted slightly and had to fix the blanket that was covering my legs on his lap. "Well then you have to choices. You can raise the baby yourself or you can put the baby up for adoption."

She shook her head. "Harry wouldn't agree to that."

I frowned. "Ginny, it's Harry's decision as much as it's yours, but you cannot base your decision off of what he wants. Does that make any sense?"

"Yeah, it does."

The three of us fell into silence and turned back to the episode of Friends that was on. George handed me his beer to try after a few minutes. I eyed it wearily. "You know I don't like beer," I muttered.

He insisted on it. "I think you might like this one. It reminds me of that wine we had in Ireland."

"The one we drank with that pasta dish we made?"

He nodded, and so I gave it a try. My face scrunched up and he chuckled. "Don't like it?"

"Too barley-like." I took a long drag from my wine glass.

He chuckled and grabbed his beer back from me. "Worth a try, I suppose."

I mimicked him and he grabbed me before standing up and throwing me onto the other sofa. He stuck his tongue out.

"I'll remember that."

He grinned, winking at me as Ginny got up to fill her glass back up. "I hope you will," he whispered.

I threw a pillow at him. "How can you talk so dirty with your little sister here?" I hissed.

"She's in the other room," he reminded me.

Before I could respond she was back. She settled into the recliner.

I wrapped my arms around George's shoulders. He glanced up at me from his spot at the table. "Everything good?"

"Yes," I murmured, kissing him.

Arthur stood up and pulled me into a hug. "Thank you for being there for her," he whispered.

I smiled at him. "She wanted to talk to you when you had a moment."

He nodded and turned to walk up the stairs where Molly and Ginny were sitting in the young girl's bedroom.

George kissed my cheek as he pulled me to sit on his lap. "How'd Mum take it?"

I squeezed his hand and began eating his spaghetti. "Everything is fine," I told him.

Fleur smiled at the two of us when I took a bite of George's garlic bread. "You two are parfait."

George glanced at me for insight, but I giggled. "If you knew, then I'd give you back your food," I teased.