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Chapter Eleven: Letters

Hi Remus.

Thanks for the letter and what was that with calling yourself Moony? Don't take me wrong I quite like it...

Anyway, do you speak Spanish? Hmm, maybe you have learned what I never managed. I never quite understood the way they have their verbs, very confusing.

No, I haven't told Harry yet, first of all haven't I seen him in a couple of days, almost a week now. Secondly, I haven't exactly felt pregnant, I have been feeling nauseating, but not like I'm pregnant. So, I figure that I don't need to tell him that I'm pregnant because I would later have to tell him that the healer was wrong and that I'm not pregnant.

Today, Tuesday, was I at St Mungos for my first official check-up. And my healer, or midwife, was a quite surprise. It's Mary; Mary's going to be the first person who's going to be holding my baby in her arms, my check-up went fine though, nothing is wrong with my body. My meeting with Mary didn't go just as smoothly, I got the feeling that I insulted her. But don't know how though.

Did you know that the Quidditch World Cup is happening this August? I got a hold of a few tickets from an old family friend, and I spoke earlier today with Ron's father, Arthur Weasley about the possibility of us combining the whole shebang, you know. Obviously I told him that I was going to consider asking you if you wanted to join us. That is if you have developed a strange liking for the game over the past seventeen years. I would totally understand if you don't want to go.

Ron's dad was a rather nice person, never met him before though.

I like your owl... Hugin. I can't help but smile every time that I hear that name. Hugin and Munin.

I was just sitting and wondering on something... Have you heard anything from Sirius? For some reason I can't stop thinking about him some times.

I hope that everything goes alright down there in Spain. I hope that you know that you'll always have a bed here, somewhere to stay if needed to.

Hope to hear from you soon.

Love Jessica.

Hi Jessica

I didn't actually mean anything special about signing my last letter with Moony; I just assumed that it would make you smile... Which I was right about.

So you haven't told Harry yet? I think that I might know why you haven't. You did the same mistake that I did with him at first. I saw him as James and not Harry. And you think that he will react the same way that James would to the fact that you are Pregnant. And you know just as well as I probably do how James would react.

Speaking, or writing, of James. No, I haven't heard anything from Sirius, or even about him. There was in the Spanish papers a few weeks ago what had happened at Hogwarts. That the ministry had him and then lost him... well, we probably know exactly how that went.

So you met Mary? Huh, I haven't met her since she got married. I got an invitation and felt a little like it was my obligation to go. It was a quite nice ceremony. But anyway, it doesn't surprise me as much as one would have thought that she felt somehow offended by you. I mean, History shows that the two of you haven't exactly been the best of buds.

I don't think that I want to go to the Quidditch World Cup. I have been trying to stay away from big crowds, besides, you did mention in your last letter that I'm not exactly the biggest fan of Quidditch. So I hope that you won't mind if I skip this.

On the offer to say with you when I get back to England, I hope that I won't be in the way.

See you soon I hope. (At the pace this is going, I'm not so sure if I'll ever get back to England)

Moony

P.S no I don't speak Spanish... that much.

Hi Remus

Really, you don't speak that much Spanish? That's a shame.

And no!! You won't take up that much space at all. You remember my parent's house right, how big it is?

And now onto the more important stuff.

A few days ago I found a bunch of letters, a lot of them actually. They lay all neatly in a box up at the attic. I was up there with our house-elf Tilde looking for clothes for Harry to wear when he came. I took most of James old clothes, because thank Godric from mum who never throws anything out.

Anyway, I found this box pushed away in the corner. Like I said was it filled up with letters. Letters from James. I counted them later that same day and it's 215 letters which James have written since three months after I went into my coma, and to before he and Lily goes into hiding with baby Harry.

Did you have any idea about this? That James wrote 215 letters to me about his life? I find it hard to believe. I haven't read any of them yet, I don't think that I can.

Anyway, moving onto less depressing subjects, I think that you might be right about the whole haven't-told-Harry-about-my-baby,-which-will-be-his-cousin-thing. Harry looks so much like James, but I have to remember that Harry isn't James.

Thinking of Harry, at this moment he's sleep up in his new room. The same room as Pricilla used to sleep in when she stayed here. I came and picked him up from his other relatives yesterday. No surprise that they aren't exactly the best of relatives.

You should have seen him last night; he was staring at everything with big eyes. So much for him to take in. It reminded me strongly of the first time that you came over.

I'm not so sure how long he'll be sleeping today, he looked rather exhausted yesterday. But when he wakes up I'm going to tell him. Don't know how though.

Harry said that he have received two letters from Sirius, apparently he's alright, somewhere in Europe. I'm never going to have a normal life, am I? My Child is probably never going to know its father, and that makes me sad. And even more sad for Sirius's sake. And that leads to the fact that I have to tell Sirius about the fact that he's going to be a father, how the hell am I going to be able to tell him that? And still at the same time tell him not to get back to the country, tell him to think about his safety first, not about me and the baby. How am I going to do that? Tell me Remus; tell me how I'm going to do that because I don't know.

Geez, I need to stop before I start to cry, you know how red my face gets. It swells up and it can be seen for hours later that I have cried.

I think that Harry's waking up soon; I'm going to make him pancakes for breakfast. Isn't that a nice idea?

Hope to hear from you soon.

With love... Jessica.

Jessica viewed over the letter and read it though one more time before strapping it to Hugin's leg so that he could take it to Remus. She had no idea how he was going to react to the letter, but she felt good that she had spoken about her worries to someone. It didn't feel so good bottling all of them up inside of her.

After Hugin had flown away she returned back into the kitchen. She had already made the pancakes this morning; she had woken up early and had nothing to do. So she had made the pancakes before writing the letter to Remus.

The morning had gone very slow. She had woken up and have since just been waiting for Harry to get up, which she didn't have to wait for anymore, because when she turned toward the staircase to the second floor, he was standing there.

"Hi." Harry said.

"Morning." Jessica responded smiling. "Hungry?"

"Yes." He answered and sat down by on the chair by the kitchen island where Jessica put out a plate.

"Great." Jessica still smiled as she heated up the pancakes with a wave of her wand and put up some on his plate. "How was your sleep?" She asked as she summoned the syrup, which came flying to her grasp.

"Great," Harry answered and started to plate. "I don't think that I have ever slept so comfortable in my life."

"That is because the sheets are made of Egyptian cotton," Jessica answered. "The closest as I have ever come to Egypt."

"Ron and his family was there visiting his older brother last summer." He told her.

"Oh really?" Jessica said sounding interested. "I have always wanted to go there, but my dad doesn't like Egypt. He said that once are enough, 'nothing but sand and dirt!' he'd say. He has been everywhere else in the world, but still chooses not to go to Egypt, not even for me."

"Doesn't sound so very nice." Harry responded.

"No, don't misunderstand me, my dad, your grandfather, was one of the best people I will ever get to know." Jessica said. "I think that you would have liked him. And I know for sure that he would have liked you."

Harry nodded as he swallowed. "You were close to your dad?"

"Oh yeah, we were close." Jessica laughed a little as she remembered. "We used to have all kinds of interesting conversations. Like James used to say; I'm a little daddy's girl. He was a little of a mama's boy though."

Talking about these memories, about her parents felt both good and bad. The bad thing was that she knew how disappointed her parents would be with her. And when she was thinking of that she got reminded what she needed to tell Harry.

"Harry..." She started but then hesitated.

"That's me." Harry responded just to fill out the silence.

"I do hope so." Jessica muttered and the raised her voice to continue. "When two people like each other quite a lot."

"Like you and Sirius?" Harry filled in.

Jessica was caught in surprise by what Harry had just said. Maybe he already knew and she didn't have to tell him. Great! Only she was pretty certain that he didn't know.

"Yeah," she said after the brief surprise had faded. "Like me and Sirius, or James and Lily, your parents, for instance. Anyway, what I'm trying to tell you is... that... I'm..."

Looking up at Harry and seeing his big curious green eyes was a little painful, but also a reminded that Harry wasn't James, because James would have big brown eyes, not green, green was Lily's colour.

"I'm pregnant." She spoke the words she had heard herself saying a million times in her head. And to a bit of her surprise the green eyes turned in front of her turned into surprise not disappointment or anger, just simple surprise.

"Oh." Harry said. Thinking to himself that it was good he hadn't taken that last bite of the pancakes, otherwise they would have fallen out of his mouth. "Great." He said the first word that came to his mind.

"Great?" Jessica repeated. He said great? How could he say great?

"I mean, good... I think." He blurted out. "I'm sorry; it's just that I don't know what to say. No one has ever told me that they are pregnant, I hope that no one will ever struggle tell me that again until I'm married."

"No, I just..." She started but the interrupted herself. "You think that it is a good thing?"

"Yeah, you have lost almost everyone in your family, also the most people you consider family. And now you have the chance of rebuilding your family, starting with your baby." Harry explained his view on the whole thing.

"I haven't thought of it that way." She said.

Jessica had stopped doubting that she was pregnant, especially now when she was starting to show. She had woken up one day and seen in the mirror that a small bump was showing on her stomach. If she were to be honest it scared her, not even now had she been able to cast away that feeling.

"Sirius's the father, isn't he?" Harry asked.

"Yeah."

"He doesn't know, does he?" He continued.

"No, he doesn't." She responded averting her eyes away from him. "But I will tell him though, in time."

"Okay." Harry responded to that.

Jessica still felt that surprise over how easy and good Harry had taken the news. It felt good that he had taken it in a good way.

"What do you wanna do today?" Jessica asked.

"I don't know, what is there to do?" he was actually curious to see more of the house and the surroundings.

"I thought that we could go outside and take a walk." Jessica suggested. "It's sunny outside and there's so much for you to see."

"Great, sounds like a great idea." Harry said enthusiastically. "By the way, Jessica, what happened to the clothes I wore yesterday? I couldn't find them this morning."

"That's because I told Tilde to throw them out." Jessica explained. "I couldn't have you wearing those anymore."

"Okay."

The outer surroundings of the house was surrounded by forest but before the forest came was there some enclosed pasture-land, a big garden which once was filled with all kinds of beautiful flower arrangements, the small greenhouse and not to forget the patio with the pool and outdoors eating area.

"Once upon a time we had both a gazebo and a pool-house." Jessica told Harry.

"What happened to them?" Harry asked full of curiosity.

"I honestly don't know what happened to the pool-house, but the gazebo was torn down and both James and I used the pieces to build the tree house." She explained. "It was the summer before we started Hogwarts; we decided that this was a place we would always have together. But then when we were thirteen he threw me out. He had officially made it the secret marauder clubhouse."

"It can't have been so secret if it was so visible." Harry said, stating the quite obvious.

"That's what I said too." She continued. "But he ignored me."

The tree house was red painted and very visible from where it was hung up between two of the trees at the near trees in the back yard. It did once have its beauty, but that faded with the years. Now it looked old and torn.

"When I grew up we had horses as well." Jessica continued as they were looking out over the enclosed pasture-land and the old stable at the side of it. "Three horses did we have, both James and I grew up knowing how to ride a horse."

"Really? What kinds of horses?" Harry asked, remembering that he had read about the different verities of horses in the magical world.

"Not Pegasus horses if that's what you think." She paused for a moment. "Just ordinary horses, they are different from the muggle kind since they respond to talk and not sound. You see that hill beyond the last Pasture-land?"

Harry looked over where Jessica pointed and exactly like she said was there a hill, nothing but grass was growing on it. "Yeah." He nodded.

"It's called Violet Hill." Jessica told him. "Nothing has ever grown on the hill, only grass, James and I used to use different suitable objects to slide down that hill on the winters, it's so perfect for that. Do you see the apple trees on the ground to its left?" she now pointed toward the trees next to the hill.

"Yeah." Harry responded.

"Those apple trees just started growing out of nowhere according to dad." Jessica told him. "Mum have tried so many times to grow an apple tree in our actual yard, closer to the house, but have failed every time. But the apples over there are so tasty, mum make a wonderful apple-pie when the apples are in season. I can't remember the recipe, but if I find it somewhere among all the other recipes mum have somewhere in the kitchen. I'm going to try it on."

"Sounds good." Harry said.

The most of the day continued with Jessica telling Harry stories about the house and her and James's childhood. Harry liked that Jessica spoke so open about it; he had always wanted that somebody told him more about his parents, but it also bothered him how easy she could talk about these memories.

"Isn't it hard for you... to talk about all of these memories?" Harry asked, they had just eaten lunch outside by the patio.

"It's..." Jessica wanted to answer complicated, but Harry needed an answer, or correctly she needed an answer, because she weren't so sure of why herself. "I don't know... it feels that they'll fade away if I'm not talking about them... that they aren't real."

"Oh." Harry said, it wasn't quite the answer that he had expected, but that didn't matter, as long it was the truth. "Have you thought of a name yet?" He asked her after a bit of silence.

She looked at him strangely, what had brought that on? "What?"

"For the baby I mean, have you thought of a name?" Harry explained.

"Um... Not really." She answered truthfully. She hadn't thought about a name, she hadn't ever wondered what the sex of the baby might be.

"Harry is a good name." Harry joked with a laugh.

"No, I don't think that I'll name it that." Jessica answered. "James and I always had this thing... When we were about the age of six we made a pact to name our children after our parents. The first one to have a son would name him Henry."

"But my name's not Henry..." Harry pointed out.

"But Harry is a pet name of Henry." Jessica responded. "Which probably have something to do with the fact that James never really liked the name Henry, he thought it sounded too poncy."

"Oh." Harry said, taking the fact in. "I like the name Henry." He paused for a bit before he continued. "So if you are having a girl, you're naming her after your mother?"

"That's right." Jessica smiled. "If it's a girl her name will be Lorelai Potter."

"Lorelai, that's an unusual name." Harry said, he had never heard that name before.

"It's a different version of the German name Lorelei." Jessica told him. "Mum's family actually comes from Germany; she grew up there and went to the German school of Magic."

"That I didn't know."

"No, you probably didn't. Mum still lived in Germany during the Second World War; her family comes from the so called 'bad side' of Germany." Jessica told him, this was something she had been told many times and knew by heart.

"So the World Wars also affected the wizarding world?"

"Oh yes, in way you cannot imagine." Jessica nodded and sat up straight, getting a bit excited, she loved to teach other people, share her views with them. "Hitler was obviously a muggle himself and unknowing of the magical world, but he was protected by magical people who thought he was doing the right thing. The first cause to why we started 'war' with each other was because we had a national discussion about what we were supposed to do, or could do, with the muggles inevitable upcoming war. And that was when the good bonds between the European magical communities broke. We had never really had any real problems before this, but during and after we have been split in several different pieces..." Jessica had been so up in her telling that she forgot that perhaps Harry was bored by hearing all this, it was summer vacation after all.

"I'm boring you aren't I?" Jessica asked.

"No..." Harry lied. "It's interesting to hear."

"You are soon fourteen years old. You really don't want to hear this." Jessica continued. "I find History very interesting, especially when you understand it. Dad was the one why encouraged me into taking History to my N.E.W.T's level, and it is then that it's getting quite excited to study..." She stopped talking realizing that she was starting to rant again.

"Sorry." She apologized. "Let's talk about something interesting instead. Its three weeks left until your birthday, what do you want to do?"

"I don't know, its three weeks left." Harry said. "I have never really done anything on my birthday before..."

"Well, its three weeks left and you get to decide what to eat, anything in the world." Jessica smiled.

"Really? Well I have always wanted to try sushi." Harry said. "What is sushi exactly?" He had heard the name many times, but never quite known what it is.

"It's raw fish." Jessica answered with a grimace of slight disgust. "I ate it once in Japan and I threw up."

"Hmm, raw fish you say?" Harry said. "Let's skip the sushi then..."

Jessica laughed at the comment and they continued to talk.

A/N; I'm sorry that I haven't updated in a while, but I'm quite busy with school. I hope that you like the chapter and review... Big thanks to the people who reviewed the last chapter. Thanks.

When it comes to Jessica's baby and the sex of the baby, I haven't decided whether it's going to be a boy or a girl. I have a "Jessica-character" at "The Sims 2", and I'm intending to get her pregnant and see what it'll be... But I have actually tried to get her pregnant six times now... but she's still not pregnant... Stupid Sim!!

Anyway, what do you hope for it to be...? Please tell me. And if you haven't voted on my poll yet, please do.

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