After holding her breath for what seemed like the longest time, Ginny's lungs expanded gratefully and she knew she had arrived at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.

Taking a deep breath, she glanced inside at the apparently inanimate dummy and whispered, "I'm here for an obstetrician appointment."

The dummy nodded so slightly that Ginny could barely see, and then she stepped through the doorway into the hospital. She checked herself in at the front desk and went into the waiting area until her name was called. As she passed the time, she picked up a magazine about the care and well-being of children. She looked up and watched a little girl, no bigger than four years old, gaze admiringly at her very pregnant mother. The little girl giggled and hugged her mother's growing stomach. Ginny remembered being that little, and wishing for her own mother to have another baby.

"Ginny Potter?" a Healer called.

Ginny stood up, grabbed her purse, and followed the Healer into a small room.

"Good morning, Mrs. Potter! We just need you to fill out these forms, and then we'll run the spells on you. All of the spells are completely safe; If you are pregnant, they won't do any damage to the baby. Okay?"

Ginny nodded, and then proceeded to sign the forms. She handed them back to the Healer. "Will it take very long? I have to go to my brother's wedding today."

"Not at all, Mrs. Potter. Lie down here for me."

Ginny laid down on the hospital bed, where the Healer gave her some sort of medicine to drink. The Healer waved her wand around Ginny's stomach, whispering certain enchantments that Ginny didn't recognize. It all took a total of five minutes.

"Right, then. I'll be back with the results."

The Healer exited the examination room and was back in a matter of ten minutes. She was smiling.

"Congratulations, Mrs. Potter! You're pregnant!"

Ginny felt the happy tears welling up in her eyes. "R-really?"

"Really," the Healer nodded. "I've got a few pamphlets here for you to take home and look over. They're all about the first baby. I'm assuming this is your first?" Ginny nodded through her tears. "Okay. We'll get you scheduled for the next few appointments, and then you're free to go. Oh, are you going to want to know what gender the baby is? It's not that developed yet, but you can decide now if you want to know."

"I think... I think I want it to be a surprise, but let me talk it over with my husband," Ginny said.

"Okay, that's fine. Let's set up those appointments now. They're just to check on how the baby's growing."

Harry was waiting in the lobby of St. Mungo's. He glanced at his watch every now and then, making sure that they had enough time to make it back to the Burrow for lunch with Hermione, Ron, and Luna.

"Harry!"

He looked up from his watch to see Ginny coming towards him, a radiant smile stretched across her face that was not unlike the one she had worn on their wedding day.

"Is it... Are we...?"

"Yes!" Ginny cried with happiness as she jumped into Harry's arms for a hug.

Harry began to cry, too. "Ginny, that's wonderful! I can't believe it... we're actually having a baby."

They were an emotional wreck, the two of them. People were staring, but they didn't care. They were caught up in the moment, overjoyed at the prospect of being parents.

They heard the pop that announced their arrival at the Burrow. As Harry moved to enter the house, Ginny grabbed his arm. "Harry, wait," she said.

"What is it?"

"I don't think we should tell them just yet. The wedding's today. Hermione and Ron have enough to deal with. I think that if they knew, they'd feel pressured. Trust me, I know," she added, for Harry was looking very confused. "Look," she went on, "How would you feel if, on our wedding day, Hermione and Ron showed up and announced that they were pregnant? Everyone would be so happy for them, and you would be, too, but it would take away form our special day. I want Ron and Hermione to have the spotlight right now. Besides," she continued, "It'll be more fun if we drag out the announcement."

Harry grinned. "Whatever you say, Mummy."

Ginny had to laugh. "Let's go, Daddy."