All night thoughts of how he would do it, go through a year without holding her close every night. A year of treating her like his other students, and nothing more. Nevertheless he was thinking this than an owl came the next morning at breakfast. It was from Minerva;

Dear Professor Potter,

I know about your love for Ms. Weasley. And I can only assume that you are worried about this coming year, having her as a student. I, however came up with a plan so you two can spend time with each other. On Hogsmeade visits, you may go into Hogsmeade together and spend it together. There no student can say anything. I've also arranged it where Ms. Weasley may come to your office after night hours, only on weekends. Where you two may do as you please – but do remember your dignity Harry. We don't want anything to happen that causes the students to find out about you two.

I'll see you in three days time, until then, best wishes, and stay safe. See you, Severus, and Remus upon your return to Hogwarts.

Minerva McGonagall

Head Mistress Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizarding

"Harry dear who's it from?" asked Mrs. Weasley at the breakfast table.

"Oh, ya right this, it's from Minerva. You may read it if you wish to." Handing Mrs. Weasley the parchment from which he read four times over. Mrs. Weasley took the letter from Harry, and read it to herself. Her cheerful face turned stony after finishing it. She then thrust the letter at Mr. Weasley. Who turned stony also.

"Harry may we talk in private?" Mr. Weasley asked Harry after reading the letter.

"Of course, if you'd please excuse us." nodding down to everyone else who was at the table, and following Mr. Weasley out to the yard. The morning was as clear as ever. The sun just starting to peak over the horizon, the dew starting to fade away.

"Harry, about this letter…"

"Mr. Weasley you know we won't do anything. We both respect each other more than that. You don't have to worry."

"I know, it's just Minerva makes a good point at mentioning it, to enforce the idea that you shouldn't."

"Mr. Weasley you should know that I would never even think of doing anything. At Hogwarts I'm a professional, and in the given times by Minerva, I'm not going to abuse that privilege."

"I know Harry, however I also remember being eighteen, and in love. I just have to make sure, Molly and I are just worried that something will happen. Here in the Wizarding world, at your age, when you find love, you start a family. But it's mine and Molly's job to make sure that doesn't happen yet. Ginny's still in school Harry, and until she's seventeen, it's our job to watch over her. You do understand don't you Harry?"

"Yes I understand Mr. Weasley. We both discussed this last night, briefly. We want to start a family when the times right, and now's not the time. We both understand that, and we won't do anything the other isn't ready for." Slightly embarrassed about talking to Mr. Weasley about his and Ginny's love life Harry's ears began to turn red, his face feeling hot.

"I'm sorry Harry, we should both know you two wouldn't do anything. It's just it's a very serious matter, and were just concerned. I can only assume that you will live here. It's a perfect house for a family, and you two would do well to stay here."

Harry looking into Mr. Weasley's solemn face saw a tear run down his cheek. "Mr. Weasley we will stay here, your right it's a perfect house for a large family. And if perchance we do anything, if something happens we will tell you. Nothings more important than family, and trust. And if you can't trust your family, who can you trust?"

"Very wise Harry. Wait a large family?"

"Yes a large family, to add to the one we already have. I've never wanted anything other than a family. And I've got one, and it'll grow."

"Well Harry, I'm completely sure that if anything does happen we will be notified, and I think we should go back inside to finish eating. What do you think?"

"I completely agree, and thank you for trusting us Mr. Weasley, it means quite a bit to me." Making their way back into the kitchen, which everyone was still seated at. Different conversations were strewn across the long wooden table.

"There you two are, sit down and finish eating. Come on now. Sit! Eat!" Mrs. Weasley was obviously bothered by the letter from Minerva.

Taking his seat at the table next to Ginny, Harry continued to eat. Not looking at Ron across him, who was looking completely angry at Harry. Did Ron see the letter? Did he hear them talking outside? Had Mrs. Weasley said something to them all? Finishing his food, Harry stood up, and left the kitchen.

He was almost to his bedroom door when Ron called out after him, "Harry! Where are you going? Come on mate, I just wanna talk!"

"Ya sure, or do you want to yell at me. I've had enough of this trusting me thing, no one seems to. I'm sick of it, in three days I'm leaving and going back to Hogwarts, where no one can tell me what I can and cannot do."

"What are you talking about Harry? Oh your talking about the letter aren't you?"

"Like you even have to ask, you already know what it was about!"

"Harry, listen for a second here, okay, yes I know about the letter, but only because I……I told McGonagall that I wished for you and Ginny to get alone time. That part had to do with, my wish, she was gonna make you two act like you didn't love each other. What ever else was in that letter I have no clue, I just told her you two needed time together."

"Really? Here read it for yourself then. Your dad, had to talk to me to make sure I wouldn't do anything that I shouldn't, as if I would, why would I hurt Ginny? I love her, and no one has faith to see that I would never hurt her, ever."

Taking the letter from Harry, Ron read it, his face turned as though even McGonagall didn't trust them. "Hey, I had nothing to did with the lack of trust thing mate. I know you two wouldn't do anything of the sort. Did you and dad at least work it out where he trusts you?"

"Ya, but it took some time. As if I was some random guy that he'd never met, he didn't trust me."

"Blimy, Harry do you want me to talk to him? He can be stubborn sometimes."

"No its okay, I can handle it myself, but thanks, really."

"Alright mate. So are you going to do anything?" Taking a side step away from Harry encase he decided to swing at him.

"What? No why would I? Well I mean that if it happens, it happens, but it only will if were ready for it to."

"Are you ready?" Being brave to step toward Harry again, and trying to keep his voice down.

"I don't know really. I mean I'd like it to, but I'm not sure I'm completely ready, ya know?"

"Ya I think I do. But if you are ready, just do it. Mum and dad just want to make sure that she'll be safe. You know that they'd love it if you two had a kid. And even I'd be alright with it."

"Thanks Ron, it means a lot, I'm still not sure if this will be the last I hear of this though. It seems like a touchy subject with everyone."

Before Ron could answer they heard voices coming up the hall. Sure enough Hermione and Ginny were coming towards them. "Hello Ron, Harry." said Hermione, who also stopped talking.

"Hello, anything we can help with? You two are usually the last to leave the kitchen." asked Ron.

"Oh well actually we wanted to talk to Harry. Everyone knows about the letter, Sirius read it over your shoulder and told us all."

"Well I'm glad I can trust him not to say anything. So what part of it do you want to talk about? And yes Ron's staying for this conversation." Seeing Hermione's look.

"Ginny really you should say, it involves you two more than Ron and I." Hermione shot Ginny a harsh look saying that she should say something.

"I just I'm confused. Mum and dad seem a bit edgy about the letter. And I can't seem to figure out why, they know they can trust us. I just wanted your opinion too, Harry."

"They definitely are edgy about that letter, trust me uncomfortable conversations with your dad. I just think that their trying to protect you like Ron did these last few years." Shooting Ron a definitive look. "However their going about it all wrong, I mean neither of us would…"

But Ginny broke him off. "Harry I hate to interrupt you but I think I know something that you don't. And that maybe mum and dad know also." Now Ginny was scaring him, what was it?

"What, you can tell me. I'm here for you, you know that."

"Let's go into the room, they might be able to hear us in the hall." And all four of them walked briskly into Harry and Ginny's room, closing the door behind them. "Harry I think that I'm… I think that I'm pregnant."

Completely befuddled, Harry's jaw dropped and he just stared at Ginny as if she just said something insulting. "Are you sure? How do you know?"

"I think I'm pretty sure Harry. Hermione agrees also, don't you Mione?"

"Ya I do, my aunt got pregnant when I was six, and it seems to me that Ginny really is pregnant Harry."

"Wow! I don't really don't know what to say, I'd say congratulations but I'm pretty sure I'm the father, so that wouldn't make sense."

"Oh Harry!" Ginny threw herself at Harry, and embraced him into a back breaking hug. "What are we going to do though. Eventually someone will have guessed it. I mean it won't be easy to hide that little fact, would it? Everyone will know by Christmas. Mum and dad will be furious."

"They only thing I can think of is to actually tell them before I leave. I just got done telling your dad that if something did happen he can trust us to tell them. And maybe there's a charm we can use so no one will notice a difference. I could check the office before I leave, someone will know what to do."

"I agree that we should tell them, and only them. Oh and maybe your parents. They'd want to know wouldn't they? Ron you haven't said anything are you alright?"

"What? Oh, ya just a little shocked that's all. I'm gonna be an uncle before I'm even married, and it's gonna be my best mate's and my little sisters baby. But I'm okay."

"Ron, don't think like that, you should be happy for them. I am." Hermione was staring at Ron as if in her mind she was strangling him.

"I am happy Mione, just shocked. Really shocked. Someone's coming." Now everyone was alert, listening to the stairs creaking. Then they all jumped as someone knocked on the door, to come in.

"Come in." Harry said definitively. And Mr. Weasley walked over the door frame, into the room. His eyes drooping, his dress-robes half over his pajamas half off.

"Hello guys, I just wanted to talk to you. Why does everyone look so stony faced? What happened?"

"Well I think we'll just go now, Ron come on." said Hermione pulling Ron out the door in which Mr. Weasley just came.

"Mr. Weasley would you mind getting Molly, and my parents, and bring them back up here?"

"Okay, alright Harry, sure I'll be back soon." Mr. Weasley backed out of the room, and headed down the hall, obviously confused.

"Harry what are we gonna do? They'll flip. Mum will be so angry she may not talk to us for days, maybe even weeks. I'm worried on how they'll take it Harry. What if they disown us? What if they tell us we were irresponsible and that they don't trust us?"

"Ginny don't worry. Sure I'm scared too, but they'll be glad that we told them. That we're asking their advice. That we're telling them fully knowing what will happen. Knowing that it's not easy to tell your parents that your expecting a baby. They'll be more accepting than you think, I hope." Just after saying this Lily and James floated through the wall into the room, after them the door opened. In came Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. All of them looked perplexed, but they sat down and waited for the news.

"Mum, dad, Lily, James, Harry and I have something to tell you. Something very important, but please don't flip out, until we're done." Harry could sense that Ginny was searching for words, so he continued on with the news.

"There's not an easy way to say this but we're gonna have too. Ginny and I are expecting a baby." Looking around to see if he should continue, once satisfied that no one would speak he went on. "We know that the timing really isn't right, and that this is very unexpected. But we wanted you to know, we wanted our families to know. I think I can say for both of us that we hadn't planned this to happen, but it has, and we would really like if we could have your support." Again no one spoke, breaking the silence, Harry interjected, "Please, someone say something."

"Well I knew that you too sharing a room couldn't be good, but firstly congratulations." stated James.

"I'm at a loss for words Harry. I really hadn't expected it, not now. But I respect the fact that you hadn't tried to conceal it from us, as so many before you have. And I truly think that we should discuses how we're going to keep this a secret while at Hogwarts."

"Thanks mum, thanks dad." Harry wasn't really beaming, but he wasn't confounded either.

"Ginerva Molly Weasley, I had expected you too be the sensible one! My only daughter, following the paths of her brothers. I would've never thought. And you Harry, I really can't yell at you much, your not my son, but I truly expected much, much more from you! Your suppose to be more responsible, both of you. After everything that's happened. I can't believe it!"

"Molly dear calm down. I think Lily is right, this isn't something to be completely proud of, given the time, but it's also something we should congratulate. It's not every day that we hear something like this. And for heavens sake 'after everything that's happened,' Molly this is something positive after all this. Something good to look forward to. You have my congratulations, both of you."

"Thanks so much dad. Mum really we told you to try and prevent this reaction at a later time. We didn't want to hide it from you. We didn't plan this, I mean we were talking about starting a family, but not now. There's nothing we can do about it though, we either have your support or not. And we really want it. Please mum, understand that we didn't want to do this behind your backs."

"Ginny, oh Ginny. I wanted a daughter so much, so I wouldn't have to watch over your every move, like your brothers. And I really don't want to start now. Your barely of age, and still in school, I honestly hadn't thought that you could disappoint me. I was so wrong. I'm going to except it, but I'm not very proud of your actions, of neither of your actions. However I think we should figure out how were going to hide this from the other students. The professors will have to know, and I suppose you can tell Luna, but only her." Ginny couldn't muster a thanks enough so Harry did for her.

"Thank you Molly, Arthur, it really means a great deal to us if we have your support on this. I don't think we could do it alone."

"Your welcome Harry. Such a wise, hard thing to do. To tell your families such news. I'm proud of you both, many others could not have done it, so many others haven't. Molly and I hadn't when we had Charlie, a huge mistake in doing so. I'm glad that you two wanted to tell us. We're going to have to tell the rest of the family before everyone leaves, it's only right. And for some reason I remember someone saying that you were discussing starting a family of your own."

"We were yes. Just a few nights ago. If only we had known that by the end of my summer we would already have a start on one." said Harry plainly, Ginny was still unable to speak. She just looked from her parents to Harry's and back. Half expecting someone to yell again. Her feet planted to the floor, unable to move as if they held weights on them. Her arms folded across her chest, eyes wide. She was still wearing her night dress, and her hair was askew. Harry was stony still, but gaining colour gradually. His hair pointed in all directions as usual. His eyes piercing the scene, surveying his family. Rooted to the bed, just as Ginny was, but still able to speak, though his mouth felt silkily dry.

"Dad, do we…do we have to tell everyone else? Now? Telling you all was hard enough."

"Ginny I think your dads right you two should tell the others. The hardest part is over, it's always much worse if you tell your family without telling your parents first. They'll all look to us for a sign of knowing, a sign that it's alright. It'll be fine, we're all behind you one hundred percent." stated Lily.

"Harry, Harry, Harry, really I don't know if it's normal for you to not follow protocols, or rules, but this really was a big one to miss." James stated definitively.

"It's completely normal for me not to follow rules, I suppose the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, in that case. And I completely understand that this is one rule I shouldn't have neglected to follow, but what's done is done."

"I see, your more like me than is good for you."

"Nope, just somewhat like you. I've heard I'm a lot like mum too. I did get cursed with this hair though that just doesn't want to do anything. You wouldn't know anything about that would you?"

"Ha ha very funny. Sounds like something your mum would say. Maybe you are like us both, but you look like me."

"Not completely, I've got mums eyes."

"Yes you do. Wait just one moment how'd we go from being irresponsible to what you inherited?"

"I have no clue dad, you're the one who was talking. So how we gonna tell the others?"

"Well Harry that's a good question. I suppose that you could just tell them after dinner. Trust us it's the right thing to do."

"Dad we know it's the right thing to do. We just don't know how. I mean Ron pretty much freaked out, what will everyone else do?" asked Ginny appraisingly.

"They'll probably act the same way as Ron did. But we're all family, they'll understand your story. There's too many of us not too."

"Well honestly Arthur I think we should leave these two alone, they do after all have a lot to think about. And I really must go clean the kitchen."

"Alright, alright. If you two need anyone to talk to about this you know where to find us." With that Mr. and Mrs. Weasley got up and left, followed shortly by Lily and James. Leaving the highly confused Ginny and Harry still sitting on the bed. The sun was fully up now, and rays of light peeked through the window panes. Gradually the room grew warm under this sudden light. Outside the sky was cloudless, and blue. The last bit of fog was slowly exasperating, into the distance. Birds were, once again singing melodies so peaceful and calming. It seemed as though the conversation they just had wasn't reality. As if it were someone else's life, or maybe even a dream.