I do not own Harry Potter and please read the note from Chapter 1 for Ignorance is so NOT bliss.

I am still in the process of moving... just who knew I had so much stuff.

Chapter 56

Thought

Ginny was solemn, as she stared out the window of her room. She can not call it a prison for that is indeed what it was not. But yet she could call it a jail, or even better yet as her mother would have put it when she was younger...

A grounding...

But this one would last for at least another 8 months. It has been at least two weeks since she had seen Harry and well she was mixture of emotions because of that. She knew it was his son, and that he according to Tonks has wanted to see the life inside her growing. Yet, she was the enemy in his eyes.

Never would she have thought that Harry, a man she has loved for so long would view her as an enemy. It was painful, and heartbreaking to say the least. She was accustomed to that warm light of his when he looked at her... And now?

Not even a glance as he has yet to see her.

Time has changed and certainly not for the better.

"What have I done?"

Turning back to sit upon the bed, where a tray of food and vitamins awaited her. Ginny reluctantly began to eat. To be honest even though she was not hungry, in a way she felt that to a degree she was being allowed a part of her childhood fantasy.

She was going to be the mother to Harry Potter's child.

Just not in the way she had hoped. Looking down at her belly, the red headed woman places her hand above the growing life within her. Tonks in her last visit had been gracious enough to tell her, what the baby's name would be.

James Sirius Potter...

A name that made her wonder, if the young baby inside her would look like his father...or would he take after his mother?

Speaking of which? Would it be her as the mother or still Gabrielle Delacourt? She did not quite understand the whole thing to be truthful. But what they had told her was right, that much she knew.

She was pregnant. She had watched as Madame Pomphrey had come and done diagnostic charms to check up on her as well as the baby's progress. Heck she even knew the spells by heart to do them as she had often helped Snape heal those Voldemort had punished for failures...

There was life inside her and for the first time Ginny found she was terrified. Because this time...she was not in control of her own fate. And yet, she was the key to the fate of another. One that could determine the fate of her world should the child within her live...

Or die...

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At this moment, Harry was contemplating homicide of one exuberant Wolf leader named Alexandre. The wolf having received reports from those he had sent with Remus and himself, the older man was eager to battle the young man despite all that had occurred.

And although he was not too thrilled with the idea, Harry couldn't help but agree. A fight was what he needed...

During his time with the wolves, what he had come to appreciate, was their way of dealing with issues. Instead of words, which were used from time to time, it was more or less by combat that things were settled. Isabelle had said at once before he, Tonks, Remus, Fleur, and Gabrielle had left France for England...

We shifters have learned that although we are human we are animal as well. Humans use words to fight. Animals? Well... they use teeth and claws...

Teeth and claws...

He may not have either at their kind of level, but he had enough to make himself known to them. Alexandre was helping him work out many of the things that had been troubling him lately. The main issue right now was his need to kill something, or should we say someone by the name of Ginny Weasely.

It was entirely unlike him...but yet.

The rage was there.

He and Gabrielle had so much that they were going to do. So much...

WHACK

A loud yelp of surprise passes his lips as Alexandre sweeps Harry's legs out from under him.

Retaliating with a side kick, Harry gets rid of his errant thoughts as he Alexandre blocks it with ease.

The young man and the wolf leader battling it out, neither of them notice the small group of loved ones gathering together around one man in particular. The only one whom besides Alexandre can understand Harry in the pain he is feeling.

Sirius Black...

"How's he been doing Padfoot." Asked Remus quietly, the knowledge that his dearest friend had somehow come back from the dead was indeed surprising when he had found out as well as others weeks ago. He was startled and in shock as were Tonks and the others who knew him well. But unlike others in the Order, they to like Harry, have picked up some things from the Wolves.

Control was something that they had learned and learned well.

They knew that then was not the time to harass Sirius about his return. All they knew was that he had done so and that they were grateful for it. There were things that although Harry looked to Remus as an adoptive father. Sirius was someone who much like Harry had experienced a childhood he would rather forget. He had known the feelings of loss and pain to such an extreme that if anyone could understand him.

It was the so called white sheep of the Black family.

Between the two men as well as Alexandre and his mother Isabelle. Harry would remain sane if they had anything to say about it.

THUD

SMACK

CRASH

"He's still the same." Sirius says quietly. "The visions have him tossing and turning, its only when he shifts to the Phoenix form does it stop to allow him rest."

"Didn't he adapt it to his system earlier some of the phoenix aspects?" Tonks interrupted. "He told us he did it for his sight to help him see without his glasses..."

"I think he tried. It's just with everything happening."

"He can't focus."

Nodding his head reluctantly, Sirius looks back to the beating his godson is taking. Words only said that previous night entering his mind.

"Sirius...why? Why can't I save the ones I love?"

The older man looks over at his godson. It is the first time that the young man has actually voluntarily said something that did not have to be coerced out of him.

"Why? Why can't I do it?"

"I don't know Prongslet. I often wonder the same things myself." The former dead man replied. Ever since his release, from that limbo, his body has been working towards his real age steadily... Now his formally pure black hair had a couple of streaks of silver in it around his temples. And his dark eyes had almost permanent etchings of age and stress around them... a far different cry from when he was younger...

"That's not an answer."

Sirius looks at Harry with a quiet and yet sad expression. "I know...but it's the only one I got, Harry."

Looking back on it, if Harry was to ask him it now, Sirius would have an answer to give him. Four simple words that could do either one of two things...

Help him understand

Or destroy him

Because no matter how hard you try, you can't fight fate.

SMACK

CRASH

THUD

WHACK

Before anything else can happen to break him further, Harry needs something...anything to bring him back around. To give him the hope that he so desperately needs.

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Was originally going to be something else all entirely but was talking with my brother and he gave me the idea for this which I liked better.

Anyhow people I am back and sorry but moving had taken a bit longer then I thought. We still have stuff in storage that I have to go and get eventually. But at the moment no room to put the items in it...groans...

But at least got my internet up!