Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling. I will never be as talented or successful as Rowling. None of these characters or places are mine, nor will they ever be. This is all JK Rowling and I just want to use her characters and finish what she has left off.

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Chapter 2

Weeks 2-4

Three

James and I are staring at each other, quietly. He in his high chair, and myself at the other end of the table, holding a butterbeer. He blinks at me, and I blink back. I find myself wondering what is in his head right now.

"Is mummy insane? Will Ministry man come back? Does mum need therapy?" No, he's only a year old… its more like "Am I going to poop again? Is she giving me another bottle? I want to drive my mother insane as I become more independent and use magic!"

I sigh and take another sip. And re-read the letter from the Auror's office saying that I "Can expect your husband, Harry Potter, home on Saturday at 3:00pm." I look at the clock again. It tells me that my "Husband, Harry Potter" is twenty-one minutes late. I look at James again, and he sighs and stairs back. I give in to the staring match and smile. Then he giggles, and claps his hands once and puts them on his face.

Every move James makes, I can't help but wonder if this is how Harry look doing these same things at his age. My thoughts are interrupted by a loud pop.

"Ginny? You here?" Harry walks, put his bag down, and sees me staring at our son. "Hey buddy!" He goes over and picks up James. "Hi DADA! Miss you."

"I missed you too!" Harry puts James down, and he crawled under the table. "Ginny?... Love? What happened to James's forehead?...Ginny?"

I take a deep breath and smile at Harry. "You, Mister, are NEVER allowed to leave me, so unexpectedly again! And be GONE for as long as you were! EVER!" I shouted, severely pissed.

Harry was taken aback.

"You didn't even owl me…at all! Do you know how worried sick I was, wondering if you were dead or not? That isn't even half of it! You have no idea what all happened at this house, while you were at your "job", that you missed!" I was shouting; making air quotes for emphasis.

"Ginny, I'm sorry. I wanted to owl you but I couldn't! It's my job! And I'm sorry I put you though what ever it was. But I'm home and safe…see?"

"No, you need to sit down and shut up because once you hear all that you missed; you will want to quit your job!" I pushed him into a char…

3 Weeks Earlier...

Sunday afternoon, and I have just put James down for his nap, and Teddy is watching the TV. its been just over twelve hours since Harry left, and I was beginning to wonder where this security team is, that my husband promised. I peaked out the window, and noticed two cats, and three owls...maybe they are animagi?

Then there is a knock at the door, I hesitate, but decide to crack it open, wand at the ready.

"Hello Mrs. Potter, don't be alarmed. I am Officer Harold P. Haywether, M.P.B. Magic Protection Bureau. Your husband, Harry asked me to come and stay at the house until I am instructed to leave."

"How do I know that Harry sent you?" I ask, suspicious.

"He told me to tell you a fact that no one else would know."

My husband thinks of everything. I smile slightly."Okay…" I looked at him with confusion.

"You have a freckle shaped as a butterfly under your right breast." Officer Haywether said very embarrassed. And this is true; Harry was the one to discover it. So, he has tobe who he said he was.

"Alright, please call me Ginny." I let him into the house. "Well, make you self comfortable. Let me show you around."

"Thank you." He removed his hat, and brown cloak, and put his briefcase down.

I took him through the hallway "On your right is the dining room, and the first door on your left is the master bedroom. Across is the staircase, and that room in front of us the parlor, but we turned it into a muggle TV/play room, And this leads into our kitchen, and then back into our dining room…Now make your way up the stairs, the door on the far left is James' Room, the door next to it is the guest room, The door to its right is the wash room and toilet, the door next to it is Teddy's room, and next to it is my office, and across from Teddy's room is Harry's study. So, make your self at home, towels are under the sink, and you are welcome to eat all meals with us for as long as you are here…"

"Thank you Ginny." He smiled at me, and I went down stairs and left Mr. Haywether alone. As I walked down stairs I heard rumbling coming from Harold's room; and I had a funny feeling that he might be taking the phrase 'making himself at home' to seriously.

Few days later

"Aunt Ginny," Teddy said suddenly as I finished cleaning up dinner. Mr. Harold P. Haywether was playing with James on the floor. Teddy was helping me put away the dishes.

"Yeah sweetie?"

"I have a question for you, I have meant to ask it for a couple of days…" He replies nervously.

"Uh hu…"

"What were you…and Uncle Harry…doing the other night? There were a lot of noises and slapping sounds…" He looked away.

I dropped the dish I was drying on the floor and it shattered. Shit, I really liked this one…

Mr. Haywether looked up alarmed… I quickly waved my wand and made the glass disappear.

I have dreaded this moment since Teddy became to old to be staying in the same room with Harry and I in our flat. I knew this day would come, but not so soon!

Fuck. I faced my fear and turned to look at Teddy. He was looking at me, very embarrassed. But nowhere near as I was feeling. What was I supposed to tell the child? "I was fucking your Uncle since less so he wouldn't be able to walk and leave me the next day…" yea right! Harry is a liar. He said that I will be fine. Like hell I am! He told me it would be easy. Giving the sex talk to a seven year old boy isn't easy! I don't even know how or what to say! Let alone he caught us in middle of it! Sweet Merlin's Beard, I would give anything not to have this conversation right now…

He just kept looking at me. Say something Ginny!

"Uh…um…Harry and I were…just…practicing Quidditch…stretches…" I avoided his eyes.

"Naked?" He responds.

Shit. "Uh, yeah, we are married so its okay if we do it naked…it makes us feel more relaxed…Shouldn't you be practicing your writing and math?" I still didn't make eye contact, but needed to change the topic.

He sighed. "Yeah, I'll go get it." Whew.

If this mission doesn't kill Harry, I will!

Mr. Harold Haywether is laughing silently at the conversation I just had. I glared at him.

I sat down with Teddy and started teaching him long division. I hate math, but its required that he can do basic Algebra, proper Reading and Writing before he heads to Hogwarts. Can you believe that we start Hogwarts tuition in just a little under four years? Wow, how time flies.

…Later that evening

I just put James down and sent Teddy to brush his teeth and to his room. In twenty minutes I'll have to go up there and tell him "lights out" routine. Which always ends up with me letting him stay up another hour…he is a negotiator just like his mother.

Hermione floos suddenly and unannounced into my house. This startles Harold and myself; Harold because he never met Hermione, and didn't expect visitors, and me because I haven't seen or heard from her since that Saturday of Harry's celebration party.

Before we recognized Hermione as herself, Officer Overreacted had his wand out. "WHO ARE YOU? WHAT ARE YOU DOING? WHO SENT YOU? STUPIFY!" Harold yelled at Hermione.

"No! Harold stop! It's Hermione Weasley! Ron's wife, my sister-in-law!" I yell and undo his spell.

Hermione very pissed shouts, "WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM YOU SON OF A BITCH! I AM PREGNANT! YOU COULD'VE HURT MY CHILD AND I WOULD'VE SUED YOUR ASS!" Then she breaks into tears…yep, no doubt she's pregnant.

"Hermione! Oh I am so sorry, I didn't recognize you at first. I was sent to watch over the Potter family." He goes to help her up.

She sniffs "Just be careful…" She then pulls me into the kitchen.

I make her some tea.

"Anything you want in it?" I asked.

"Could I have some pickle juice?" I gave her a look. "I know it sounds bad, but I really want some…"

I get the pickles out of the fridge and hand it to her.

"So, what's up?" I asked watching her pour the pickle juice in her tea, and I tried to not to see my dinner again.

"I told Molly about the pregnancy…" She sipped her tea…groose.

"And?"

"She was excited and made me really excited for the baby." She smiled. "I can't wait to tell Ron-"

"you didn't tell him!? Hermione!"

"I know, I know. I remember what you said about telling him, but Harry came so abruptly and they left before I could say anything…" I rolled my eyes at her.

"Ron isn't going to forgive you for not letting him know as soon as you found out..."

"Well, I have boobs and caring his child, I am sure I'll be forgiven. Anyways, I have done all kinds of reading! I can't apparate anymore, apparently you're supposed to stop after finding out, or 6 weeks into the pregnancy; you know for obvious reasons. I also call my mother is also excited and she's mailing me all kinds of muggle pregnancy books in the mail. I am doing this pregnancy by the book." She smiles.

I wouldn't expect her to do it any other way…oh my god she FINISHES HER TEA! I gag.

"Hermione! Ugh!"

She looks alarmed. "What?"

"Nothing…no more pickles and tea…got it? Well that's great you are getting ready for the baby already."

"So, when are you and Harry going to have another?" She asks, and snort/laugh.

"Oh, Mione."

"Don't tell me James is going to be an only child!"

"Well-" We haven't talked about it much.

"Ginny!"

"Harry and I haven't discussed it much. Having a child takes a lot, Mione, and with Teddy, we are already raising two."

"Your mother will be heartbroken."

"I know Harry wants a big family."

"What's wrong with a big family?" Hermione pouts.

I roll my eyes. They just don't get it. "Big families are great, but being a kid from a big one... its completely different than being an only child. You never had a parents full attention, constantly sharing, hand-me-downs, even as a girl! No privacy, honestly the list is endless."

"But you always had someone to play with, especially when your parents are too busy for their child." Hermione caressed her stomach.

"Yes. I was never bored at my house. And we will have at least one more. We just are not trying right now. I am so tired chasing Harry and Ted all day." I smile.

"I'd like to go back to work before I'm fat and old." She laughs at my comment.

We sit there for a moment. "Any advice?" she asked.

"Oh what? Pregnancy? Motherhood? My brother?" I smile.

"All, but for now, pregnancy."

"Well you're what nine weeks? Just lots of sleep…and watch out your magic will start to become harder to control…and this only gets worse as your pregnancy goes on. Eventually you wont be able to control anything." we sat and talked for a while.

One week later…

Harry comes back in six days. I can make it!

"Mama mama mama mama mama…" James kept saying over and over following me everywhere as I pick up his toys.

"Do you want to help?" I asked.

He looks at me, and nods.

"Here, I take his hand and place it over mine as we used the wand to guide the toys into the chest.

He smiles, claps his hands, and suddenly all the toys, including the toy chest levitate. Holy crap.

He smiles at me, looking for my approval. I must not condone him. for he doesn't know what he is doing.

"Good job, baby. Now let them down gently." I chide. James puts his hands down slowly, and all the toys go back into place. Yes, nothing is broken.

"Way to go, James! Big boy!"

"Big Boy!" he repeats. I smile and kiss his face. At least he is not a squib, but my 18month old doing magic is slightly scary.

Three days later…Three days until Harry comes home…and Three days late on my period…

I frowned at my calendar. I feel like it's lying to me again, but its not. I am officially late on my period. I have only been late one other time. The last time I was late, I through a fit, screamed, tore apart my bedroom, and hexed Harry. Why? Because the last time I was late for my period was the time I found out I was pregnant, and had to quit my dream job of being captain of the Holly Heads quidditch team. I sighed…it's too soon to tell with a muggle pregnancy test so I will have to wait until I can get the ingredients for a potion.

Teddy went back home yesterday, and I have been home alone with James all week, because Harold P. Haywether left. He has followed me around, like a leach the entire week. He won't stop asking for Harry, and I know he misses him.

I miss him too. I love James very much, but because of his feeling of abandonment and needing to be close to his mother, I no longer have privacy anymore.

"Mama…" He says as I stare at my calendar…

"Yes baby?" I say, still staring.

"Ookie?" He asks.

"Just a minute…" I say. He runs out…and I count again, and recount. Yep, three days late…

Then I hear a crash and a piercing scream coming from the other room.

I run out to see the glass coffee table broken, blood everywhere, a crying baby, and blood…lots and lots of blood. Now I panic, because I'm all alone. So I did the first thing I though of. I ran to my son, picked him and ran into our kitchen; trying not to panic but failing.

I grabbed a dish towel where the blood was spilling from. I grabbed my purse and apparated to St. Mungo's with James in my arms.

I started to frantically shout when I arrived.

"Help! My son hit his head! He's bleeding everywhere! I don't know what to do!" I don't know how many people heard me because James was screaming…this is the first time I apparated with him. I normally just floo.

"Hello, I'm Healer Stevens, what happened?"

I told her the story, and she nodded and took James from me. She went into the back room, and told me to go to the front desk to fill our insurance paperwork. I told her no and followed her back into the room.

She glared at me and waved her wand and the blood was gone…then she concentrated very hard, and James screamed again. I looked at his face to see pink raw skin stretch over his gash in the head.

"There, all better." She then gave James' his life wish, cookie.

"Well I hate to be a...nudge, but you need to go fill out paper work for us… Also the procedure I performed was basic healing, which could've been done at home…" She 'snorted' at me, before turning away.

"So why don't you get a book and quit wasting my time I could be spending with important patients…" She mumbled to another healer, snickering, thinking I didn't hear her.

Oh no, she didn't…Bitch. Then I did something I have only done a few times in my life. I used my name, and my husbands social currency.

"Excuse me? Do you have any idea who you are talking to? I am Ginny Potter, Harry Potter's wife! You were just treating they guy who saved your pathetic ares' son so I would be very sorry and scared for your place at this hospital right now!" I was breathing hard, hold James. I should have ended it there, but feeling all this emotion, I couldn't stop. I even pointed my finger at her. "How dare you speak to me, or anyone for that matter in such a tone?" I shifted James to my other hip and went to the front lobby, leaving the Healer stunned and embarrassed.

I filled out the damn paperwork, and they said that James could go home. I thanked the nice reception woman, glared at the Healer, and walked out of there.

Just as being Harry's wife can be used to my advantage, I forgot how being who I was can be a curse. Because I am Ginny Potter, Harry Potter's wife…You know they famous one who killed Voldemort. So cameras were flashing in the lobby, screaming questions at me and asking if some one attacked my son... I fucking hate press and how quickly information travels now.

Great, the press is going to have a field day.

On my way home, I stopped at a bookstore and bought Basic Healing for Dummy's and picked up an ice cream cone for James and myself. I also decided that I was going to become competent in the healer field, in some way. I can't have something like this happen again to my children and not be prepared.

After I put James down for bed, in my room because I wasn't going to leave him alone tonight, I read my book on potions. I searched for one that will answer my fluttering question in my mind. I found the one for pregnancy tests.

I owled Hermione and asked her to bring the ingredients, because my episode at St. Mungo's sidetracked me from gathering them myself.

An hour later she brought the ingredients, I showed her the spell, but she knew what they were fore. She had this huge grin on her face. We have don't this before. But this time, its not so bad. I smiled back and we started the potion… Here we go again.

"…'Then ingest the concoction, and when you urinate the color of the urine determines if you're are pregnant…red negative, green positive'… Well, that seems simple enough…" Hermione said pouring me a glass…

It smelled as horrible as I remembered, but I drank the gooey substance anyways…Then we sat in the living room, tuned into a rerun of Friends a muggle American show and waited until I had to pee.

When my time came, I peed and it was blue. I screamed in joy and jumped up and down with Hermione. I was pregnant again…this time, with Hermione.

Present time…with Harry…

"So that's why our coffee table got broken? And the Daily Prophet thinks that you let a gnome into the house to attack our son?" He jokes at me…

I jumped up and threw a roll at him. "That's what you took from the story? I tell you how horrible the past weeks have been and all you're worried about the damn coffee table! Damn it Harry, our son is using wordless magic, the media is ruining my mothering reputation, and I am pregnant with our second child-"

Harry gets up and silenced me with a long, lingering kiss. "Whoa! Gin, I was just kidding!" He wraps me in his arms. Kissing my hair over and over… "Oh I missed you so much, Love. I can't believe we are pregnant again. I love you."

I melt. I wrapped my arms around him, too. "Oh, I missed you too…please don't do this to me again. Especially now that I'm pregnant."

"I won't. At least for a while. Wait, Hermione's pregnant too? Ron didn't say anything..." He asks.

I nodded…

"Wow, the two main women in my life pregnant. At the same time. If Ron thought you were bad, Hermione will be just as…interesting…"

"I laugh, resting my head on his chest, listening to his heart.

"It's going to be a long 40 weeks…" I smacked him playfully on the chest.

"Oh you are going to have to have the TALK with Teddy…" I said. Harry groaned and I smiled, glad to have my loving husband home to help take on the joys of creating life with me for the next few weeks…months.