AN:/ I realised that I've made a mistake with how far along Ginny is in her pregnancy. She is, in fact, 2 months along not three weeks like she said in the last chapter. Please forgive me for my mistake. This chapter isn't long as it was a chapter I just had to put in to get things moving alone and also because I had to stick to canon. ENJOY!

When I woke up the next day, I felt a tugging sensation from my stomach. Hermione was already up and was sorting out her bed covers. She smiled when she saw that I was awake.

"Morning. Today's-Ginny?" I ran past her and out of the room with my hand clamped over my mouth. I ran towards the bathroom, thanking Merlin that it was unoccupied. I saw Fred running towards the bathroom as well, apparently thinking that I was having a race with him. I pushed him away and slammed the door shut. Bending over the toilet, I started to vomit. I wasn't being quiet about it wither as Fred started to knock.

"Ginny, are you alright?" he called, concern filled his voice.

"Go away," I said weakly as I retched again. Never before have I ever felt so horrible and disgusting. When I felt like I could puke no longer, I sat back leaning against the bath tub.

"Ginny dear. Are you okay?" I heard Mum say.

"I'm fine … I must have had something bad to eat yesterday," I said, standing up to rinse my mouth.

Mum fussed over me at breakfast trying to force me to eat something but I still felt quite sick.

"Ginny, you have to eat something," she said, shoving a plate of toast under my nose. I shook my head.

"Mrs. Weasley, Fleur's asking for you. She said that there's a problem-" As soon as my mother heard the word problem, she was out of the door. I grinned at Hermione who sat down beside me.

"I'm fine. It was just morning sickness." Harry and Ron walked into the kitchen, yawning and rubbing their eyes. I smirked. Harry looked so cute in the morning with his tousled hair and vacant expression.

"Morning," he said. Ron just sat down with a moody look on his face.

"Cheer up, Ronald! It's a wedding," Hermione said. I laughed.

"Ron and cheer up in the morning. Yeah right," I scoffed. Harry laughed and reached across the table to pick up a toast slice from the plate in front of me. It was like my heart skipped a beat having him sat so close to me. He was acting so normal. It felt weird.

"Excuse me," I said, getting up. I caught Hermione's eye who looked at me with sorrow in her eyes and then I saw Harry who still had his toast in his hands. I turned around and carried on walking, trying not to think about the looked of hurt in his eyes.

When I had finished dressing, Aunt Muriel was making her way up the stairs. She passed a comment to everyone she saw. Typical Muriel. I never really liked her. I was glad when Fred and George decided to pull a prank on her. The wizard who was at Dumbledore's came to read the vows, Bill and Fleur kissed and then we clapped. I stood leaning again a pillar watching Mum and Dad dance. They seemed so happy even in these dark times. I caught Harry's eyes looking at me and we both looked away quickly, blushing. Luna twirled past me. I giggled at her dance. When I looked back over to where Harry was stood, he had gone.

"Hey," Ron said, walking up to me.

"Hey." He looked like he was struggling with his words.

"Look, I'm sorry about yesterday. It's just that you seemed so cut up when he broke it off and then you go and kiss and I just didn't want-"

"Ron, it's alright. I understand that you were only acting like an older brother yesterday. I'm fine." Ron looked at me and grinned.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Why did you want anyone to know about you and Harry? I would have thought that after all the teasing you'd like to rub it in everyone's face."

"You know how Dad always said only tell if it's a 'need to know' thing?"

"Yeah?"

"This is one of those things … on both accounts. Mum, Dad and the rest don't really need to know about Harry and me and you don't need to know about why I chose not to tell them … it's," I breathed in deeply before finishing my sentence, "unimportant."

"Right," Ron said, still frowning. I started to tease Ron about how thick he is and then that's when Kingsley's patronus came. After that all hell broke lose. Death Eaters apparated in and were were fighting. I pulled out my wand from a pocket that was stitched on the inside of it and stunned the dearest Death Eater. His friend turned his attention towards me and started to shoot hexes towards me. I blocked them efficiently with my shield charm.

"Ginny!" I heard Harry yelled. I looked over my shoulder and saw Harry struggling with Remus who was pushing him away. Hermione grabbed hold of Harry's hand and they disapparated. I turned back towards the Death Eater I was duelling with and saw him crumpled on the ground with Bill stood next to me.

"Never turn your back, Ginny," he said, grabbing my hand and leading me out.

"Get inside the house."

"No, I'm staying with you!"

"Ginny!"

"SILENT!" We heard someone roar. Everyone stopped fighting as Bellatrix Lestrange danced her way into the middle.

"We only want Harry Potter. Give him to us and we'll leave."

"Good luck with finding him. He isn't here," I said, loud and clear. Bellatrix turned her sunken eyes on me. She walked towards me.

"And do you know where he is, Ginger?" she said, circling me.

"Eve if I did know, do you honestly think I'd tell you?" I sneered. Bellatrix slapped me across my face. Bill moved forward but half a dozen Death Eater's raised their wands.

"Look at you. Filthy little blood traitor thinks she could talk to me like that," she said.

"No sign of him Ms. Lestrange," a Death Eater said, walking up to Bellatrix. She turned to him.

"He can't have gone far. Rowle, Dolohov, go find him," she said and everyone disapparated. Mum came running up towards me.

"Ginny, are you okay?" she asked. I nodded.

"Get inside, everyone," Dad said, ushering everyone inside. After the family and the few guests that remained were all settled and patched up if needed with something to drink, Dad sent out a patronus to Harry, Ron and Hermione telling him that we were safe. Not for the first time in my life, I wondered about where they were, what they were doing and if they were safe.