A/N So I realize how confusing the first chapter was. I kind of threw in a lot of characters that do not exist in cannon. In order to correct this, the next couple chapters will be one-shots based on each child's adoption. Now normally, I would work my way from oldest to youngest. However, due to the fact the stepdaughter will be included in Teddy's (as Teddy is a toddler when he's adopted by the Potter's), I'll start with the second oldest.

June 1998

To say Ginny was terrified was to put it lightly. At seventeen she had thought she had faced just about everything. She had been possessed, fought countless Death Eaters, survived a year of school run by Voldemort, and survived the loss of a brother. Ginny didn't frighten easily, but staring at the little stick Hermione had brought her? Now that was scary.

"So Gin, what's the verdict?" Hermione's voice shook as she asked, as if she was the one that had to deal with this… this problem.

"How am I supposed to tell Harry?" They had just recently gotten back together, after more then a year apart. And Ginny had figured that this was better then a new beginning, this was just a continuation on something that had been great. But this? This would end it all.

"And there's no way it can be Harry's?" It was the fifth time Hermione had asked, not that Ginny was counting or anything.

"Harry and I got together a month ago. We haven't… no. No there isn't any chance it's his."

"I knew I did the potion right," Hermione couldn't help but throw in. Ginny ignored her. She had known Hermione had gotten the potion right; she just hadn't wanted to believe it at the time.

"Who do I tell first?"

Hermione bit her lip. "Normally I'd say… him. But in this case? Tell Harry, that way he can be with you when you do tell him."

"Like Harry is going to want anything to do with me after this! How could he?" Ginny snapped effectively cutting Hermione off. She would have kept going but a third voice interrupted.

"And why exactly wouldn't I want anything to do with you?" Harry was standing in the doorway of her bedroom. His eyebrows raised, and a look between confusion and amusement.

Hermione glanced worriedly at Ginny. "Do you want me to-"

"No, go ahead Hermione. I need to do this alone." That was all it took for Hermione to be out the door, leaving Ginny with the one person she had swore never to hurt. As she opened her mouth to explain herself, something very unexpected happened: she cried.

All amusement left Harry's face, and his arms quickly circled around her. "It's okay. Whatever it is, it'll be okay." Harry continued in this way until Ginny's sobs died down. Instead of trying to talk again she simply showed him what was in her hand. He took an intake of breath: "That's a muggle pregnancy test. Why do you have it?"

"Because I wanted to believe Hermione made the potion wrong," Ginny whispered.

"Was it… was it consensual?" Ginny saw the fear in his eyes as he asked the question. This was part of why she loved him. The fear came only from the idea of her being hurt, not from what it meant if it had been consensual.

"Yes. We were both sober and willing. It was during the war, it was a mistake on both sides. We were just so scared and –"

"And we weren't together. Gin, this doesn't change anything! I mean obviously it changes a lot, but not between us. I have no problem being something to your child. Be it an uncle, godfather, or friend. I love you too much not to be willing to work on this."

Ginny's mouth grew dry. "You're not mad? I mean you don't care?"

Harry gave a strangled laugh. "Oh I'm not happy about it. But that's the jealous part of me, and I'll just have to deal with that. I do have to know though… who is the father?"

The name came quickly: "Draco Malfoy."