A/N: Wow…. Just…. I am absolutely blown away! Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed! I am gob smacked at the response I got! 5 reviews within the first hour of posting this story, and then I've just checked my email and it's full of author alerts and story alerts and story favourites! Just… wow!

A few questions were raised in my reviews, one of them being 'what happened to the Ginny and Harry of 1995?' Hopefully this will be answered in this chapter. If anyone still doesn't quite understand, please leave me a review and I'll try and explain it better J

I also got an anonymous review that said "In such a situation you wouldn't spill the guts to the whole freakin order but only to people which need to know. Family, Sirius/Remus, Dumbledore,McGonagal, and that's it." Since I can't answer privately, I'll answer here.

If I am to be honest, it never occurred to me that they would not include the order, so I apologise if that part did not fit right. But I have my reasons. On the night that Harry was taken to Grimmauld Place by the advance guard, there was an order meeting going on that very night. Plus, the order members that were named other than the ones that were normally there, were part of the advance guard and were in the hallway when Ginny and Harry saw each other. Therefore, they will be told about it as well. I hope that won't be an issue for many people, and if it is then I am sorry, but I won't be changing it now!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with the world of Harry Potter. That privilege belongs to J.K Rowling only. I only own a gay cat called Bert J

P.S- There is a line from a movie in here somewhere. Where is it from?

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Harry felt as though he was going to be sick. The shock of seeing so many people alive when yesterday they were dead to him, was indescribable. His eyes constantly moved to look at the faces that he had not seen in years, drinking in their features as if they were about to die again. Sirius, Moony, Tonks, Fred, Mad- Eye and Dumbledore. He even missed the sneer that seemed permanently present on Severus Snape's face.

It was like he was living in his own memory, seeing all of those faces looking at him. Only this time, it was for a much more complicated reason.

The Weasley's, Hermione and the Order of the Phoenix were all sat around the table in the kitchen. Harry and Ginny were stood in front of it, their hands clasped together, as close to the door as they could possibly be. It was Harry who chose to stand there- after all, when in doubt, know your way out. It was an auror thing. A thing in which he thought would be handy to remember considering the glares that were being sent his way from the Weasley brothers.

"Well, now that we are all comfortable, why don't you enlighten us on what has been going on with the two of you?" Dumbledore politely questioned. Harry noted that he did not look him directly in the eye. His eyes narrowed a little in response. He had forgotten that the headmaster had done tat, and he had also forgotten how annoying it was.

"Why would you think that there is something wrong?" Ginny whispered after she had licked her dry lips.

"Well, dearest sister," One of the twins said.

"This morning you screamed blue murder-" The other carried on.

"Then passed out."

"And when young Harry here arrives-"

"You run at him and hug him-"

"And he hugged you-"

"Aww, bless them Gred. They've gone all red!"

"Boys!" Mrs. Weasley snapped. Her gaze had been alternating from looking suspicious, to looking annoyed at the twins, to looking concerned at Ginny and Harry.

"And Harry told us that we best sit down for what you were going to say." Arthur interjected quietly. Nobody else said anything- they just watched the two teenagers fidget under their gazes. Moody's magical eye was whizzing all over the place as if he thought there was something they had hidden that could get them into trouble.

Neither Harry nor Ginny said anything. They were too busy trying to think of what to say and how to say it.

"Harry."

The black haired boy's head snapped up to look at the owner of the soft voice. His eyes met with the grey ones of his godfather, Sirius Black. Harry's heart clenched as he looked into the face that showed nothing but concern. He had not seen his godfather in years, and the first thing he does is worry him to death.

"Harry," Sirius repeated. "Just tell us. We won't get mad. We can help you. What's going on? Have you done something? Has Ginny done something? Is it something to do with Voldemort?"

"No." Harry finally answered. "It… It has nothing to do with Voldemort." He glanced down at Ginny and saw that she was looking at him, their expressions mirrored in confused thought. "At least.. We don't… don't think so…"

Moody sighed. "Well spit it out then boy! We don't have all day!" he barked at Harry. Harry opened is mouth to say something- anything- when he was interrupted by a high pitched voice coming from next to him.

"I'm pregnant!"

Harry's head snapped sideways to look at his wife, his mouth dropping open in horror. Ginny had both hands clamped to her mouth, her expression clearly showing that she hadn't meant to blurt that part out just like that.

There was silence for a few moments in the kitchen of number 12 Grimmauld Place- something that had not happened recently- before all hell broke loose.

"WHAT?" Molly Weasley's high pitched shriek drowned out the deep rumbles of her sons as they- plus Arthur- all jumped to their feet.

Sirius' mouth hung open, his eyes wide. He had not been expecting that at all. And judging from the way he was swinging his eyes between Harry, Ginny and their intertwined hands, he had no doubts over who he thought the father was. But when this had happened, he did not know.

Remus had his hand clamped on Sirius' arm as if to either hold himself upright or keep Sirius in his seat. He had come to the same conclusion as his friend and his head was spinning as he tried to think of what to say, or what to do. Tonks was sat next to him, her hair a stark white and one of her hands clamped over her mouth. She had spent a little time with the youngest Weasley over the summer and she could not believe that she had never picked up on the fact that she was with child.

Moody, Emmeline, Dedalus, Kingsley, Hestia, Sturgis and Elphias just tried to remain neutral. After all, they did not know the two young kids, but they all knew that if the Weasley girl was in fact pregnant then she would be in great danger, and not just from her peers. Having a baby in the middle of a war was never an ideal situation, but adding in the fact that she was just short of 14, and the whole situation was a disaster.

Snape's sneer became more pronounced as his thoughts ran through his head. 'I knew it was just a matter of time. I'm a little surprised it took so long actually. I would have thought boys would just have to sneeze at her in order to get her pregnant, considering the mother she has…'

McGonagall just sat with her hand clutched to her chest as she stared at her two young Gryffindors while Dumbledore sat quietly besides her, the only indication that he had heard anything was the way that his eyebrows narrowed a little in thought.

Molly was still shrieking, the hysteria she was feeling oozing out of her mouth.

"What have you done, you silly little girl! I thought we taught you better than that! Whose is it? WHOSE IS IT?"

At her last shriek, everyone went silent as they stared at the couple in front of them. Harry was just staring blankly at everyone while Ginny was quietly crying.

It was Ron that broke the silence.

"It was you wasn't it?" he asked, his voice a deathly whisper. He had finally noticed how close his best mate was standing to his sister. "YOU'RE THE ONE WHO GOT HER PREGNANT!" he roared. And then before Harry could open his mouth to defend himself (although how he was going to do that, he had no idea- after all, it was his baby), Ron lunged at him.

An invisible barrier rose between the two boys as Dumbledore rose to his feet, wand in hand.

"Enough!" his voice echoed around the crowded room. "Mr. Weasley, please take your seat. I have a few questions of my own." Ron made no indication to move until a stunned Hermione grabbed his arm and pulled him back to his seat. Everyone else had sat down as soon as Dumbledore spoke and Molly had buried her head in her husband's shoulder.

"Now, Ginevra. Are you absolutely positive that you are pregnant?" Dumbledore kindly asked her. Ginny choked back another sob and nodded her head. Mrs Weasley let out another loud wail. "And just who is the father of your child?"

Ginny didn't seem to be able to answer, so it was Harry who spoke as he pulled her into his arms in a gesture that was equally for protection as it was for comfort.

"I am."

Sirius wearily rubbed his hand over his eyes as Mr Weasley and the boys all started to rise from their seats, murder in their eyes. However, they quickly sat down again as Dumbledore raised his hand in a peaceful gesture.

"I see." he nodded to the two, watching as Ginny pressed her face into Harry's chest. "and just when was this baby conceived?"

Harry looked up into the piercing blue eyes of his headmaster, pleased when he did not look away and instead maintained the eye contact. They stared at each other as Harry tried to determine exactly how much the old headmaster knew or had at least guessed. He swallowed before answering.

"May 2003."

The silence pressed heavily on their eardrums. Everyone was now staring at them, their faces a mixture of disbelief and blank confusion. Molly, who had finally lifted her head from Arthur's shoulder, looked as though she was about to faint. Snape, who had been inwardly laughing at Potter's stupidity, now looked as if he had been clubbed around the head by a troll.

"B-but… That's not p-p-possible!" Hestia stuttered. It seemed as though the majority of the room agreed with that statement.

"Indeed, one would think so." Dumbledore continued, his head tilted to one side, the usual twinkle shining in his eyes. "However I am inclined to believe that it is true. How did you get here, my boy?"

"We don't know, sir."

"So, you have no idea? Then how do we know you're not making it up? And if you have been brought back in time, then why are you… you?" Tonks asked. At the end of her questions, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Then why are they what?" Sirius asked her, a bewildered look on his face.

"I think she means, if they came back in time, why do they still look nearly 14 and 15 years old?" Remus answered as he heaved a great sigh.

Everyone turned to look at Harry and Ginny, but they looked just as lost as everyone else.

"I would suggest that the two of you tell us everything you can remember about this whole thing. Maybe it would also help to ease Molly's mind if you also informed us of the nature of your relationship." Dumbledore prompted.

Harry nodded before leading Ginny to sit down in the two chairs that they had neglected before. Ginny's tears had stopped, but she still clung to Harry. It was almost as if she felt she would blurt out more things if she spoke again and the way she glance furtively at her family showed just how afraid she was still and had been of their reactions.

"Ginny and I first got together towards the end of my sixth year. Unfortunately, I had to break it off with her as I… had things to do outside of Hogwarts."

"What things? Surely they weren't so important that you would end things with my little sister!" Ron hissed at Harry. The twins, who stood on either side of their younger brother, nodded their heads in agreement, their usually happy faces clouded uncharacteristically with a cold seriousness.

This time, it was Ginny who answered after a quick glance at her husband. They couldn't say too much. If they did, the whole timeline would be changed. And that may not be a good thing.

"We cannot tell you." Her voice became harsh as she cut off her brother who had opened his mouth to retort. "No, Ron! If we say too much, then everything could change. All you have to know is that those things Harry had to do, were the most important things in the world. It was literally a matter of life and death- and not just his own life, but the life and survival of the whole wizarding world! So yes Ronald, I would say that they were important enough for Harry to break up with me!"

Again, the atmosphere plummeted into a harsh depression as everyone registered what Ginny had just said.

"Did things really get that bad?" Emmeline asked quietly.

"They got worse than that, but we cannot say. At least not yet." Harry answered her. He looked at everyone in the room, pleading for their understanding.

"Very well, my dear boy. Perhaps in time you will be able to divulge these things. Would you like to continue?" Dumbledore spoke.

Harry nodded, then took in a deep breath as he started to speak again. "After I was done with these things, nobody was in danger anymore. Voldemort was dead."

"Dead?" Was the general outcry from the occupants of the room. A few people laughed, but whether that was due to actual amusement or pure shock was not known. Everyone leaned forwards in their chairs, including Snape, waiting for their unspoken questions to be answered. Dumbledore lost the kind expression to adopt an imploringly serious one. He looked into the green eyes of his favourite pupil, searching for the truth.

"Yes. Dead. Again, we cannot say how yet." Although he was answering the whole room, Harry's gaze remained locked on Dumbledore. As he stared into his blue eyes, on thought crossed his brain. 'Prophecy'.

Dumbledore's eyes widened slightly and then he gave a small nod to the boy- or was it man?- in front of him. Harry carried on, his voice rising to be heard over the beginnings of questions.

"After Voldemort was dead, Ginny and I began to see each other again and a year later, I proposed to her. We got married another year later and have been happy since then. Until yesterday."

"Yesterday? What happened yesterday?" Hermione asked.

"Yesterday for us, in 2003." Ginny answered her. "We were having dinner at the Burrow with my family when I told Harry I was pregnant…"

"So, wait. You've only known she was pregnant since yesterday which is actually 8 years into the future for you two?" Sirius butted in, his finger pointing between the two of them.

"Yes, he did. I've known for a few weeks. I just didn't know how to tell him." Ginny smiled, her hand drifting down to her stomach.

There was another short bout of silence.

"I am so confused!" Tonks groaned. Many people nodded and grunted their agreement.

Harry snorted. "Your telling us! Yesterday, I found out my wife was pregnant and I went to bed as normal. Today, I wake up in my adolescent body, in my bedroom at number four Privet Drive- a place I said I would never step foot in again!" He threw his hands up in the air with a growl of frustration, before burying his head in them.

The Order, Hermione and the Weasley's couldn't help but be sympathetic towards the young man. Most of them believed the two youngsters. After all, it was a little too complicated to just be made up.

"Did something similar happen to you, Miss Weasley?" McGonagall asked her young lion. If it were true, then this was a very unique and bewildering situation.

Ginny shrugged. "A little. I woke up this morning to be sick, and when I looked in the mirror, I looked like this." She gestured to her younger body with a frown. "That was when I started to scream." Despite themselves, the Weasley boys couldn't quite hold in their soft chuckles.

"So, what you mean is that somehow your future memories and thoughts were transported back in time to your adolescent bodies, as well as the child you are impregnated with?" Kingsley picked up the questioning with his deep, slow voice He had quietly been listening and gathering up what he could in order to make sense of the situation.

Ginny and Harry looked at each other for a few moments. "It would seem so, yes."

The silence that yet again befell the kitchen was one of thoughtfulness this time as everyone digested the situation.

"What I would like to know," Snape finally drawled. Harry was actually surprised it took so long for him o open his mouth. "Is if Mr Potter and Miss Weasley have any proof that what they say is true. After all, I wouldn't put it past the insufferable brat to spin a tale like this just to get himself out of trouble."

"Severus," Dumbledore warned in a low voice.

"It is okay, sir." Harry answered as he turned to face the potions professor. He may not like the man, but he respected and admired him for the role he was playing. It couldn't be easy, and after all, he had saved Harry's life on numerous occasions. "We know about the doe."

The people in the room had the pleasure of seeing Severus Snape's jaw drop. A few people had to hide their sniggers, even as they wondered what Harry was going on about. Dumbledore didn't even bother to hide his smile or twinkle.

"H-how do you know about that?" Although his voice had began as a small whisper, Snape's voice grew into a harsh growl towards the end.

Harry couldn't help but smile. "I saw it in a memory." 'That you gave me', he couldn't help but add in his head. However he did not say it allowed as he was sure it would not be appreciated.

Snape was silent for a few more moments before the sneer was back on his face. "well, I do not think that is adequate proof. You could have known about that before know." The look on his face clearly showed that he had hoped that wasn't the case.

Harry and Ginny once more looked at each other. They knew what they could say to make everyone believe them, but could they tell them?

They would have too, not only would it prove they were telling the truth, but it could also help avoid silly situations, many arguments and help end things quicker this time around.

Both of them turned as one to their old, once-again-alive, headmaster.

"we know about the prophecy and horcuxes."

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A/N 2: There you go! Another chapter! I'm not completely happy with it as I don't think I got some of the characterisations right, but I shall let you be the judges of that!

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