A/N: Here you go my darlings! A new chapter out! It is slightly later than I wanted it to be, but stuff came up like extra work shifts and family crisis'. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed this story, it really means a lot to me :D and of course to all those who have added me to their favourite lists, you all rock!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with the Harry Potter franchise. While I may have once been blonde and I am British, I am not J.K. Rowling no matter how much I wish I was. I only own some very battered copies of the books about our favourite wizard :D

Also, a big, massive thank you to my wonderful new beta SeekerofAncientLegend! She is amazing, brilliant, fantastic and so many other things! She helps me keep my ideas on track and points out things I need to think about, as well as correcting all of the mistakes I make in my work! She's the one to thank for the lack of misspelled words and grammatical errors, but if course it you do see any, then they are all my fault haha! :D

Slight Warning: A little bit of in detail description of a nightmare. Contains a little blood and over use of words like 'dead'.

Listening to: Bubble Pop Electric- Gwen Stefani.

A Nudge In The Right Direction

The trip back to Headquarters was filled with contemplation for Harry. His mind easily processed the fact that he was cleared of most of his charges and he had acknowledged that the Dementor issue was going to be investigated, but what he couldn't wrap his head around was the talk he had had with the estranged Weasley.

He didn't know what on earth had possessed him to run after the red headed man like that, and before he could even think about it, he was shouting out his name. Harry and Ginny had talked a little about Percy, but they hadn't decided on a concrete plan of action. As far as she was concerned, Percy had to get over his own pigheadedness and come back on his own- an attitude that seemed to be common with the entire Weasley family.

But Harry couldn't just ignore it. He had seen what the damage had done to Percy; had seen how guilty and devastated he had felt after Fred died. What didn't help matters was that something Percy had once said to Harry was stuck in his head, like a splinter stuck under the skin of his brain.

'Everyone has something to regret in their lives, Harry, something to drive them mad with 'what ifs'. Mine is that I didn't come back sooner, that I let my own pride stand in the way of my returning home. I could have reunited with them all a lot sooner, if I had just pushed that aside. But I was too late; now Fred's gone and I can't ever repair that relationship properly. I can't ever reconnect with my brother.'

The talk the two men had had with each other was one of the few times Harry had seen Percy without his usual pompous attitude and instead with a vulnerable demeanor. It had been odd to see. Percy had been the one to snap Harry out of his 'post-war funk' (as Ron had called it), and now the teen felt like he owed the third Weasley. That was what had motivated him to speak up.

Sighing softly and running his hands through his hair, Harry stepped into one of the fireplaces that lined the atrium and whispered the Order's address.

After spinning dizzily for a few moments, Harry arrived back at Grimmauld Place to find the occupants crowded in the hallway and not in the kitchen like he had expected them to be. After to listening to a few moments of shuffling, he went to investigate.

"Erm… Hello everyone." He greeted as he slowly shut the kitchen door behind him. His brow was furrowed in confusion as he took in the faces that stared at him in anticipation. Ginny was the only one who moved.

"Hi Harry." She greeted with a smile as she wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed his cheek. He kissed the top of her head, revelling in the warm feeling that settled in his stomach, and smiled before looking back up.

"Well?" Hermione demanded as she stood with her hands clasped together. "How did it go? Did the plan work? It must have done, I mean they can't have expelled you just because you were defending yourself! And your cousin knew magic existed, so they have to take that in to account because-"

"Hermione," Harry cut across her with a grin. "Breath." The bushy haired girl did indeed take in a deep breath before she opened her mouth to talk again. She didn't have a chance to make a noise however, as Harry's voice sounded out again. "Why don't we all go and sit down in the living room, and I'll tell you all about it as soon as Dumbledore arrives."

A few moments of scuffling later and everyone was sat down comfortably and expectantly.

"So, why were you all in the kitchen anyway? When I flooed in I expected you all to be waiting in the kitchen." Harry questioned as he looked around. Fred and George were sat on the floor in front of the once-elegant fireplace, while Hermione and Ron (who looked like he wanted to be anywhere else) took up one sofa. Mrs Weasley and Sirius occupied the two armchairs and Ginny was sat against the side of the settee, with her legs draped across Harry's lap. Mr Weasley, Kingsley, Tonks and Moody were at work.

"We thought that Dumbledore would have brought you back, so we expected you to come through the front door." Moll answered with a sheepish look on her face. Harry smiled at her and shook his head.

"He had to go and take care of some business in the ministry. Besides, it would look odd if he escorted me back home. As far as every is concerned, our relationship is merely a teacher-student one." He explained. Dumbledore had told him all of this as they had planned how to tackle the hearing, but he had also mentioned that he would return to headquarters soon after. Everyone accepted the explanation and they all chatted idly as hey waited for the Headmaster. Harry didn't mention his talk with Percy once.

"Good Morning." Dumbledore greeted as he swept into the room, his purple cloak billowing out behind him. Greetings rang out and with a flick of his wand, Dumbledore conjured a squishy armchair for himself.

"How did it go?" Sirius asked before Hermione could. Harry was almost sure that she shot the ex-convict a glare, but she was quickly leaning forwards in anticipation so Harry couldn't be sure.

"As well as could be expected." Dumbledore answered calmly. "Harry was found innocent of all charges of breaching the Statute of Secrecy and his other charges of the violation of the Decree of Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery are undecided until the incident has been investigated fully by Madam Bones and her Aurors."

"What does that mean?" Fred asked as he and George cocked their heads to the side. Everyone else looked from the Headmaster to the young time-traveler.

"It means that Madam Bones is furious." Harry answered. "Fudge really messed up this 'trial' by overlooking things that should have been brought to her notice. I think she figured that if he was withholding information like the fact that Dudley knew of magic and hasn't previously been Obliviated, then he could have been lying about other things."

Dumbledore nodded in agreement. "Amelia Bones stands for many things, one of them being the truth. She despises being lied to and believes very highly in justice."

"Well she can't believe in it very much if I'm still thought of as a murderer." Sirius complained bitterly. Harry sent his Godfather a concerned look; he wished hard that he could get Sirius cleared of all charges and, hopefully, if all went well, it would be done sooner rather than later.

"Amelia was not aware that you were sentenced without a trial, Sirius. And don't forget that she was fed those lies as well as everyone else. When you hear such stories, it's hard not to believe that they are the truth and you were tried as a proper criminal." Dumbledore explained gently as he looked at the black haired man with sympathy. Sirius snorted in disbelief and turned to face the wall. It was quiet for a moment as people exchanged weary glances.

"What I don't get," Ginny began as she tilted her head in contemplation. Harry looked closely at her face as he absentmindedly rubbed his hand along her leg. "Is why she ignored your charges of underage wizardry? I mean, that's a big deal and it sounds as if she just dismissed it, really." She gave Harry an apologetic smile- she didn't want him to be charged, but it was an important point- and he smiled back in understanding.

"An excellent point, Mrs Potter." Dumbledore nodded at her. The use of her married name cause her and Harry to blush, Ron to scowl and Mrs Weasley to smile fondly. "I had a quick word with Amelia beforehand," Harry shot him a surprised look, which he ignored. "And she told me how she thought this whole trial was a farce and a way of Fudge showing off his power, so to speak. She told me that she knew exactly how Fudge was going to act, and if she were the one trialing Harry, she would want to hear his side first before making any assumptions." He looked over the rims of his glasses at Harry; a look that caused a jolt to run through the teen- he had not seen that look in a long time. "It may have also helped that I hinted at what a trustworthy and honest person you were." He winked at the boy as he rolled his eyes.

"So, she wanted to know both sides of things before she passed a verdict?" Hermione asked. She did not look confused, instead she had a contemplative look on her face as she looked up at the ceiling.

"Precisely, Miss Granger." Dumbledore concluded before he stood up. "Now, I must bid you all farewell as I have other matters I must attend to." He nodded at them all before leaving the room. Everyone was quiet until they heard the front door click shut.

Ron was the first one to move. He didn't even look at Harry and Ginny as he stalked out of the room. Hermione sent Harry and Ginny an apologetic look before she walked out after him. The twins just rolled their eyes at their younger brother's behaviour.

"Don't worry, Lovebirds." George said cheerily. "He'll come around eventually."

"He best had do." Ginny growled. Harry squeezed her leg comfortingly. She turned to look into his eyes and they shared a look that communicated one word: Soon.

"Yeah. His poor brain just has to have a little time to adjust. After all, it does work slower than the rest of ours does." Fred added with a superior nod.

"Fred! George!" Molly reprimanded with a glare. While she had agreed with her son on the sleeping issue, she did not agree with his blatant disregard of his younger sister and best friend. The twins just looked innocently at her.

"Well, I best check on Buckbeak." Sirius announced as he stood up and stretched his arms over his head. His shoulder joints gave a loud pop that caused Mrs Weasley to look disapprovingly at him. He sent the young couple a smile and left to go upstairs.

"I need to go and sort out one of the spare bedrooms." Molly said. "Charlie's coming tomorrow and he'll need somewhere to sleep."

"Charlie?" The twins questioned. Molly nodded.

"Yes. I owled him and asked him to come home. Don't worry, dears," she added as she saw the apprehensive look on Harry's face. "I haven't told him anything important, just that I have something to discuss with him about the family."

And with that, she left the room, leaving Harry, Ginny and the twins to chat about the plans for the shop, Quidditch and whatever else came up.

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He was racing down the identical back stone corridors as his heart pounded in his chest. His pants of breath were the only noises that rang out in the small space as he turned yet another corner. His eyes landed on the only door at the end of the corridor; the door he recognised to lead to the Department of Mysteries.

'STOP!' his mind screamed at him, but his feet ignored him as they pounded against the floor, leading him closer and closer to the door. It opened before he even touched it and he found himself in a circular room that he knew only too well. Another door opened for him and he ran through automatically, despite the panic that had started to flood his brain. He had half expected to see the Room of Prophecies, but the room he found himself in was much, much worse than that.

His feet slowed down as he reached the edge of the stairs. His mind fought harder as he slowly and calmly walked down the steep steps- each step composed and calculated, as if he had a purpose, as if he was supposed to walk here at this very moment in time.

He felt his eyes widen as he looked at the archway that stood on the raised dais, it's black, ragged curtain ruffling in an unknown breeze. The closer he got to it, the louder the whispering voices got; many voices all trying to talk at once, until they became an incoherent babble that he couldn't make sense of.

Finally his feet stopped as he stood five feet away from the curtain. The voices grew more urgent, as did his protesting mind that warned him that he shouldn't be here, that he should get away as fast as possible. He knew what was going to happen, and he dreaded it with every fibre of his being. He knew who those voices belonged to and he hoped in vain that they wouldn't seek him out.

Despite what he knew, he was still surprised to see the Sirius Black step out from behind the curtain.

He looked exactly the same as he had the night he died- the same robes, the same long hair, everything was the same. Except for the eyes.

The blank, empty eyes that focused on him, that sucked him in until he could see the deep hatred and betrayal that was hidden underneath, the emotions that the eyes could not unveil.

"It's all your fault, Harry." he whispered in a voice that was as dead as his grey eyes. "It wasn't my time to die, but I did because of you. If you weren't stupid enough to believe that vision, I would still be alive. If you weren't stupid enough to walk right into his trap, I wouldn't have had to come after you. I died and it's all because of you."

Harry's legs trembled, but they didn't move as he desperately wished they would. He stared at the face of his godfather as his mouth let out a slew of protests.

"No.. Didn't mean.. Tried to save you.. Please, understand…" But nothing he said made a difference. Sirius still stared at him, unblinking, as he mouthed his accusations. Harry couldn't tear his eyes away as he wondered why his godfather wasn't making any noise. His question was soon answered as the next person walked through the veil.

The person was stood in a black outfit with stripes of yellow on the t-shirt, a badger engraved on his chest. Parts of the clothing were ripped and a few patches of blood darkened the fabric. The dark eyes stared as blank and dead at Harry as they did the night he died.

"Cedric?" Harry whispered, horrified. The Hufflepuff began to speak to him in a dead voice identical to Sirius'. Beside him, Sirius kept on mouthing his judgmental comments over and over again.

"I died because of you. You told me to take the cup, and I did. But I died, Harry. Died because I listened to you. It's all your fault. You told me to take it."

"No… Please…" Harry's voice cracked as tears began to pour down his face. "I didn't know where it was taking us… I brought you back.. I'm sorry… so sorry…" But Cedric wasn't listening; like Sirius, his voice too disappeared as his mouth continued to form words. Behind him, the veil rippled again.

The figure that emerged was smaller than the others and was dressed in a tea towel, a pair of mismatched socks on his feet and a bobble hat on his head. A silver knife protruded from his chest and dark red blood soaked the grey material. The large tennis ball eyes became another tunnel filled with hatred and disgust for Harry.

"Harry Potter is a bad wizard. Harry Potter said the Dark Lord's name. Dobby always helped Harry Potter, but Harry Potter sent Dobby to his death. Harry Potter let Dobby die for him. Harry Potter is not a great wizard; Harry Potter is a bad wizard."

The strength left Harry's legs and he sank to the floor. He couldn't look away from the eyes, couldn't close his own and escape the words that cut into his heart. He didn't want to see any more.

"Wasn't my fault… Stop… Leave me alone… I tried…" Harry sobbed as yet another person emerged.

Harry thought he was going to be sick as he looked into the unresponsive eyes of Fred Weasley.

"We took you in. Gave you a home. Treated you like a brother. I fought for you. I died for you. If I didn't know you, if you didn't become friends with Ron, I would still be alive. I would still be with George. You killed me, Harry; caused me to die. You ruined Geoge's life and destroyed mine."

He couldn't take it anymore. He clamped his hands over his ears and screamed and sobbed his apologies. It wasn't his fault He tried to help them, tried to save them all!

More people joined the other four, one after another. Some looked fine, but some were covered in blood and scratches. They all had the same vacant gazes that showed no emotion unless he stared at them. They all spoke in monotonous tones, blaming him, hating him.

Sirius, Cedric, Fred, Dobby, Remus, Tonks, Bertha Jorkins, Collin, Severus Snape, Amelia Bones, Emmeline Vance, Mad Eye, Dumbledore and all of those who died in Battle.

"You gave him your blood…"

"I looked out for you… Taught you… and you lead me to my death…"

"You didn't give yourself up…"

"Let us fight… Were too cowardly to hand yourself over…"

"It's all your fault…"

"I protected you all your life…."

"You were my idol… I died for you…"

"STOP! PLEASE! IT WASN'T MY FAULT! I DIDN'T MEAN TO! PLEASE… BELIEVE ME….. I'M SORRY…"

"I died for my baby boy. I could have lived. He gave me a choice, but I had to protect you. He killed me because of you." Lilly Potter's lifeless voice joined the others as she joined them, her fire like hair falling limply around her face.

"Your mother died for you, just as I did. Then you let him take your blood, take your mother's protection. You helped him come back to life and helped him kill all these people." His father continued. He couldn't bear to look at him, at any of them, but his eyes wouldn't shut, wouldn't look away.

They all started to crowd around him now as he cowered away. Their eyes stared at him lifelessly as their mouths created words that faded in and out of existence.

Suddenly, a new voice pierced through the monotone of accusations. This new voice was full of emotion, of disappointment and sadness.

Harry quickly swiveled around to find the source of the new voice and his heart almost stopped as he saw Ginny standing a few feet away from him with a bundle in her arms. He cringed away from the look on her face, which matched her tone of voice exactly, but his eyes still wouldn't allow him to look away.

"We're back in a world with him Harry. You can't protect me. You can't protect our baby. We will die because of you, just like everyone else did. You won't be able to protect us." Tears filled her eyes as she said these words. The bundle in her arms let out a high pitched wail, and she automatically began to rock it in her arms, her eyes still trained on Harry. Her arms fit so perfectly around the baby- his baby- that his heart ached as he knew that she was right. He couldn't help her. She would die and so would the child.

"Ginny… I will protect you… I promise.. Please, help me… I won't let you die… Not you… not the baby… Please…" He begged her in broken sobs. She just shook her head sadly, her mouth saying words that he couldn't hear as the dead bodies of all those who died closed in more closely, blocking his view of her…

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Ginny wandered sleepily downstairs to get a glass of water. She was struggling to sleep again as nausea filled her stomach. She sighed as she grabbed a glass from the cupboard and ran the tap. She hadn't been sleeping very well since they had somehow traveled back in time and she knew it was because she didn't sleep I the same bed as Harry.

Over the years, she had grown used to sharing a bed with her boyfriend, and then husband. She loved waking up in the morning to feeling his arms wrapped around her and felt comforted when she woke from a strange dream or nightmare. He always seemed to know when she needed him, and when the night tremors and terrors got bad, he would always wake up and hold her until she felt safe again.

She leant against the counter and took a sip of her drink. Ginny wondered how Harry was getting on in a separate bed. He had nightmares more often and more violently than she did and she didn't want to be away from hi when it happened. She had always been there to wake him up when he couldn't himself, and the deep bags under his eyes indicated to her that he wasn't sleeping well.

She closed her eyes as the image of Harry flinching at her parting words the first night they were here flooded her mind. 'Hope you sleep well, dear'. Those words were spat at him, and as soon as she had calmed down, Ginny regretted saying them. The comment was uncalled for and she practically threw his nightmares in his face.

She grimaced and was about to take another sip of her drink when a scream ripped through the silence.

The glass slipped from her fingers and smashed as it hit the hard stone floor of the kitchen, but Ginny didn't care as she sprinted out of the room. Her heart was in her chest as she raced up the stairs, as the scream carried on relentlessly. She knew that scream, it was Harry's.

By the time she reached the bedroom he shared with Ron, the rest of the people staying in the house had crowded in the doorway. Mrs Weasley, Sirius and Hermione were standing frozen in the room as Ron tried unsuccessfully to wake Harry up.

"Move!" She growled as she pushed people out of the way and shoved her way through the door. Nobody spared her a glance as they all stared transfixed at Harry whose scream still blared through the air. Ginny's breath caught in her chest as she saw what was happening.

Harry was thrashing around on his back, with his hands covering his ears like a child who didn't want to listen to what someone said, while his legs kicked the mattress and his back arched a little off the bed. His eyes were wide and staring blankly at the roof of the room as his mouth hung open and his shriek ripped out of his throat, occasionally being broken with an awful sob. Sweat and tears mingled on his face and his entire frame was shaking.

"STOP! PLEASE! IT WASN'T MY FAULT! I DIDN'T MEAN TO! PLEASE… BELIEVE ME….. I'M SORRY…" He yelled as she unfroze and climbed onto the bed with him.

"Ginny-" Her mother began to protest, but she quickly shut her mouth when Ginny sent a fierce glare in her direction. Molly sent a quick look at Arthur as though to plead with him to reason with their daughter, but he merely shook his head at her and then turned to watch the young couple closely.

Hermione had started crying as her hands covered her mouth in horrification. Ron, who had abandoned his effort to wake Harry as soon as Ginny entered the room, went to stand besides her and cautiously put his hand on her shoulder. Hermione turned toward him and flung herself in his arms before beginning to sob shakily onto his shoulder. He warily and uncomfortably wrapped his arms around her.

Sirius didn't know what to do. He just stood there, lost, as he watched Ginny move towards the bed. Harry had suddenly taken his arms away from his head and was now frantically clawing at his arms and face, leaving grooves where he had ripped the skin off. Sirius just looked on as he saw blood beginning to seep from the scrapes in his godson's skin, helpless.

After glaring at her mother, Ginny looked down and saw that Harry had started to hurt himself. It was rare for him to do that and it could only mean that this nightmare was worse than usual. She grabbed onto his scratching hands and held them tightly as she trapped them between her right arm and chest. Her other hand came up to stroke his cheek gently as she leaned down close to his face.

"Shush, Harry. It's okay, it's not real. Come back Harry, Come back to me." She gently crooned into his ear, her hand still stroking his cheek. His screaming words continued as he sharply tried to flail his arms, causing Ginny to hold them tighter against her as though to tether him to real life.

"Ginny… I will protect you… I promise.. Please, help me… I won't let you die… Not you… not the baby… Please…" He cried out in a breathless whine that caused Ginny's heart to twist painfully. She blocked out the renewed crying behind her and Remus' question of getting Dumbledore; she just focused on trying to wake Harry up.

"I'm fine, Harry. So is the baby. Everyone's okay. Please wake up. Come back to me Harry." She pleaded as she interluded her gentle stroking with a few sharp taps to his cheek. "Come one, Harry. Wake up. Wake up for me, love."

Harry's screams had stopped but now he was bawling loudly. His eyes were still wide open and he was still shaking, though his thrashing was practically nonexistent.

"Wake up Harry." Ginny said once again as she punctuated her words with a last sharp tap on the side of Harry's face. The Boy-Who-Lived chocked on his sobs as he jerked away from the contact. He began to drag in sharp gasps like he had just been saved from drowning in his chilling thoughts. His eyes blinked sluggishly as his mind gripped onto the reality that surrounded him and not the bleak images he had just been immersed in.

He sat up quickly, causing Ginny to move out of the way a little before he knocked his head into hers. Several of the people crowding the room gasped as Harry's eyes roamed the room until they landed on Ginny's face. With a small cry of relief, he flung himself at her, his arms wrapping around her stomach as he pressed his face into her chest and gathered in sharp, breathless gasps. Ginny wrapped her arm around his shoulder and cradled his head, running her hand through his hair like a mother comforting her child.

"Shhhh, it's okay. It's okay." She whispered to him as she placed a kiss on his head.

"They were blaming me… telling me it was all my fault.. And you were there… telling me I c-couldn't… couldn't protect you." He panted out. Ginny merely nodded her head and whispered more assurances in his ear.

Remus, Tonks, Sirius, Mr and Mrs Weasley, Ron and Hermione watched as they couple wrapped themselves around each other, ignoring them all as if they weren't in the room.

"Come on, let's go back to bed." Arthur quietly, but firmly, said as he began to tug his wife out of the door.

"But…" She protested weakly as she looked back at the teens on the bed.

"No, Molly." Arthur gently said. "We'll talk about this later. Ginny's got everything under control." Molly glanced at the pair again before sighing in resignation and following her husband out of the bedroom. Hermione followed, and so did Ron. He decided he would sleep somewhere else tonight- if he was actually capable of sleeping after all of this.

"Come on, Sirius." Remus murmured to his almost catatonic friend. "Bedtime." And with that Remus and Tonks dragged him out of the room also, leaving the two time travelers on peace.

"It wasn't your fault, Harry. None of it." Ginny whispered as she began to rock him back and forth a little.

"But they were telling me that. All of them. They were staring at me with their eyes… oh, god, Gin, their eyes…" Harry moaned out.

"It's not real. They don't blame you for anything." She answered. Harry nodded in absent agreement.

"Then you were there," He continued. "And you were telling me that you were going to die as well because I couldn't protect you. You were looking at me so sadly, with James in your arms…"

"James?" Ginny asked, a hopeful tone in her gentle voice. "See. I told you it was a boy! I told- oh!"

"What? What's wrong?" Harry almost shouted in his panic that was caused by Ginny's sudden exclamation. He looked up at the red head and saw the shocked and slightly awed look on her face. "Ginny?"

Ginny snapped out of her shock at Harry's frantic tone. She grinned widely at him as tears gathered in her eyes. "Someone wants to say hello." She whispered as she took her husband's hand and laid it down on her stomach.

Harry looked at her stomach in confusion for a moment before his eyes widened as he realised what had happened.

As his hand lay gently on his wife's stomach, Harry had felt a small, yet firm nudge that seemed to come from the inside.

His breath caught as he felt the movement and looked up at the chocolate brown eyes that were staring lovingly at his hand.

"Was that…" He trailed off as he swallowed the sudden lump that had formed in his throat. Ginny nodded, then replied in a soft voice that cracked with emotion.

"Yeah. Little James wanted to say hello to his daddy."

Harry let out a breathless, shocked chuckle. "Hello baby James." He whispered recently as he rubbed his hand over the slightly protruding bump of Ginny's stomach. He looked up as a large grin spread across his face.

Ginny's hair was messy from sleep, her eyes slightly reddened by tears she wouldn't let fall and her face was flushed. But Harry thought she was the most stunning thing in the world as he leant up to give her a passionate kiss. Her sparkling eyes that were filled with laughter and love and the smile that graced her lips was what made her more beautiful than all of the stars that twinkled in the universe.

It was the tender look she was giving him, as well as the blissful feeling of having proof that he had indeed created a new life that made Harry glad that she was here to chase the nightmares away.

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A/N 2: Well, this didn't quite go where I wanted it too….. I thought it would work out differently than it did :D I'm happy with it though!

It isn't as long as the previous chapter, but it is longer than my first three were. I had more things planned for this chapter, but it just seemed perfect to stop there. Next chapter will be longer, hopefully!

Also, from what I remember from my GCSE Child Development class, a foetus begins to move around, kick and stretch inside the womb at about 10 weeks, but the mother cannot feel it. As Ginny is about 14 weeks along at this moment in the story's timeline, I would assume that they will be able to feel the baby kick. Plus, from stories I've heard from members of my family (which is v. large, as my mum is one of 12!), some baby's can be felt kicking at just before 4 months.

Oh, and what do you think the perfect song for Harry is? I think Numb by Linkin Park, or maybe even Hero by Skillet. I just think they're well suited for him. What about you?

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