Harry apparated back to Grimmauld Place after the longest day that he ever had at the Ministry. It had been brutal. The trainees had the first part of their end of term exams today and they had been exhausting. The Ministry decided that they should sit their written portion all in one day (today) and the practical exam portion would be tomorrow. He was glad that tomorrow would be his last day for a month; he desperately needed a rest.
Harry collapsed into the chair nearest the fireplace and closed his eyes, wanting nothing more than to just relax for a bit before heading upstairs to soak in the bathtub.
Kreacher brought him a bit of dinner as Harry sat in his chair, and he thanked him.
“Master has had a letter from Miss Weasley today.”
“OK, thanks. I’ll bring it upstairs with me. Good night, Kreacher.”
“Good night, Master Harry.”
Harry grabbed the tray with his dinner and the letter from Ginny and headed up the stairs to his bedroom. He put the tray on his desk, kicked off his shoes, socks and robes. He took the letter and a sandwich from the tray, and headed to the bathroom. While the hot water ran in the tub, Harry finished off his sandwich, then submerged himself in the water and visibly relaxed. He closed his eyes and nearly fell asleep, the scalding water felt so good.
After relaxing for a few minutes, he wiped his hands dry, and grabbed Ginny’s letter.
Unfurling it slowly, he got through the first sentence and was glad to hear that she was feeling better, and that wasn’t sick any longer. It was the second sentence that made his shoulders tense up again. He didn’t like it when she had to tell him to have an open mind – nothing good ever followed that statement. She immediately had his attention, and he kept reading.
Despite the hot water, a fierce chill ran down Harry’s body when he finished the first paragraph. Pregnant?! Ginny was pregnant?!
Two emotions were fighting for dominance in Harry’s mind: extreme joy about Ginny carrying his child, and apprehension that her Dad was going to kill him. But, for right now, joy was definitely winning.
He couldn’t fight the smile that spread across his face, and the chill that had run through his body a moment ago was all but forgotten. It had been quickly replaced with a warmth that he had never felt before.
‘A family’ he thought, and let out a very contented sigh. He was going to have a family with the love of his life, and although the timing wasn’t perfect, that didn’t diminish his absolute joy about the situation. Harry calmed down as much as he could, and read through the rest of Ginny’s letter, wanting to know now more than ever if she was alright. Was she happy about this or freaking out?
‘I’m terrified, but at the same time quite excited, really …….. I am already so in love with your child……. I know that I shouldn’t be smiling right now, but I can’t seem to help it………’
He finished her letter with tears in his eyes. She was OK with it! She was in love with his child, that’s what she had said! His child! His baby was growing inside Ginny at this very moment, he couldn’t believe it. She was six weeks pregnant already, no wonder she had been feeling so ill. He wished that he had known when he was there two weeks ago! Oh, how they would have celebrated!
He was going to be a Daddy. Harry Potter, a father…
It didn’t take him long to let the water out of the tub, dry himself off and collapse onto his bed. He lay there all night with a smile on his face, dreaming even more than he usually did about his and Ginny’s future. He could see their child perfectly in his mind.
He hoped it would be a girl who looked just like Ginny, with long flaming red hair and her fiery personality to match. She would be beautiful, and loved beyond measure.
He was awake before the alarm clock had a chance to ring the next morning.
He showered quickly and ate breakfast and was in Diagon Alley a few minutes before the stores opened. He walked down the alley, greeting friends and store owners as he went, and stopped at a small store on the edge of the lane. He had twenty minutes to shop and get to the Ministry before the practical portion of his exams began.
Four times throughout the day, Ron pulled Harry aside and asked him what was going on with him. Harry told him nothing, though. This was a beautiful secret just between him and Ginny for the moment. He could put off Ron’s outrage indefinitely, though. Harry wasn’t looking forward to that.
As soon as Harry came home that night, he took his dinner upstairs once again, and began his letter to Ginny.
Bright and early the next morning, Ginny was woken up by a light tapping on the window. She turned to find Helena hovering outside, and Ginny hurried to the window to let her in. The owl swooped in and landed on Ginny’s bed, looking particularly tired. Ginny noticed a box had been tied to her leg along with a roll of parchment, and she smiled. Ginny figured that it was a good omen that Harry had sent her something; maybe he wasn’t too mad at her. She hurried to untie the box and parchment, and stroked Helena’s feathers for a few minutes, trying to put off the moment that she would have to read Harry’s letter a little longer.
The owl nibbled the treats Ginny gave to her, nipped at Ginny’s fingers affectionately, and flew from the dorm, heading towards the owlery. Ginny was glad that the rest of her dorm-mates were still asleep, she wanted a little privacy while she read this particular letter.
She laid the box next to her and with shaking hands, tried to unroll the parchment as quietly as possible. She took a sharp intake of breath as she read…
Are you alright? Is Madame Pomfrey taking care of you?
That being said, I love you so much. I can’t believe this is happening! I’m going to be a Dad, and mostly all I can think about is your father is going to kill me!
I won’t lie, reading your letter, my heart nearly stopped. I think we’re way too young and completely not ready, but I am so incredibly happy! I know what you mean about being terrified and thrilled at the same time. What are we going to do?! I dread telling your parents.
I have sent you something with Helena, I hope that package wasn’t too much for her to carry. It’s just a little thing to let you know I’m with you always. I wish I was there with you to rub your belly. I can’t wait to see the tiny bump. I want so much to be there being the one taking care of you.
I’m very sorry that this happened right now, the timing stinks, but this baby will be so incredibly loved. I love it already. Shall we nickname it something? It doesn’t feel right to keep calling the baby “it.”
We have each other, we have a house and we have money, what else do we need? I love you with all of my heart, and thank you for making me a Daddy. Is it completely sappy that I’m tearing up right now?
She didn’t realize that she was holding her breath until she came to the last word, and she exhaled sharply. Her hands were shaking so hard, and tears flowed freely from her eyes. She grabbed the letter and the box that came with it, shoved her feet into some slippers next to her bed, and headed down the stairs and out the portrait hole.
She waited until she reached the front doors, before she let her emotions go.
She fell to the ground beneath their tree by the lake, and read his letter twice more. He loved her and he loved their baby! Ginny was unbelievably relieved. He was OK with this, thank God!
She wiped the tears from her eyes, and turned her attention to the small box sitting beside her. She unwrapped it carefully, and opened the top. Inside, on a bed of blue velvet was the most beautiful sterling silver baby rattle that Ginny had ever seen. It was about four inches long and shone brilliantly in the early morning sunshine. Ginny took it in her hands, a smile breaking across her face. But, that smile was nothing compared to the one she had when she turned the rattle over.
Harry had had it engraved for her. It simply said, “thank you” but that said it all, Ginny knew exactly what he meant. The goose bumps ran unchecked down Ginny’s arms. It was beyond her comprehension how much she loved this man.
Ginny sat underneath their tree thinking of Harry and their baby until her teeth were chattering from the cold. She reluctantly got up and went back inside, her hand running over her still flat belly absentmindedly as she walked, the smile never leaving her face. Her day could not get any better. She tucked the rattle into the front compartment of her school bag. She felt better knowing that it would go with her wherever she went all day long.
Oh, my God, you don’t know how relieved I was to get your letter. I had nightmares that you would be so angry. I’m glad that you’re excited about it! Me, too, Harry, me, too.
It’s not sappy at all that you were tearing up; I do it all the time now! Thank you so much for the tiny silver rattle! That was the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen. I carry it around with me wherever I go and look at it constantly. I absolutely love it. You are going to spoil this child rotten, aren’t you? The first gift of many, I’m guessing – but I love it!
The timing should work out, I think. I finish school in May and the baby will be born in July, just like his Daddy. I will probably still be fat for our wedding, but who cares, right?! We’ll take it with us on our honeymoon (our first family vacation – haha).
Yes, I think a nickname would be a good idea. How about puker, since that’s all I did for the past six weeks. I’ve lost so much weight, but I won’t be thin for long! How about something random like “pea,” (because that’s about the size of it right now, too) what do you think? Something cute and funny, and people will have no idea what we’re talking about.
Yes, I see Madame Pomfrey regularly, and for now she has agreed not to tell anyone about this. She is leaving it to me to talk with Professor McGonagall (it’s still so strange to call her “Headmistress”) when I’m ready. I think that I’ll wait until after Christmas break, so that I can tell my parents first. Madame Pomfrey has given me vitamins to take, and has also given me a potion to control the morning sickness, thank goodness.
I am feeling much more like myself, and have gotten back to task with my classes, so you can tell Hermione to stop tattling on me.
So far so good. I love having this delicious little secret for now, Harry. Just between you and me.
I’ll see you in two weeks, Harry, I love you.
Ginny had arranged to meet with Madame Pomfrey once a week at night to make sure that everything was going smoothly. Ginny was feeling amazing now, no more morning sickness, and she definitely had “the glow” that everyone always talked about. Hermione quizzed her endlessly, but Ginny told her that she was just happy to be feeling better. Ginny didn’t want to share this with anyone but Harry for now. She wanted to enjoy the happiness before she told her parents and they destroyed that.
If a father-to-be could have a “glow,” too, Harry would have it. He went around all day long smiling. In the middle of reading a book, or watching TV, Harry’s mind would drift to Ginny and their baby, and he would just smile. He couldn’t help himself. In a year, Harry went from having nothing, to having a fiancé and a baby on the way. He shook his head in disbelief.
At the Burrow one day, Ron cornered Harry on the stairs as they made their way up to his room. “OK, mate, you have to tell me what’s going on! You’re driving me absolutely mad smiling all the time and with that sappy look on your face. It can’t be that my sister is that good a kisser, so spill!”
Harry couldn’t help but laugh at Ron. “It’s nothing, really! I just can’t believe how happy I am. This is a completely new experience for me, Ron, so can you just let me enjoy it for a while?” Harry smiled.
Ron squinted his eyes at Harry and did not look convinced. “I don’t get it, Harry, but whatever, I guess.”
Harry smiled as they continued walking. “Really, it’s annoying,” said Ron. Harry just laughed.
His thoughts were completely consumed with Ginny and their baby. He couldn’t believe how quickly his life had changed.
He wrote to Gin that night, allowing himself to be caught up in her once again.
I’ve been thinking, how would you feel if we had a simple ceremony before pea is born? I don’t want him/her being born without us being properly married. What do you think? We will absolutely have the wedding that your Mum is planning, and really, nobody has to know but us. I just want us to be Mr. and Mrs. when we fill out the birth certificate.
I can’t believe how real pea is for me already. I am already running through the next few years in my mind thinking about him/her growing up and who pea will look like (I hope it’s you, love).
Any bump yet? I’m glad that you’re feeling better, Madame Pomfrey is a wonder. It feels like I spent more time in the hospital wing then I ever did in the dorm. Make sure she keeps you and pea healthy and safe.
Isn’t it crazy that two weeks ago I didn’t even know pea existed, and now I can’t wait for him to get here? He’s going to change everything, but in such a great way. What will you do about your career? I don’t want you to feel like you have no options, so let’s talk about it over Christmas, agreed?
Seven days until you’re in my arms again, love!
I’ll meet you at King’s Cross.
The past week had been extremely busy for Ginny. Her end of semester exams were coming up, and she and Hermione had been studying during every break they had. Ginny was silently grateful that Hermione was such a die-hard student; it made it much easier for Ginny to stay on task and not completely lose her focus to Harry and pea.
She really liked the idea of getting married before pea was born, and was grateful that Harry would even think of it.
Ginny took a minute on Wednesday morning to reply to Harry. She couldn’t wait to see him again, only three days left.
I think a simple ceremony before pea is born is a good idea. I know how you feel about him being born before we’re married, so yes, let’s do it. Maybe early June? Nope, no bump yet – don’t wish that on me too soon, love.
We had our second Quidditch match last weekend and we lost to Ravenclaw. It was really close, but the final score was 180 to 160. Their seeker and I were inches apart when his fingers closed over the snitch! I couldn’t believe it. But, we’re still in first place for now, with Slytherin in second and Ravenclaw in third, but we’re all within 40 points of each other, so it’s anyone’s cup right now. We face Slytherin on January 21st.
These last two days before we leave for break are going to be excruciating! All of our professors are testing us on the semester’s work, so everyone has been up late reviewing. I can’t keep me eyes open anymore, so I’ve been studying in between naps! I’ll get my semester grades the second week of break.
I’m glad that you’re going to meet me at King’s Cross. Three days! I just want to be with you so much, I want you to hold me as tight as possible!! I love you.
Her last final exam finished, Ginny spent her last night of term packing her trunk for home. She couldn’t wait to get home tomorrow. She and Harry were going to have two uninterrupted weeks together before Harry had to return to Auror training, and she would be home until January 15th. She was very ready to get home and relax for a while.
She had spent a few minutes with Madame Pomfrey this afternoon, the Healer insisting on a final check up before Ginny’s break. Everything was progressing nicely with pea, and she sent Ginny home with a vial of vitamins and urged her to take it easy for a while. Ginny was more than willing to take it easy, as long as Harry was with her.
She was so fidgety during the entire ride on the Hogwart’s Express the following day. All she wanted to do was feel Harry’s arms around her. It would be the first time that they would see each other since learning about pea, and Ginny couldn’t wait. She kept glancing out the window, wishing for the train to hurry up.
Harry had spent the past two weeks enjoying his break. He read and shopped and visited the Burrow often. He couldn’t wait for Ginny to get home; he always felt better when he knew she was near.
Harry spent all day on the 19th trying to kill time. He had to waste five hours before he could go to King’s Cross to collect Ginny. He had cleared it with the Weasley’s that he would pick her up, as long as he agreed to bring her right back to the Burrow for dinner.
He showered slowly then straightened up his bedroom. He tried to read again, but couldn’t concentrate. Finally, he gave up and decided to walk around Diagon Alley before heading to the train station.
He flooed to the Burrow, and he and Ron went together. They spent some time laughing with George at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, and went to eat at the Leaky Cauldron and then finally ended up at Quality Quidditch Supplies and walked around for a while. Ron thought that Harry was nuts when he stopped at a stand outside of Fortiscue’s and bought Ginny a large bouquet of multi-colored roses.
“You two drive me mad, and it makes me look bad to Hermione,” complained Ron.
“There’s nothing saying that you can’t think of Hermione once in a while and buy her something nice, too,” said Harry seriously. “It might make up a little bit for her birthday.”
“Ugh, please don’t remind me of that,” said Ron. “And, definitely don’t remind HER of that.”
Harry laughed. Hermione had been punishing Ron, good-naturedly ever since September. “Come on, let’s get moving.”
“Yeah, I’m ready to go,” said Ron.
They made it to King’s Cross with fifteen minutes to spare, according to Harry’s watch. They both leaned against the wall between platforms 9 and 10 and gently fell through. In seconds, they were standing on the platform, with a throng of others waiting for the student’s return.
Harry and Ron walked over to Neville who was speaking with Mr. Lovegood. The friends conversed easily until they saw the train making its way down the tracks, slowing its pace and finally exhaling a huge burst of steam as its engines shut down and quieted.
All of the doors to the compartments flew open, and the platform was immediately crowded with kids who were once again dressed in their muggle clothing. Harry scanned the crowd impatiently, hungry to see Ginny again.
Ginny opened the compartment door, and let Luna and Hermione exit first. “I’ll be right there,” she said to them as they left and nodded to her. Ginny wanted to separate herself from them for a bit. She wanted her first meeting with Harry to be a somewhat private moment; as private as it could be with hundreds of kids and their parents milling about.
As the crowd began to thin a bit, Ginny stepped from the train, and immediately saw his face. He had been walking down the platform, looking into each compartment for her. He saw her step out, and was running towards her in an instant. He stopped when he got within two feet from her, and she just stared at him and smiled. He returned the smile, and advanced towards her slowly.
He took her gently in his arms and held her there for a minute before pulling away and kissing her gently on the lips. He looked down at her flat belly, and caressed it tenderly with his fingertips and smiled. He looked up into her eyes and what he saw there was a reflection of his own, he was sure. Ginny’s eyes were filled with a deep tenderness, and tears were threatening to overflow.
They grinned at each other and began to laugh. “I love you so much, Gin,” said Harry.
“We love you, too,” she said in return, and Harry heart stopped at her comment. “We,” he said softly, and she nodded. The smile that broke across his face was the most beautiful thing that Ginny had ever seen.
“You look great, I think pea is agreeing with you,” Harry told her. She smiled, “It sounds so nice when you say ‘pea’,” said Ginny.
“I missed you,” he said as he handed her the flowers, and she gave him a kiss in return. “Thank you, they’re beautiful.”
They turned and started walking down the platform, Harry’s arm wrapped tightly around Ginny’s waist, levitating her trunk behind them. They met up with Ron and Hermione and Luna and Neville and talked for a bit before Harry apparated to the Burrow with Ginny, Ron and Hermione right behind them.
Dinner at the Burrow that night was a lot of fun for all of them. Mrs. Weasley was in her element, cooking for everyone. Mrs. Weasley was never happier then when she was surrounded by people that she could fuss over.
Harry and Ginny sat next to each other, and touched whenever possible, whether it was a simple touch on the leg, fingers glancing past each other, or several times when Harry couldn’t resist her proximity, and pulled Ginny close to his side. They were so happy together it was almost palpable and everyone that night could feel it. Thankfully, the others didn’t know the depth of their joy.
After Ginny had helped her Mum clear the dishes and set up for dessert, she grabbed Harry’s hand and pulled him into the backyard. “We have to be careful, love,” she said, guiding Harry into the path leading to the orchard.
“What do you mean?” said Harry, concerned, looking around.
“I don’t want to give anything away until we’ve told my parents.”
“Oh,” he said exhaling, relaxing slightly. “Why? Do you think they know about pea?”
“No, it’s not that. But, I don’t know. I just feel like they can tell that something is up with us.”
“Hmm,” said Harry. “Alright, what should we do?”
“I don’t know, I guess just try not to be too happy, if that makes any sense?” said Ginny.
Harry chuckled. “Then we can’t be around each other much, huh? I can’t seem to help it when we’re together.”
She smiled, too. “I know what you mean, but when we’re here, we have to be conscience of the people around us.”
“I’ll try. But, if that’s the case, let’s spend a lot of time at my place where we don’t have to hide it.”
“That sounds good to me. Let’s get past the New Year, and then we’ll tell Mum and Dad, OK?”
“Absolutely, I like having the secret for a while longer, anyway.”
Ginny smiled, “Me, too.”
For the next week, Harry and Ginny got into the Christmas spirit. They spent an entire day in London and Diagon Alley shopping for gifts for Ginny’s family and their friends and by the 23rd, they were all finished. Harry attempted to help Ginny wrap all of the gifts, but gave up after he ruined the third package. After that, he resigned himself to handing Ginny strips of scotch tape as she folded and smoothed the paper.
They helped the Weasley’s decorate the Burrow with Ron and Hermione, and then on the 24th, Ginny went to Grimmauld Place and decorated there with Harry alone. They spent all morning picking out the perfect tree, and then most of the rest of the day decorating it.
Harry had spent the two weeks before Ginny came home shopping for ornaments and lights and decorations to put throughout the house. Kreacher had taken to decorating the upstairs, leaving Harry and Ginny alone in the library decorating the tree.
She loved that he bought tons of lights for the tree; they were Ginny’s favorite part. The only disagreement they had was whether to finish the tree with tinsel or garland. Ginny won out and the tinsel looked beautiful. They finished his tree around 4:30PM, and pulled his couch in front of the tree and the fireplace, and they both sat in the darkness watching the beautiful lights flash and the ornaments sparkle. Kreacher brought sandwiches and mugs of hot cider for them, and retreated back to the kitchen.
“We’ll get better ornaments next year,” said Harry.
“They’re perfect, Harry,” said Ginny. “You know what? We can start collecting them from all of the places we visit.”
“That’s a good idea, then we can remember every year when we pull them out where we’ve been.”
Ginny sat back on the couch tucking her legs under her, and Harry folded her into his arms. She said, “It’s going to be so different for us next year, huh?”
“Yeah, but it’s going to be incredible. We’ll have toys everywhere and wrapping paper wadded up in every corner. It’ll be great!” said Harry.
Ginny laughed out loud at his enthusiasm, trying to picture it in her mind as she looked around the room. “I guess we should enjoy the peace and quiet while we have it, huh?”
“We’ll love the noise and chaos, too,” said Harry.
“Yeah, we will.” She agreed contentedly.
She laid down with her head in his lap, her head turned towards the tree, small smile on her lips. Harry ran his fingers through her hair, and with the other hand he stroked her stomach. “No bump yet, huh?”
“Nope, not yet,” said Ginny, as she closed her eyes. A few minutes later, her breathing became deep and even.
He looked down at her beautiful face. “Gin, are you awake?” Harry asked softly. No reply came from her.
Harry said softly, “I want you to know that I will be the best Dad I can for our baby, Gin. I don’t have a lot of experience being around good men, except for your Dad and a few months with Sirius, but I’m hoping it’s in my genes. Somehow, I’ll make it through, and I’ll know you’ll be there to help me. You’re going to be a fantastic Mum. You’re so naturally loving and nurturing. Our kid is going to be so lucky to have you. I love pea so much already, isn’t it crazy? But, I’m so scared that I’m going to do something wrong.” He paused and looked down at her again, “Don’t ever leave me, Gin, I don’t think I could take it. Now that I know how good life can be with you, I can’t imagine living without you. I love you with everything I have and more than I can ever tell you.”
He leaned his head back with a sigh, staring at the blinking tree lights.
Inside, Ginny was trembling; she heard everything that Harry said.
On Christmas day, Harry spent the entire day at the Burrow with the Weasley’s and Hermione. Bill and Fleur were there, as were Charlie and George. It was a large group, and Mrs. Weasley didn’t stop smiling all day long. After lunch, all of them went into the orchard and played Quidditch for hours. They laughed constantly and had a fantastic day. It was unusually warm out and the sun was shining.
Harry and Ginny made everyone gag as they stopped repeatedly in the air to steal a kiss from each other. It didn’t help matters that they weren’t on the same team.
“See what I mean?” Ron said. “They’re so annoying!” Everyone laughed, including Harry and Ginny as they headed back to the ground, Harry’s team victorious. Only Hermione scowled at Ron, she thought he could take a few pointers from Harry and Ginny.
A few minutes before dinner was ready, Harry took Gin’s hand and led her up to her room. They entered and he closed the door behind them.
“I want to give you your present,” said Harry.
“OK, does it involve you getting naked?”
Harry laughed out loud. “Nope, not this time.”
“Damn,” said Ginny, smiling, too.
They sat on her bed and he handed her a small box wrapped in Santa paper. She smiled at his attempt at wrapping her gift; it was a mess, but she appreciated the effort.
She smiled as she took the delicate necklace from the case and held it in her hands. It was a small white gold open heart, with the profile of a father, mother and baby, the baby in its mother’s arms within the heart. It was perfect.
“Harry,” was all Ginny could manage to squeak out. She threw her arms around him and held him close. “I love it, it’s beautiful; you, me and pea.”
He nodded, and fastened it around her neck, hiding it for now beneath the collar of her shirt. “I’m glad you like it. There’s something else, too.” Harry pulled out another small box, wrapped in the same sad wrapping.
“The necklace would have been enough!” She opened the gift. “Wow, Harry, it’s so beautiful.” Inside was a white gold ring with three stones, one perfect, round ruby set in the center flanked on either side by diamonds. It fit perfectly on her middle finger.
She leaned in and kissed him. She knew without him having to say it that this represented them as a family as well. Pea’s birthstone will be a ruby. “You are unbelievable, so romantic and way too generous, but I really love it, thank you.” She touched his cheek. “My gift for you isn’t nearly as romantic,” said Ginny.
“I love it already,” said Harry and Ginny laughed. “What is it?”
Ginny went to her closet and pulled out four packages for Harry. “These are all for me?”
“Yup,” said Ginny.
Harry smiled in return. “You’re going to spoil me.”
“I sincerely hope so.”
When Harry was finished opening everything, he sat back and glanced at Ginny, overwhelmed by her generosity. In his pile of gifts was a new brown leather jacket, leather gloves, a beautiful first edition copy of Harry’s favorite book and very soft, fine gauge cashmere scarf.
“I can’t believe you did all this. I love them all!”
Ginny smiled, “I’m glad. I’ve been saving for a long time, but it’s worth it to see the look on your face.”
“I love them, thank you,” said Harry, leaning in for a kiss. “If I knew you were going to go crazy, I would have been glad to lavish you with many more gifts.”
“No, what you got for me is perfect, it’s all I want.”
“Dinner!!” They heard Mrs. Weasley call from the kitchen, and they both sighed, wanting to be alone for the moment. Harry stood and pulled Ginny up from the bed and into his arms. “Thank you for pea. That’s the most perfect gift of all.”
Ginny pulled him closer still, and then released him and they walked down to dinner together.
For the next week, Harry and Ginny spent nearly every waking hour together, and mostly at Grimmauld Place. Ginny would shower and have breakfast, and then make a quick departure for Harry’s place. They would watch movies or take long walks through London talking about pea and the wedding, but whatever they were doing, they were never far from the other. Harry wanted Ginny to rest and he wanted to keep his eye on her.
They took down the decorations on New Year’s Eve, and Ginny was sorry to see them go. She just kept thinking about how different Christmas here next year was going to be. She could envision it all, the baby would be five months old by then, and would be surrounded by anything Harry could get his hands on to buy for him/her.
Harry would talk about getting rid of this house from time to time and buying their own, but Ginny was hoping that he would change his mind. She was growing to love this house.
Harry and Ginny were going to have a quiet dinner alone together tonight to celebrate the New Year. Ginny wanted to spend as much time as possible with Harry because the day after tomorrow, they were having dinner here with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley to tell them the news about pea. Ginny had a feeling that their happiness was about to come to an abrupt end.