The sun had not yet emerged from the horizon. Every soul in the castle was quiet. All but two. In the Gryffindor tower, a fire was burning. In front of it sat a girl wrapped in a blanket with bloodshot eyes. Her hair trailed down her face, sticking to her cheeks through the tears. A hand lay protectively upon her belly which had not yet started to grow.
Ginny Weasley was a smart girl. She grew up in a home with six older brothers.
Even though she was the only girl, she was also the youngest. Everyone expected her to not only live up the expectations that her brothers had set for her but also to exceed them all. Naturally, she took on the challenge. She was determined to be better than all of them, to prove that she was not just a little girl. Ginny is tough. Years of torment had left her with a hard shell. Emotions were not something she showed willingly. She thought of them as a weakness.
But right now, Ginny didn’t feel strong. She didn’t feel safe. She felt alone. Depressed. Anxious. Nervous. All the years trying to be better and never did she think she would be in this position now. She put on a happy face, pretending that this is something she wanted. She thought she was being smart in preparing for everything. There was nothing perfect about this situation, but being the smart girl she is, she worked it all out. But inside she knew that this was not something she wanted. She knew that this was not something she was prepared for. There is only so much she could do. At the end of the day, she had no idea how to raise a baby, being the baby herself. She didn’t know how this baby would fit into her life. She is giving up everything, all of her dreams. And for what? A little ball of slobber and spit up, and some nasty diapers that she didn’t know how to change.
She read all the books, wizard and muggle alike. There was nothing in any of the books that helped her with this situation. Sure, there was stuff that helped her learn things about the baby, and even what she would experience during the pregnancy. But there was nothing in any of the books that helped her deal with the fact that she didn’t know who the father was. Was it Dean? A quick fling and some fun times. All he was good for was excitement. He never cared about what she wanted or how she was feeling. He wanted to have fun. And she gave in often. Was it Harry? He was always so caring. He loves her and will take care of her. But he also doesn’t understand that she needs to fly and enjoy herself, not just sit around. She had no idea. The timeline adds up for Dean more than Harry, but how would she really know? She won’t until the end.
Neither of them even knows yet. Well, Dean won’t know. He isn’t a part of her life anymore, but Harry. Harry needs to know. He needs to know that she is having a baby, and also that it might not be his. How exactly can she break that to him? He will be so happy, and then she will have to crush him. It’s a numbing blow for sure.
“Hi, baby,” Ginny didn’t know if she was crazy or not, talking to her unborn child. But she needed someone. “I know I don’t say it to you. And I keep thinking about how it would be without you. But that’s about to change. Even though you weren’t expected, I am still going to love you. You will be my first. Hopefully, for a while, my only. But there are some things you need to know about me.
"I’m not perfect. I’m not married. I don’t have a job. Actually, I’m still in school. I know, crazy, right? You came into my life this summer. That means you will be a spring baby! You will love all of the beautiful flowers and the pretty skies and the warm weather when you are born. It’s weird to think that I will be a mom in a few short months. But I will be the best mom I can be to you. The only problem is you may not have a daddy. You have one, but I’m not sure who. We will figure it out. Don’t you worry. I just really wish I knew who your daddy was so he can be a part of your life, too.”
“You’re pregnant?” A whisper behind Ginny made her spin around so fast that too much blood rushed to her head. She held her head in pain, and hoped that he didn’t hear that last part. He placed a hand on her shoulder and lifted her face so that he could look straight into her eyes.
Ginny didn’t want to see his face. She wanted to curl up into a tight ball and become invisible. But there he was. His green eyes penetrating her soul and all she could do was give a slight nod. A few tears swept down her cheek and into his palm.
Harry looked at her in shock, before the truth sunk in. I’m going to be a father. I’m a dad. He didn’t know what to say, but a smile crept onto his face. He didn’t expect it, but it was one of the happiest moments in his life. Ginny looked at him in shock. Was he actually happy? Harry leaned in and gave her a longing kiss. He held her there for a second so she could feel all of the love he had for her.
“What are you doing here?” Ginny looked at him, confused as to why he was in the common room at this hour.
“I wanted to check up on you. Hermione left earlier pretty upset and I know you two were talking. Is this what you were talking about?”
Once again, Ginny just gave a little nod to answer his question. She didn’t trust her words right now. All she wanted to do was scream out, “You might not be the father! Don’t get your hopes up too high just yet!” But she couldn’t (or rather, wouldn’t?) ruin his happiness. If he was happy, she was too.
“Don’t worry about her. You know how she is, traditional and all. She is probably just confused. I’ll talk to her for you. She will see clearly soon enough.”
Ginny just gave a slight smile. She knew Hermione was just concerned about her. And that she had made a good point. But Ginny couldn’t forgive her just yet. There was too much going on. She couldn’t deal with the negativity that came with her best friend. Maybe she was a little harsh in calling off their friendship, but it was what had to be done at the time. One day they will be friends again. Ginny was sure of it.
Right now, though, it was just her and Harry. That’s all that was needed to ease her mind and let her drift into a nice slumber. He didn’t need to know about the parentage of the baby. Not just yet.
Sorry for the long wait!! With the holidays and school, I haven't had time to write. I'm working on the next chapter. It shoudn't take long to finish. I'm thinking 30 chapters for this story.This is just a filler chapter, but it gives a little insight to the other side of the story. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Is there any character you would like to see in the story more? I already have my base storyline down, and it's a good one! Rate and review please!!