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Chapter Three-Ginny’s P.O.V

I woke up the next morning feeling apprehensive. I was going out for the first time in seven months. I had been too unhappy and self-conscious to even put one foot out off the door, but this time I had no choice. The baby was due soon and I hadn’t even got a pram or clothes.

I stretched my arms and gave a huge yawn. I peeled off the quilt covers and sat on the edge of the bed, putting my feet into my fluffy green slippers. I waddled out of the door and into the bathroom where I caught my reflection in the mirror. I looked so different that I barely recognised myself. I hadn’t even bothered to take care of my appearance the past few months, let alone examine myself in the mirror.

“My God! I look dead!” I gasped, edging towards the mirror so I could look closer at my pale face and chubby body. I couldn’t go out with greasy hair and so many spots that I looked like a pizza! I ran myself a bath and poured in some of my lavender scented bath cream that I saved for special occasions. I clambered in rather ungracefully and felt a warm and relaxing sensation as I let the bubbles glide over my dry skin. I felt so calm and stress-free, something which I hadn’t felt in a long time.

After I had a good soak and a thorough hair wash, I decided that I had to do something about my hideous spots. I raided my chest of draws and slapped on a bit of make-up. It didn’t cover them up completely but they looked much better. Feeling a little more confident, I opened my wardrobe and hunted for some loose-fitting clothes. I found some elasticised navy-blue jogging bottoms and a sweater to match. Not very fashionable, I know, but at least it covered my stretch mark infested stomach. Then I charmed my hairbrush to comb my hair into a high pony tail and as I made my way back into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I looked at my reflection again and found the old me (well, almost old me) staring back. “Much better,” I told myself.

I rushed downstairs and heard mom and Hermione talking in the kitchen. They appeared to be arguing about something so I pressed my ear to the door so I could hear what was being said.

“Harry isn’t like that,” said Hermione indignantly.

“He’s a total idiot. He may be away at war and under a lot of stress but I saw that letter and it was bloody well rude and insensitive! It’s affected Ginny so much that I feel as if I don’t know her anymore. She always says that she doesn’t want to talk about it and that it doesn’t bother her that he doesn’t care but I know my girl and I know when she’s lying. He should be ashamed of himself for what he’s done to her!” retorted mom. I could just imagine her face going redder by the second, something that always happened when she was angry.

“He was just scared, Mrs Weasley. He’s probably worried that Vol- I mean, you-know-who will try to get to her now she’s carrying his child. And what about when the baby’s born? It’s life will be in danger as soon as it enters the world.”

“Don’t you think I know that? It’s on my mind all of the time! They should have been more careful! I know what’s done is done but these needn’t have happened. I’m not saying that I wish the baby wasn’t here, but if they’d have taken precautions then maybe Ginny would still be they happy and bubbly girl that we all love. I just want what’s best for my daughter and my grandchild. Is that too much to ask?!” yelled mom, her voice getting louder. I thought that it would be the best time to intervene so I opened the door and tried to act casually, as if I hadn’t heard anything. Mom and Hermione suddenly went quiet and an uncomfortable silence filled the room.

“You look nice, Gin,” said Hermione stiffly as she helped herself to a piece of toast.

“Thanks, I thought that I’d make an effort,” I forced a smile, secretly wanting to scream at the top my lungs. Just as I was beginning to feel on top again the whole “Harry-The-Git” subject was brought up again.

“Any idea what you want, love? That baby shop’s still open in Diagon Alley. It’s not a good as the one in Hogsmeade, but ever since this war broke out all of the descent shops have closed down.” said mom, charming the jug to fill my glass with orange juice. A loud tap at the window interrupted us and I looked up to see a large tawny owl with very distinctive amber eyes lifting it’s left leg to reveal a letter. Mom hastily opened the window, untied the letter and paid the owl. It gave a small hoot of thanks and flew off.

“Bloody ministry!” moaned mom, “They check the post for security purposes and what-not and then go and rip everything in the process! They could be more careful!” She turned over the envelope to look at the name on the front. Her expression suddenly softened. “Ginny, love, it’s for you.”

I felt a small flicker of hope as mom handed me the letter. I recognised the messy writing immediately: it was Harry’s. I quickly took out the parchment, unfolded it and read to myself:

Dear Ginny,

I’m so sorry about the other letter, I was just so shocked and scared. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’ve been such a git and you deserve better. What I meant to say was, well, I love you and even though bringing a baby into the world isn’t the best of ideas I’m still here for you both. We can’t change the past. I miss you so much and I’m so sorry that I can’t be there for you and our baby. I’ll make it up to you when I come back home. I’m going to try to be a good dad and I’m going to support you as much as I can, like I’m supposed to.

Even though I’m not with you I still love you and not even Voldemort can change that. I’ve asked Moody to ask some of the ministry to increase security around you and The Burrow. I might be miles away but I’m still going to protect you all that I can. So if you go anywhere they’ll be a couple of aurors around to keep you safe.

Send everyone my love.
Missing you and the baby,
Harry.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

A tear rolled down my cheek as I read the last sentence and counted up all of the kisses. He still loved me! He still cared! He loved our baby!

“What’s wrong Gin?” asked Hermione concerned, putting her hand on my wrist. I tried to speak but I was so happy that no sound would come out. I handed the letter to Hermione and both she and mom huddled together to read it.

“I knew that he wouldn’t turn his back on you,” smiled Hermione as she gave me a hug.

“Well, at least he’s sorry and he’s prepared to look after you both. I thought that I was a bit unlike him to do what he did. He’s a good lad.” said my mom, re-reading the letter. Hermione and I gave a small smile to each other. Whenever my mom was proved wrong she would really contradict her herself - badly. “We’d better hurry before the shops get packed. You know what it’s like on a Saturday,” she said, carefully folding up the parchment and charming it to place itself neatly in the letter rack. I bolted down another piece of toast and slipped on a random jacket and some trainers as mom went over to see who was knocking the door. After she went through her usual procedure of checking to see if death eaters were trying to come in, she bought back a few aurors. I smiled, Harry had kept his promise to protect us after all.

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“Have this one love, it’s perfect,” said mom, barging past the aurors in front of us and pointing to a hideous brown and cream cot.

“No mom, I like the one that I've got already, “ I sighed, a little exasperated. All morning she had interfered and hadn’t paid the slightest bit of attention to what I wanted.

“But this one’s cheaper and comes with a free changing table,” said mom in her I’m-going-to-get-my-own-way-whether-you-like-it-or-not voice.

“Mom, it’s my baby!” I scowled. The aurors began to shift uncomfortably. I began to wish that they weren’t there and that I hadn’t come out. Hermione lagged behind me, having enough sense to not get involved. Whenever there was an argument with my mom, my mom always had her way.

“I’m only trying to help!” she protested, her face rather flushed and her greying hair fly-away. I was about to argue back when I felt a pain, a pain that I had never felt before. I clutched my stomach in a feeble attempt to stop it. Was I losing the baby? I felt so strange, I didn’t know what to do. I was only just over seven months pregnant, I couldn’t be in labour now, could I?

“Ginny, what’s wrong?” asked Hermione, speaking up for the first time in hours.

“The baby,” I gasped, “I-I dunno, but, I think it’s coming.”

a/n- I know that this chapter’s longer than the other ones so tell me what you think. Thanks to Mara (TheQuibbler) for the amazing banner.

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