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Ginny stared at Healer Wainwright blankly. Had she heard him correctly?

“Ginny?” he said. “Are you alright?”

Ginny slowly came into focus and realized what had just happened. She shook her head slowly in disbelief.

“How…” she began, her voice trailing off.

“I have no idea Ginny. I wish there was some sort of explination, but there is none I can offer.”

Ginny nodded. “Are you sure? Are you positive the test was accurate?”

“You know they’re never wrong.”

Ginny bit her lip and felt tears glisten her cheeks.

“I know this must come as a shock, but you need to accept and face this. I’ll schedule a follow-up next week. I strongly urge you to bring Harry.”

“Well, Harry’s really busy right now at work, I’m not sure he can make it.”

“Ginny, I know you’re trying to protect him, but you have to tell him.”

Ginny nodded, knowing he was right. “But what if I…” she said, unable to continue the rest of her sentence.

“Ginny, you know as well as I do the risks involved and the many ‘what ifs.’ But you also know as well as I do that Harry must be a part of this. You need his support.”

Ginny lowered her head and muttered a soft agreement. “Is Thursday good for you?” she asked.

“2 o’clock good for you?” he replied.

“Yeah,” she said.

Ginny stood and shook David’s hand and left. It was now 3 o’clock and Harry would be home at five. Not wanting to be tied down for only a little while, Ginny left St. Mungo’s. She had a few things she needed to do around the house, but mostly she needed time to prepare. How would she tell Harry? What would she say? How should she begin? How would he react? She asked herself these questions dozens of times and found no answers.

After deciding to think of something else, Ginny turned her thoughts to dinner. She wanted to make Harry something special before she dropped the bomb. Without hesitation she decided on lobster with a garlic butter sauce, one of Harry’s favorites. After a quick trip to the grocery store, dinner was cooking away and Ginny was left to think. All of a sudden the headaches and stomachaches made sense. At least I’m not going crazy, she thought.

At ten after five Ginny heard a small pop, alerting her Harry was home.

“Ginny?” he called from the den.

“In the kitchen,” she yelled back.

Harry entered and kissed Ginny on the cheek. “How was your check-up?”


“That’s good,” he said as eh tossed some mail on the countertop. “Do I smell lobster?”

Ginny smiled slightly. “Yes sir.”

“What’s the occasion?”

“There is none. I just wanted to make you something nice. It’s actually ready.”

“Great. I’ll go wash up,” Harry said. Ginny set the table and served the lobster.

“This is wonderful,” Harry said a few minutes later after taking his first bite. “You know Gin, I still think you would have made a great chef.”

“Harry, you know how much I love my work. I wouldn’t be able to be in a kitchen all day.”

“You’re right,” Harry admitted. “You make a much better Healer.

Ginny smiled at Harry’s remark, but her smile faded as she remembered what she had to tell Harry. As she opened her mouth to speak, Harry began a new conversation.

“So, what did you think of the agency today?”

“It was okay,” Ginny replied.

“Just okay?”

“What do you want me to say Harry? That it was amazing?”

“No. I’m just looking for your opinion. You seem to brush me off when we discuss adoption.”

“Well, Harry, I’ve been thinking lately that it might not be the best choice for us.”

“What?” he asked. “Why?”

Ginny shook her head. “Never mind. I really don’t want to talk about it now.”

Harry nodded. “That’s fine. We’ll talk about something else. How about the Paris trip this summer?”

Ginny shook her head again. “I don’t think the trip is going to work out.”

Harry sighed in frustration. “What do you mean it isn’t going to work out?”

“I just don’t think it’s a good idea to vacation with a baby?”

“What are you talking about? You just said you don’t want to adopt.”

“I know.”

Harry stared at her, confused. He mentally searched for an answer, and suddenly, realization dawned on him. Ginny knew he understood and slowly nodded as she said, “Yeah, I’m pregnant.”

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