Chapter 5


Harry’s POV

I woke up with a really bad headache, and an even worse dream. Two words. Ginny. Pregnant. Does that make it clear enough for you? But luckily it’s a dream. Its not coming true, its not happening, and it won’t for anytime soon. But then I actually sat up straight on the bed that I was laying in. And then I realize that Ginny is there, I’m not in my house, and…wait for it…..Dr. Vizor is there. Realize that he’s Ginny’s doctor, not mine. But still, I tried to convince myself that nothing was wrong. I looked at Ginny.

“What happened?” I asked her. Her eyes instantly met mine, and I could tell she was trying hard to figure out that best way to say….. whatever she was going to say.

“Harry, Honey, You fainted.” She said calmly. I furrowed my eyebrows.

“Who faints at the doctor’s office?” I asked. She has got to be kidding me. Ginny rolled her eyes.

“Apparently you do.” Okay, so I let that go.

“Ginny, I have the worst headache and the weirdest dream. I had a dream that we were that this doctors office and then he said that you were preg…..” I saw the doctor slowly nod and then it all made sense. I looked up at Ginny, and she smiled slightly.

“Harry, that wasn’t a dream. Everything….was real.” She said softly. And I looked from her to Dr. Vizor, and than back to her. This was NOT what I was expecting.

Ginny’s POV

Hermione was right…about everything. I was having a you know what, but what she failed to warn me of is my husband fainting. And it really makes me wonder. Sure, I know he was fainting from being surprised, but is that a good thing or a bad thing? Is he happy? Or is it because he doesn’t want a kid? Whatever it is, I hope to god it’s the first option. I left with my hand in Harry’s. I was worried. He hadn’t said a word. And then finally he spoke up.

“Ginny, could you conjure up a bag?” Harry asked. What a random question.

“A bag? What do you need a bag for?” I asked him.

“I-” breath “Cant-” breath “Breathe!” He said. I rolled my eyes in disbelief and conjured up a bag. Harry grabbed it from me(rude much?) and quickly brought it up to his face. I watched as the bag began to fill with air and watched it as it deflated. When his breathing went back to normal, he threw the bag away and took hold of my arm, and we apparated to the front gate of our flat. Home sweet home. And still I haven’t heard him talk, and during dinner that night, I just couldn’t take the silence anymore.

“Harry please talk to me. Something’s wrong.” I said. He looked up at me. His eyes were distant, like he was staring at something far from here.

“Nothing’s wrong.” He said absentmindedly. Ok, that’s it!

“Harry James Potter, something’s wrong! And don’t tell me there isn’t! Talk to me, I’m your wife! I’ve lived with you long enough to know when something’s wrong and when it isn’t!” I said. Oh, so I possibly shouldn’t have said it that way…..but I can’t take it back now can I?

He sighed, and put his fork down. “I just don’t feel like talking about right now, okay? Its only been almost my third day here from getting off a mission. It’s a lot to take in.” He said.

“But you can tell Ron, can’t you? As a matter of fact, you WILL tell Ron. But that’s alright. Go ahead and tell him. But I’m going to bed. Goodnight, my HUSBAND!” I said, and got up and stomped my way into the bedroom. In truth, I was hurt. I thought he’d be happy. But instead I got the complete opposite. This day is SO not going as planned.



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