“Snorflagwha’?”

“Um…Harry, English, please.” Ginny begged.

“P-p-p-wha?”

“Harry!”

Harry shook his head out of the daze. “Pregnant?” He asked, eyes shining.

Ginny nodded, looking hopeful.

Harry’s eyes brightned madly, a Cheshire cat grin on his face. “I’m gonna be a daddy! I’m going to have a real family! And I’m going to be a daddy! And we’re going to be a loving family! And I’m going to be a daddy!” He gasped. “I’m going to be a daddy…” He fainted.

Ginny blinked.

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On the other side of the door, Anna, Fred, George and Sirius (who were shamelessly eves-dropping) were in hysterics over Harry’s rambling.

“Ahahahahaha, Fred, ahahahahahaha, let’s, ahahahahahaha, go, ahahahahahaha, kill the, hahahahahahahaha, bastard.”

Anna snorted.” No, guys, leave them alone, at least you know Harry’s not a jerk and loves her.”

“My little baby…” Sirius reminisced.

He received odd looks.

“Who’s up for a game of exploding snap while we wait for them to pluck up the courage to formally tell us?” Fred asked.

Sirius and George nodded enthusiastically, running off to play.

“Suckers.” Fred mumbled, catching Anna’s mouth and leading her to an empty bedroom.

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“Um…Harry? Wakey-wakey.” Ginny shook him awake.

“Ginny…” He kissed her softly.

“Um, Harry, one more thing.”

“What is it love?”

“I’m having twins.”

He fainted again.