Intro- Harry and Ginny Potter had been married for two years. Harry was an Auror, working for the England Ministry of Magic. Ginny was a Chaser for the all witch Quidditch team; The Holyhead Harpies. The Potters lived in a flat in Muggle London. They had decided not to live in Potter Manor, until they had kids to fill it.
Once mid November Saturday morning, Ginny Potter woke to the smell of breakfast. She didn't have practice today, since she hadn't been feeling well lately. Harry was worried about her, but she claimed it to be the stomach flu.
Ginny climbed out of bed, and made her way to the kitchen.
"Morning sleepy head." Harry greeted her with a smile. "Feeling any better?"
"Much." Ginny answered as she kissed Harry good morning.
"Breakfast?" Harry had just finished frying the bacon and eggs, and the waffle maker had just popped.
"Yes, I'm famished."
"Good." Harry dished two plates, and carried them to the table.
After a few minutes of talking, Ginny felt the sudden urge to puke. She quickly got up and ran to the bathroom. She dropped to her knees, and started to puke right away. Within seconds Harry was by her side, holing back her hair, and rubbing her back.
After a few minutes, Ginny stopped puking, and leaned back into Harry's embrace. He gave her a tissue, so she could wipe her mouth.
"Gin, I think you should see a doctor. You'll never get better if you don't."
"I guess you're right." Ginny sighed, she hated being sick and she hated going to the doctors.
"I have to go the Ministry today, but I can see if Hermione can take you."
"Okay, do that."
"I'll floo Hermione, and set up an appointment for you. You go upstairs, and get washed up and dressed."
"Thank you love."
"I love you Gin." He kissed her head, and stood up, and helped her to her feet.
"I'll come talk to you before I leave."
"Ok Harry." Ginny then left the bathroom, and went over to their bedroom.
Harry went to the fireplace in the living room. He grabbed a pinch of floo powder, stuck his head in the fire, threw the powder, and yelled, "St. Mungo's!"
"Hello, how may I help you?" The Welcome Witch greeted Harry.
"I need to make an appointment for my wife."
"Alright." The witch waved her wand, and looked a series of charts.
"How would today at 12:30 work?"
"What's the time now?"
"Great. Name please?"
"Okay. We'll see her then."
Harry pulled his head out of the fire, and grabbed another pinch of floo powder. Harry, again, stuck his head in the fireplace.
"Ron and Hermione Weasley's House!" He couldn't see Ron and Hermione but heard them talking.
"Hermione!" Harry called into the flat. "Hermione!"
He heard feet shuffling and then saw two sets of feet. Hermione then bent down.
"Hello Harry!" Hermione greeted him with a smile. Ron then also bent down. "Hey mate!"
"Hey guys." Harry greeted them with a smile. "Hermione, would you be willing to do me a favor?"
"Of course. Anything."
"Great. I have a doctor's appointment set up for Gin at 12:30. I have to go to the Ministry though. Ginny hates doctors, so I was hoping you'd be willing to go with her."
"Of course Harry. It will be nice to see Ginny. With me working for the Ministry, and Ginny playing Quidditch, we barely have time to talk and hang out."
"Good. Thank you so much. You can just come over at, say noon, and you two can go over to St. Mungo's in time for her 12:30 appointment."
"Sounds good Harry. I'll be there."
"Okay. Bye Hermione. Bye Ron."
"Bye mate." Ron said as he stood up. Harry pulled his head out of the fire, and heard the sounds of someone puking in. Harry quickly stood up, and walked to the bathroom. Upon entering, he walked over to Ginny and did as he had earlier, pulled back her hair, and rubbed her back. After a few minutes, she wiped her mouth and leaned back onto Harry.
"As much as I hate St. Mungo's, I hat puking more." Ginny said after a few moments.
"Good. I set up an appointment for 12:30, and Hermione is coming over at noon."
"I love you." Ginny said as Harry stood, and helped her to her feet.
"I love you too." Harry gently kissed her. "I have to go, but I'll see you tonight."
"Okay. Goodbye Harry."
"Bye love." He kissed her again, and walked to the fireplace.
He grabbed some floo powder, and walked into the fireplace. "Ministry of Magic!"
At noon precisely, Hermione flooed over to the Potter home.
"Ginny!" Hermione called into the flat.
"In the bedroom!" Ginny called back. Ginny was standing in front of the mirror in her bedroom, examining herself.
"Hermione," Ginny started when she saw Hermione, "Does it look like I've gained some weight?"
"Ginny. Harry said you weren't feeling well. Why are you out of bed?"
"Hermione I'm feeling fine. I have been feeling fine ever since I puked this morning."
"So, what's wrong with you?" Hermione was confused.
"I puke, like twice a day, and then I feel fine." Hermione got an idea.
"Gin, you said you're gaining weight?"
"Yeah. It doesn't make sense. I play Quidditch almost everyday!" Ginny exclaimed exasperated.
"When was the last time you had your monthly?" Ginny took a moment to think about it. Of course it had been… Wait, when was the last time. Ginny rushed out of the bedroom, and to the kitchen, or to the calendar. Ginny's heart was beating extra fast as she flipped through the calendar. Hermione was right behind her.
"Six weeks!" Ginny squeaked. "Do you think…?" She left the sentence hanging.
"I don't know for sure." Hermione wanted to put it gently. "But, yes, I do think so." Ginny groaned.
"It can't be."
"Well, it might not be." Hermione soothed her.
"Argh," Ginny sat down at the table, and Hermione followed lead, "And right in the middle of my season. I just can't believe it." She tried to think of when it might have happened. "We're always so careful."
"Gin, it might not even be true."
"Well, we can't go to St. Mungo's now. If it's true, I don't want it to be on the cover of the Daily Prophet before I even leave St. Mungo's. Being the Chosen One's child and all."
"Well, what do you want to do?" Hermione asked. She felt bad that Ginny could barely leave the house without millions of reporters attacking her. Of course reporters constantly bugged her and Ron, but not the same way Harry and Ginny were.
"I don't know. But, we should probably floo St. Mungo's and cancel."
"Okay." Hermione followed Ginny into the living room.
Ginny grabbed a pinch of floo powder and stuck her head into the fireplace.
"St. Mungos!" She called.
When everything stopped spinning, Ginny heard the Welcome Witch.
"Hello, how can I help you?"
"I would like to cancel an appointment."
"Ginny Potter. Although, it might be put down as Ginevra Potter."
"Was it for 12:30 today?"
"Uh-huh." The Welcome Witch did a few wand motions, and then said,
"Okay, you're good."
"Thank you." Ginny pulled her head out of the fire.
"All taken care of." Ginny told Hermione.
"Okay, now what?" Hermione looked at Ginny.
"I don't know." Ginny sighed and plopped down on the couch. "Isn't there some kind of spell, or potion to test this kind of thing?" Hermione thought for a moment.
"Well, you could always use a Muggle pregnancy test." Ginny thought for minute.
"Do you think it will still work on a witch?"
"Probably. I don't see why not."
"Okay. Where can we get one?" Ginny asked.
"Okay. I've got some Muggle money in the bedroom. Harry says we should always have some on hand."
Ginny went into the bedroom and came back with an envelope.
"It's nice that you live in Muggle London."
"Yeah, I guess." Ginny looked over at Hermione. "Where can we buy one?"
"Well, let's just go to a Muggle drug store to start with."
"Okay." Ginny put on her shoes and jacket, and led Hermione out the door.
"I have no idea where to go, so you lead the way." Ginny told Hermione.
"Okay, I'll try my best." Hermione smiled. "Ginny, everything's going to be alright."
They walked down the streets of London, slowly looking down the streets for a shop they needed.
"Here, Ginny. Let's go in here." Hermione led her friend into a drugstore two blocks away from the flat. Hermione walked up to the cashier, with Ginny slowly in tow.
"Hello." The worker greeted the two women.
"Hi. Do you sell pregnancy tests here?"
"Yes, right down that aisle." The worker pointed to the farthest aisle in.
"Thank you." Hermione all but dragged Ginny through the store, and down the appropriate aisle.
"Ginny, come on!" Hermione exclaimed after a minute. "There is nothing to worry about!"
Ginny reluctantly followed Hermione down the aisles.
"Okay, just pick one so we can leave." Ginny told Hermione.
"Well, I don't know which one." Hermione told her. Ginny sighed loudly.
"Just get one of each." Ginny told her.
"Whoa! That's going to cost a lot! There's like seven different kinds!"
"So? Do you think I have to worry about that? I have more to worry about, like that fact that I may be pregnant!"
"Okay. You take these," Hermione gestured to some, "and I'll take these." They each grabbed their few and went up to the counter to pay.
"I'm going to get these seven." Ginny told the worker.
"Alright." The worker scanned the tests. "If you don't mind me asking, are you Ginny Potter?" Ginny's face paled. 'Oh bloody crap!' Ginny thought to herself.
"Oh, just wanted to know. I'm a squib, so I still have some contact to the Wizarding World."
"Damn." Ginny whispered to herself.
"Then do you know if these work on witches" Hermione asked, gesturing to the pregnancy tests.
"Yes, they work on witches." Ginny sighed.
"Can we just buy these now?" Ginny asked, irritated.
"Yep." Ginny paid for the tests, and left.
"Hermione, she knew who I was! It's going to be Daily Prophet front page later today!" Hermione looked sympathetically at Ginny. "Which means I have to tell Harry right away, and I don't' know what to say to him!"
"I'm sure everything will be fine, Gin." Hermione reassured her as they walked.
"We've never really talked about having kids. What if he doesn't want kids?" Hermione knew that Harry wanted kids, how could Ginny not?
"Ginny, you know he wants kids. You're overreacting. It may not be exactly when you want one, but you're having one. There's no turning back now. You may as well be happy."
"Yeah, you're right, Hermione." Ginny smiled. "I'm just worried since we're so young." Ginny sighed. "And there's Quidditch?"
Ginny looked over at Hermione, "What about Quidditch?"
"Well, you can't play Quidditch pregnant." Hermione pointed out.
"I know, but…" Ginny worried her bottom lip between her teeth.
"But, you know, we still haven't tested it yet. You many not even be pregnant." Hermione supplied.
"Yeah, but I really think I am."
When they got to the flat, Hermione went into the living room, while Ginny went into the bathroom. She had the seven different tests. Ginny picked up the first one, and read the instructions.
"I have to do what?" Ginny exclaimed. She heard Hermione laugh.
After Ginny finished the seventh test, she was forced to believe she was, in fact, pregnant. Ginny slowly left the bathroom, and went into the living room.
"So…" Hermione prompted Ginny.
"I'm pregnant." Ginny whispered. Hermione smiled, and went over to Ginny, and gave her a big hug.
"Be happy! This is amazing!" Ginny smiled, and Hermione laughed.
"How am I supposed to tell Harry?" Ginny asked.
"Just once out and tell him, today after work."
"But-" Hermione cut her off.
"It will be better if you just tell him. Don't put it off."
They continued to talk, until Hermione had to leave.
A/N- So this is chapter one! Please review, and tell me what you think about it so far! I already have all of the chapters written, so I should be updating soon!