A/n: Ok so here is another chapter! I have decided to stop italicizing for now I already have said Im adding to the story but I'm trying to add in my own word.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling I simply am playing with him ;)

All lessons were suspended, all examinations postponed. Some students were hurried away from Hogwarts by their parents over the next couple of days. Beds were hard to find in Hogsmeade because many people were staying at the village, preparing to pay their last respects to Durnbledore. Madame Maxime had shown up and threw herself into Hagrid's waiting arms. Meanwhile many Ministry officials, including the Minister for Magic himself, was being accommodated within the castle. Harry was diligently avoiding contact with any of them; he was sure that, sooner or later, he would be asked again to account for Dumbledore's last excursion from Hogwarts.

Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny were spending all of their time together. Ginny's examinations finished, the pressure of homework lifted. She had been noticing some early signs of her pregnancy as she was going in to her 7th week. She had noticed a slight gain of weight around her hips and had been waking up running to the toilet. Along with the stress of her newly found pregnancy she was now under scrutinizing and jealous looks from her peers because of the ring currently sitting on her left ring finger. Many theorized reasons why Harry Potter was marrying her but most suspected she was pregnant or was black mailed in to it. Harry would just wrap his arm around her and kiss her making her forget what others said. They were attempting to keep her pregnancy quite for now, or at least until the were in hiding.

They visited the hospital wing twice a day: Neville had been discharged, but Bill remained under Madam Pomfrey's care. His scars were as bad as ever; in truth, he now bore a distinct resemblance to Mad-Eye Moody, though thankfully with both eyes and legs, but in personality he seemed just the same as ever. All that appeared to have changed was that he now had a great liking for very rare steaks. Fleur bragged that she could cook the meat just right for him.

Fleur and Ginny found themselves talking about the wedding a lot. Since it was going to take place On August 1 and that was almost a month away so they had a lot to plan. Harry had given Fleur some money without Ginny knowing so that way Fleur could plan the double wedding without concern of money. Ginny and Fleur had plans to go look for her dress soon. Ginny had a hunch that Harry had helped with money but decided not to bring it up.

That evening you could find the 4 of them sitting in front of the fire in the common room. Ginny was sitting on Harry's lap while he was absentmindedly rubbing her back. Ron and Hermione were sitting on the love seat with there legs touching while Hermione was reading the Evening Prophet.

"Anyone else we know die?" Ron asked Hermione, she winced at the forced toughness in his voice.

"No," she said reprovingly, folding up the newspaper. "They're still looking for Snape, but no sign ..."

"Of course there isn't," said Harry, who became angry every lime this subject came up. "They won't find Snape till they find Voldemort, and seeing as they've never managed to do that in all this time ..."

Hermione set the paper aside and leaned forwards towards Harry with a most Hermione-ish look on her face.

"Harry, I found something out this morning, in the library ..."

"R.A.B.?" said Harry, sitting up straight, moving Ginny in the process.

He did not feel the way he had so often felt before, excited, curious, burning to get to the bottom of a mystery; he simply knew that the task of discovering the truth about the real Horcrux had to be completed before he could move a little further along the dark and winding path stretching ahead of him, the path that he and Dumbledore had set out upon together, and which he now knew he would have to travel it with his friends and his soon to be bride. There might still be as many as four Horcruxes out there somewhere and each would need to be found and eliminated before there was even a possibility that Voldemort could be killed. He kept reciting their names to himself, as though by listing them he could bring them within reach: 'the locket .., the cup ... the snake ... something of Gryffindor's or Ravenclaw's ... the locket ... the cup ... the snake ... something of Gryffindor's or Ravenclaw's ...'

This mantra seemed to pulse through Harry's mind as he fell asleep at night, and his dreams were thick with cups, lockets and mysterious objects that he could not quite reach, though Dumbledore helpfully offered Harry a rope ladder that turned to snakes the moment he began to climb ...

"No," she said sadly, "I've been trying, Harry, but I haven't found anything ... there are a couple of reasonably well-known wizards with those initials - Rosalind Antigone Bungs ... Rupert "Axebanger" Brookstanton ... but they don't seem to fit at all. Judging by that note, the person who stole the Horcrux knew Voldemort, and I can't find a shred of evidence that Bungs or Axebanger ever had anything to do with him ... no, actually, it's about ... well, Snape."

She looked nervous even saying the name again.

"What about him?" asked Harry heavily, slumping back in his chair Ginny leaned back as well staying quiet but observant while she played with Harrys hair, running her hands through it.

"Well, it's just that I was sort of right about the Half-Blood Prince business," she said tentatively.

"Do you have to rub it in, Hermione? I thought we drop this? And Beside how do you think I feel about this now?"

"No - no - Harry, I didn't mean that!" she said hastily, looking around to check that they were not being overheard. 'It's just that I was right about Eileen Prince once owning the book. You see ... she was Snape's mother! I was going through the old Prophets and there was a tiny announcement about Eileen Prince marrying a man called Tobias Snape, and then later an announcement saying that she'd given birth to a -"

"- murderer," spat Harry. Ginny jump at his tone.

"Well ... yes," said Hermione. "So ... I was sort of right. Snape must have been proud of being "Half a Prince", you see? Tobias Snape was a Muggie from what it said in the Prophet'

"Yeah, that fits," said Harry. "He'd play up the pure-blood side so he could get in with Lucius Malfoy and the rest of them ... he's just like Voldemort. Pure-blood mother, Muggie father ... ashamed of his parentage, trying to make himself feared using the Dark Arts, gave himself an impressive new name - Lard Voldemort - the Half-Blood Prince - how could Dumbledore have missed -?"

He broke off, looking out of the window. He could not stop himself dwelling upon Dumbledore's inexcusable trust in Snape ... but as Hermione had just inadvertently reminded him, he, Harry, had been taken in just the same ... in spite of the increasing nastiness of those scribbled spells, he had refused to believe ill of the boy who had been so clever, who had helped him so much ...

Helped him ... it was an almost unendurable thought, now...

Ginny watched Harry at war with himself almost knowing exactly what he was thinking she wrapped her arms around his neck in attempts to comfort him, he wrapped his arm around her in response.

They continued to discuss Snape and Dumbledore for a couple more minutes then silence fell between them, each of them were lost in their own thoughts, but Harry was sure that they, like him, were thinking about the following morning, when Dumbledore's body would be laid to rest. Harry had never attended a funeral before; there had been no body to bury when Sirius had died. He did not know what to expect and was a little worried about what he might see, about how he would feel. He wondered whether Dumbledore's death would be more real to him once the funeral was over. Though he had moments when the horrible fact of it threatened to overwhelm him, there were blank stretches of numbness where, despite the fact that nobody was talking about anything else in the whole castle, he still found it difficult to believe that Dumbledore had really died. Admittedly he had not, as he had with Sirius, looked desperately for some kind of loophole, some way that Dumbledore would come back ... he felt in his pocket for the cold chain of the fake Horcrux, which he now carried with him everywhere, not as a talisman, but as a reminder of what it had cost and what remained still to do.

Ginny watched Harry lost in his thoughts. she cupped his cheek and brought his lips to her own. They were locked in the kiss for a little bit before a throat clearing interrupted them.

"Seriously?" Ron asked exasperated by all there lovey dovey rubbish.

"Yes Ron" Ginny spat back "not like anythings going to happen that hasn't already"

She stood up grabbed Harrys hand and pulled him out of the common room ignoring Ron's protests that followed them.

Harry smiled at his fiery girl. Ginny led them to the room of requirement. Harry had suspected as they hadn't had any alone time in awhile and he could already feel his excitement at the prospect of there alone time.

A door appeared and the couple entered their special room.

"Harry" Ginny breathed out "Please I need you"

Harry chuckled "Oh Love, you don't have to beg" he said his voice low and sultry "Ill always give you what you want.

Harry gently pushed Ginny on to the bed and began removing her robes and exposing her. He kissed down her body lingering over her belly and making his way all the way down to her womanhood.

"Oh, Harry" her voice husky

They spent the next several hours making love and touching each other and just soaking in the love for one another.

"I love you, Gin" Harry whispered while caressing her face.

"I love you too" Ginny whispered closing her eyes and falling asleep.

A/N: So? Good so Far? Review and I might add a chapter tomorrow depends how encouraged I feel tonight ...