Harry
The reaction was instantaneous, as there was a knock at the door all wands were drawn. Harry looked over at his wife, her head was frozen, staring into the passageway, trembling ever so slightly. Hermione was frowning at the doorway as if it had done her a great personal offence and Ron had moved infront of Hermione to block her. Deciding that he couldn't leave the visitor any longer, Harry got to his feet and walked out into the passageway, he opened the door to find Draco Malfoy looking troubled.
"Malfoy?" Harry said in confusion.
"Can I come in? I found something that's - well, I'll show you in a minute."
Harry stepped aside to let Malfoy in, the blonde-haired boy wiped his feet on the door mat and removed his travelling cloak. Harry beckoned for Malfoy to follow him into the kitchen, Ginny greeted him warmly, Hermione greeted him slightly stiffly and Ron tilted his chin in acknowledgement. Malfoy looked awkward as he took a seat next to Ginny and Harry sat down on Ginny's other side.
"So," Harry said, looking at Draco's face, trying to guess if what they were about to be told was good or bad. "You said there was something you wanted to tell us?"
"Oh, yeah," Draco's face clouded, "erm, well, I was tidying out my basement when I found these," he drew a number of papers from the inside pocket of his travelling cloak. "They're the plans my father was making before they sent him to Azkaban. They're about resurrecting You-Know-Who."
Hermione piped up, "you mean Voldemort?"
Ron shuddered and Ginny snapped, "oh get a grip, would you? He's gone and you still can't say the name!"
Draco pulled an apologetic face, "he wont be gone for long...look at these..." Draco spread the papers out on the table, "they state that if there's someone blood-related or connected to 'the chosen one' in some biological way, their blood can be used to resurrect V-Voldemort."
"And because Harry and I have a baby, I'm connected to him and-" Ginny began but Harry cut her off.
"But there's one other person they could use," Harry interrupted, realisation dawning on him, "my Aunt Petunia." Harry fell silent as he thought about his Aunt and Uncle (Dudley had moved to a house down the street with his girlfriend) sitting at home, his Aunt cleaning the house, his Uncle reading the morning paper. They would be unsuspecting of what was to come, they could be killed any minute. His thoughts were interrupted when he felt a small, warm hand clasp his.
"It'll be OK," Ginny said, "we can keep them safe."
"Well," Harry said, making a snap decision that moment, "we'll have them stay here, even though Aunt Petunia's the only one they can use they'll kidnap my uncle and cousin too. I mean, since when have they not used people to get to someone?" Like they had used Sirius, like they had used him in a fake vision to lure Harry to them resulting in Sirius's death. Harry shook that thought from his head.
"Lets go," Ginny said, getting to her feet, "lets go, right now."
"What?" Harry got to his feet, "no, no, no, Ginny, I don't think you should come. I think you should stay here with Hermione seeing as you're both..." Harry trailed off at the fierce look on Ginny's face, trying his best not to recoil.
"Both what?" Asked Draco, looking from Ginny to Hermione, as if he had missed something.
"Pregnant," said Ron, "Harry also wouldn't want Ginny to go even if she wasn't pregnant, because he's afraid something bad will happen."
Draco looked mildly surprised, "pregnant? Wow! That's brilliant!"
Ginny smiled stiffly, "thanks Draco, but Harry, you should know I'm still going."
