James Sirius Potter: Birth Story

Finding Out

A/N: this book was wrote by two people, when we were 12 & 13. Check out my 'Clairvoyant' series for writing from an older version of me :p

Ginny Potter woke up on a late September morning, to the smells of bacon, eggs and pudding. She could not help but smile for it was her husband Harry that had made them. She was going to take it easy today as she did not have training for the Holyhead Harpies which was a relief as the World Cup was fast approaching. 

She stretched lazily, yawned loudly, climbed out of her bed and strolled down the landing of Potter Manor. Then she walked down the stairs slowly, slipping on her pink dressing gown as she did so. She made her way into the kitchen, a large area with appliances around the walls.

"Morning," smiled Harry brightly walking over to the table and placing her breakfast opposite his own (they could tell since Harry disliked white pudding). "Feeling alright?".

"Yeah," she said sitting down tiredly, helping herself to her food quickly.

"Hungry?" Harry joked heartily, grinning at his wife.

Ginny nodded, "Yes, I'm empty,"

"No problem," said Harry sitting down on the wooden chair. "You deserve it!"

"Thanks," said Ginny happily, "Any word on Dolohov?"

"No, not yet, Robards is certain he has a lead but I'm not too sure yet, we may need to work overtime, he's the last we know of anyway," replied Harry, dicing up his pudding.

Ginny picked up her pumpkin juice and took a small sip out of it. Then suddenly she felt incredibly weak and dizzy. The fatigue had hit her like a tonne of bricks and she felt the disgusting urge to puke. Her body swayed leading her to grip onto the chair tightly the dizziness consuming her.

'Harry," she said airily. "I think I- gonna -"

Ginny jumped up and ran into the bathroom as fast as she could her dressing gown almost undoing itself. She grabbed onto the toilet seat and leaned down so her head was over it. She started to puke. The vomit rushed out of her effortlessly and that only made Ginny want to throw up more. She was comforted by the fact that her husband arrived over to her seconds later, patting her back soothingly before rubbing it. It lasted for another minute or so before she stopped and she was assisted up by Harry.Ginny had tiny tears in her eyes. It hurt to vomit that much.

"Was it the food?" asked a concerned Harry as he hugged Ginny and wiped the food with a towel.

"No, no," said Ginny wiping the sick off of her mouth, "I'm just sick, the food was lovely!" 

"Gin, I think you should see a doctor," Harry said seriously, putting an arm around her.

"No no it's fine you go to work, I need to see Hermione, no point in wasting money, she'll tell me what's wrong." Ginny insisted.

"Are you sure?" asked Harry, holding his wife's hand. 

"Yes," answered Ginny, rubbing his hands, she had a feeling she knew what was going on, but she decided, it couldn't be possible, how could she be-.

"Gin," said Harry waving his hands over her eyes, she blinked and looked up.

"I'm just going to get dressed, I'll be fine," she said looking at Harry's concerned face.

Harry shrugged, "If you're sure then".

"I am," Ginny replied tartly "Love you."

"Bye," said Harry waving, just as he apparated away.

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Two hours had passed since the events of the morning, Ginny's hormones were everywhere, she had puked another four times, so she decided to call Hermione, she'd know what to do.