Harry Potter Oneshots

eighty-harry/ginny

Requested: hinny4eves

ship: ginny/harry

prompt: person A gives person B a card on mother/fathers day. Person B is confused, they dont have kids.

category(?): fluff

warning/tags: mention of teen pregnancy, letter, adoption

notes: ty for 9k reads! it's insane how far we've come

words: 372

Ginny was lying on their couch watching one of her favorite programmes, Kim Possible, when the door in the kitchen slammed. "Harry, is that you?"

  "Ginny! Happy Mother's day!" he exclaimed, giving her a messily made card.

  "Harry, I'm not a mum."

Harry just grinned.

Ginny frowned at the card. There was what resembled a troll with red hair, that must be her. "Aw, did Teddy make this?"

Harry stared, gaping, at her. "No. I made it."

Ginny let out a laugh, apologized, then laughed some more. "I'm so sorry, Harry."

He shook his head. "Open it!"

She shook her head with another laugh, opening the folded paper. Two pieces of loose paper fell into her lap. "What's this?"

Harry picked up the one that had fallen to the floor, and shoved it in her face. "Read it aloud, Gin."

  "Harry and Ginevra Potter, we are pleased to inform you...Harry!"

  "Read the whole thing!"

  "We are pleased to inform you, your application for adoption has been accepted! Please call the number at the bottom of this page to begin the matching process."

They stared at each other for a minute before Ginny had leapt on Harry, hugging him. "Harry!"

  "I know!"

She looked down at the other paper. It looked less official. "What's this?"

Harry caught his breath, the grin never slipping. 
"It's a letter, from a possible match."

  "How long have you known?"

  "A day. George told me I should tell you on Mother's day."

  "Read it to me."

So Harry read it, his smile seeping into his words. "Ginevra and Harry,"

Ginny made a face at her name.

  "My name is Meghan Lemmons. I'm only fifteen, I can't give this baby what it deserves. It's dad started rumours about me and we aren't on talking terms. My parents aren't supportive. I read on your file that you're both twenty-three and are financially stable. It said you come from a big family and have been trying for awhile. I'd like to meet you, if you're up to it. I'm about six months now, so I really need to find a family."

Harry watched her face as she read, already imagining her with a baby.

  "When can we meet her?"