Memories

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Chapter 2: Memories in the Making

"Hi," Ginny said reaching up to give her husband a hug and kiss.

"Hey," Harry said as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Seems someone was quite active today," he said, placing his hand on her stomach.

"You're telling me! Thanks to this little one, I have hardly gotten anything done today."

Harry gave his wife a hard look. "Gin, you know the Healer said-"

Ginny cut him off, "Not to do any manual labor. Harry, it was just a little dusting. How else is this house going to be ready for a baby shower?"

Harry sighed. "I know. It's just, now with you not being able to do magic until you've given birth, I worry. I just don't want you to overexert yourself."

Ginny smiled. "If it makes you feel any better, I never made it past the bookshelf. I found some pictures and became a little preoccupied."

"Really? What were you looking at?"

"Our first dance," Ginny said with a giggle.

"Our first dance? Why are you...? Oh!" Harry said as he began to laugh.

"I take it you remember what you said to me during that dance."

"Oh yeah, quite well. Can you blame me? I love spending time alone with you."

"Well, you better enjoy it while it lasts, because pretty soon there will be no alone time," Ginny said as she began walking back into the sitting room.

"Oh, and, Harry, can you be a dear and fetch some ice cream from the store? I finished the last of it today."

"Yes, Dear."

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After returning from the store, Harry found his wife fast asleep on the sofa with a scrap book propped on her tummy. Careful not to wake her, he took the book and began looking through it. He chuckled when he noticed what picture she had it opened to.

The picture showed Ginny and himself standing on the front porch of their home, waving at the camera. Harry remembered that night quite well. That was the night a certain little wizard or witch was conceived, but not before an interesting turn of events.

*Flashback*

Harry smiled as he unpacked the last box.

"That's the last box. We are now officially moved in," he said, giving Ginny a smile.

"Good, now how about we go put that nice, big bed to some good use."

"I like the way you think," Harry said as he leaned down to kiss her.

Careful not to break the kiss, Harry lifted Ginny and carried her to the bedroom. After laying her on the bed, he leaned down to give Ginny another kiss. Suddenly there was a loud cracking noise and WHAM! They landed in an ungraceful heap on top of the now broken bed. They just looked at each other in complete and utter shock. Finally getting over the shock, Harry broke the silence.

"What in the hell just happened?"

Ginny shrugged as she began looking around. It was at this time that she noticed something written on the ceiling.

Compliments of Weasley Wizard Wheezes!

"Those stupid, slimy gits!"

Harry gave his wife a puzzled look. "What are you talking about?"

Ginny just pointed at the ceiling. As Harry read the message, he began laughing.

"Just what are you laughing at?" she asked, annoyed.

"Oh, come on, Gin, you have to admit they got us good."

"It ruined the mood."

"It's nothing a little magic can't fix," Harry said as he waved his wand, causing the bed to fix itself.

"I guess you're right," Ginny said as she leaned in to give him a kiss.

* End of Flashback *

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Baby shower

"Excuse me, everyone. Can I have your attention? I would like to thank everyone for the gifts. They are truly wonderful."

"You're very welcome, dear. Now, you had better sit down before I place a sticking charm on your bum. You need to rest," Mrs. Weasley said while patting the seat beside her.

"Yes, Mum," Ginny said as she sat down.

"So, Hermione, how are my darling little nieces?" Ginny asked.

"Oh, Emily and Hailey are quite fine. You know, when I read about the 'terrible twos' I had no idea they were real. I almost feel bad about leaving Ron alone with them. Honestly, Mrs. Weasley, I don't know how you did it. Raising twins is one of the hardest things I have ever done," Hermione said as she took the seat by Ginny.

"Don't worry, dear, you'll get the hang of it," Mrs. Weasley said and gave her daughter-in-law a knowing smile.

"Oh, I'm sure brother dear will be f....ohh!" Ginny said, grabbing her stomach.

"Ginny, are you all right?"

"I'm fine. Nothing to worry about, just a little pain. It's probably just gas."

"Gin, I don't think that was gas."

"Why?"

"Because your water just broke!"

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Ginny gazed at the bundle in her arms. "Oh, Harry, he's so beautiful!"

"Just like his mum," Harry said with a smile.

"Harry, we need to give him a name."

"I know."

"What about Aden?"

"Aden what?"

"James," Ginny said with a smile.

"Aden James Potter. I like it."

"Would you like to hold him?" Ginny asked.

Harry nodded as he reached down to pick up his tiny son.

"Hi, Aden," Harry said as he touched a finger to Aden's tiny fist.

"I'm your dad," he said as a single tear slid down his cheek.

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