Amazing Grace

Amazing Grace

Chapter Two: Breakfast and Dinner

Amyn was released from St. Mungo's with his mother the next day, but Ginny decided not to tell Draco. He did not have to know until she had gotten to know her son. Besides, did he know how long a new mother and child had to stay in the care of a Healer? Ginny decided he did not.

The sixteen-year-old mother felt she had no one, though she had everyone. Even the twins were particularly supportive, even though they got a tremendous kick out of charming Amyn to look like a miniature version of his father. But Ginny found comfort elsewhere: in her new diary Harry had gotten her the day Amyn was born.

It was a small, brown, leather-bound book with her name engraved in golden letters in the bottom right corner. It was not anything special to look at, but it served as a best friend to Ginny in Amyn's first few weeks. Everything she loved about her son, everything she hated about his father, and everything she wished had not happened - was in that book.

July 18, 1998

Harry still doesn't know about my first time. And I tend to keep it that way. No matter what, he can't know. He needs to keep going on thinking that my first time was with Draco Malfoy. That bloody Quidditch game. I never thought Quidditch would do such terrible things for me. I'll just have to remember in the future not to run off with the Boy-Who-Lived and get drunk...then, maybe, I won't have to Obliviate anyone's memory...and I won't look like a scarlet woman. I love Harry, and I don't want him to think ill of me, and I don't want to hurt him.

- Ginny

Ginny frowned at what she had just written. It was a terrible act, and she was deeply ashamed of it. She had not wanted that, but it was not like she had a choice now...now she was sober. If she told Harry everything she had done, not even he would have the heart to forgive her. Yes, maybe he would still love her, and he, being him, might find a way to forgive her, but the chances of that were slim to none.

Ginny slid off of her bed and put her diary in the pajama drawer in her nightstand. When it was safely tucked under all the contents, she walked across the room to the worn bassinet by the closet. She smiled contently at the contents.

"Hey, Amyn..." she whispered, picking up the boy and cradling him in her arms. "You're so beautiful..." she cooed in his tiny ear, and he laid his head across her shoulder.

Beaming, she and her two-week-old son treaded their way across the creaking floorboards to the kitchen. All the Weasleys (with the exception of Percy), Harry, and Hermione were already sitting down to breakfast.

"You have mail," said Mrs. Weasley happily, pouring Ron a glass of pumpkin juice.

"Really?" said Ginny brightly, pushing Amyn up higher on her chest.

"Yes, dear, it's by the marmalade, there," said Mrs. Weasley off-handedly.

Ginny took the empty seat between Harry and Charlie and grabbed the letter laying beside of the orange jam. She opened them carefully, Harry and Charlie watching her with mild interest as they ate their sausages. She recognized it as the neat handwriting of Remus Lupin:

Congratulations, Ginny,

We are still here (Ginny decided that meant Number 12, Grimmauld Place), and the lot of us are going to come see you. Mad-Eye said you named him Amyn. I do not know where he got that information, but if you did, then I like it. We should be there around dinner time.

- Remus Lupin

Charlie and Harry, who had read the letter over her shoulder, went back to their hot cakes, pretending they had not done anything.

"Who's dat fum?" said Fred through a mouthful sausage.

Ginny raised her eyebrows at him, but told him nonetheless.

He swallowed. "Oh. What's ol' Moony got to say?" The twins had thought rather highly of Remus after they found out he was one of the makers of the Marauder's Map. (A/N: Now, wouldn't it make sense to be called the "Maraduers' Map since there were four of them? I don't get it...)

"He and some members of the Order, I assume, are coming 'round about twelve or so. I can't wait to see Tonks again," Ginny said, smiling, and hoping Tonks would be one of 'the lot' coming to see her. Hermione's eyes twinkled from across Ginny and she nodded her agreement.

Ginny continued smiling as she positioned Amyn comfortably on her lap and began to eat. When she had gotten her fill, she started to raise up, but Harry grabbed the hand that was not cradling a sleeping boy.

"What?" she said, sitting back down. Everyone's eyes were upon them.

"About the godparents..." Harry said slowly.

"What about them?" she said, smiling.

"Who are they?" he asked quietly.

"Er - " Ginny had not really given this much thought. She looked around the table. "Well, you and Hermione."

"Oh. Right," Harry said as Hermione turned a light shade of pink.

"Thank you," Hermione said, reaching across the table and taking Ginny's hand in hers.

"Yeah...you're welcome..." Ginny muttered with a small smile, leaving the table this time.

Dinner Time

Ginny was upstairs in her room, feeding Amyn, when her mother's voice called up to her.

"GINNY!" yelled Mrs. Weasley from the kitchen below.

"Coming, Mum!" Ginny called back, placing Amyn in his crib and running downstairs.

"Some people are here to see you, dear," Mrs. Weasley said, gesturing toward a group of people.

Ginny smiled warmly at them. Remus, Mad-Eye Moody, Tonks, Kingsley Shacklebolt, and Albus Dumbledore stood before her. Tonks came up to her first.

"Well," she said, her eyes, which were a brilliant shade of green, sparkling. "Where's the boy?"

"Yes, we came out here to see your son, not you," said Mad-Eye with a lopsided grin on his equally crooked, scarred face.

Ginny laughed gently. "Right you are, Mad-Eye," she said, smiling contently. She then took off up the stairs, grabbed up Amyn, and returned in the kitchen.

"Oh!" Tonks said, a large grin on her face. "Can I hold him?"

Ginny nodded, handing the small child to Tonks. "His name is Amyn Malfoy..." she said, her smile dimming just a bit.

Tonks did not seem to mind the last name. "Well him's just an adorable ickle thingy, isn't him?" she cooed, touching the tip of the boy's nose gently.

He giggled at Tonks, causing even Mad-Eye to smile. Dumbledore stepped forward, his bright blue eyes glinting behind his golden spectacles, his smile broadening.

"He is quite the child," Dumbledore said, taking him from Tonks and looking at Ginny. "A Malfoy-Weasley. Nothing stronger could be asked for..." he allowed his sentence to trail.

Ginny smiled at him. "Thank you, Headmaster," she said, her ears matching Kingsley's robes of deep red.

"His eyes have taken their true color, I see. And what a color that is," Dumbledore said, frowning.

Ginny's brow furrowed. "Have they? How did I not notice?" she said, taking Amyn back from Dumbledore. She looked down into his eyes.

And what she saw shocked her.