A/N This was initially going to be a One Shot. After some consideration, I've decided to publish it as a short story, most likely less than ten, short chapters.
I don't think the Dursley's get quite enough hate for the way they treated Harry as a child and I wanted to explore a bit into how his mistreatment at their hands could affect Harry as he began the journey into becoming a father.
I do not forsee any triggers as such, but I will go into detail about neglect and abuse the Dursley's inflicted on Harry.

1.

Ginny blinked, the Healer in front of her was not too much older than herself, provided her judgment was correct. The man in question, a Fergus-something, was talking rather animatedly at present. Ginny knew she should be listening, she had been rushed to St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries only a few hours before, following an uncharacteristic faint at a Harpie's training session. Thankfully, a few of her quick-thinking teammates had prevented her from falling hard and doing herself a bad injury by slowing her fall and cushioning the ground before she landed. Even with Ginny's insistence that she was fine, two of her team; Winnie and Maxwell, had hurried her to the hospital regardless.

"Mrs Potter, do you have any questions? You do...understand what I'm saying, don't you?" Ginny realised with a start that the Healer, Fergus, was not only still talking, but obviously expecting answers to his questions.

"Sorry," Ginny blurted, feeling her face warming, realising she'd tuned out after his first three words, although it was hardly surprising when the three words in question had been some of the least she had expected to here.

"It's just a bit much to take in," Ginny continued, talking far faster than she would normally, "You are...sure?"

Fergus smiled, kindly. Ginny noticed the way his eyes crinkled at each side as he did, he looked a remarkably kind man and she somehow knew before he answered, instinctively, that he was indeed definitely sure.

"I ran the test through twice myself, there is no doubt, Mrs Potter." He replied, "We will, of course, support-"

Fergus stopped speaking, all of a sudden, as both he and Ginny's attentions were diverted towards the door of the private room. An irate Harry Potter was now standing, clearly out of breath and red, a crazed look upon his green eyes.

"Ginny!? I had no idea, had that meeting with the Minister and no one came and told me you were here! Can you believe that?" Harry spoke in one long breath, his words merging into one, before he took a few steps forward, almost crashing into Fergus in his haste to get to Ginny's bedside.

"What's wrong? Do they know? How do you feel?" Harry asked in quick succession, his speech refusing to slow to the point Ginny found herself biting the inside of her lower lip to stop herself from laughing at her altogether brilliant, yet at times, terribly useless husband.

For Head Auror, he can be so bloody irate, Ginny thought with a brief smile, before one glance at her Wizard informed her that it would verge on cruel to keep him in the dark for any length of time.

"Fergus here," Ginny gestured towards the end of the bed, where a rather awkward looking Fergus was clearly pretending to read the notes upon Ginny's clipboard. At the mention of his name, Fergus stepped forward, thrusting his hand forward to a still frantic looking Harry,

"Mr Potter, it is an honour. I am the Healer that attended your wife upon her arrival today, and I can assure you we did our utmost to make her as comfortable as possible whilst we ran a number of tests to decipher the cause of her sudden collapse."

"Thank you, I appreciate the thoroughness." Harry answered, his voice slightly calmer but Ginny could see the worry had not left his eyes, "Did you get any answers?" The dark haired wizard asked, absentmindedly running his hands through his permanently messy dark hair.

"Yes," Fergus replied, a small smile appearing on his face, "Mrs Potter is aware of everything we are, it's probably best I leave her to inform you alone. Would you like me to let your friends know you're going to be fine?"

"They're still here!?" Ginny cried, feeling equal parts grateful and shocked they'd stayed so long.

"Yes, they…" Fergus coughed, clearing choosing his words carefully, "-have been very vocal about their insistence to stay."

"Gods, yes, please tell them I'm sorry they've spent so long here, they can absolutely go home now my husband has arrived. I would see them but it's probably best if Harry and myself are just ourselves right now." Ginny informed Fergus, guilt washing over her, she wondered if her two teammates would feel put out that she opted not to see them personally, yet she knew right now her main priority involved no one but her; the man she loved; and, as her left hand instinctively landed on her stomach, the small life that they'd created.

Fergus nodded, "Of course, Mrs Potter. I'll be back in a little while, we've discussed a little about why the fainting occurred, but I can get some information for you that explains everything a bit more, it'll be helpful for you both." He said, before briskly leaving the private hospital room, leaving Harry alone with Ginny. She turned her head, her blue eyes meeting his green, and she felt her mouth spread into a wide smile, "So, there's something you should probably know," she began, some of the initial shock had dissipated and pure happiness was settling in its' place.

"I fainted because my blood sugar was a bit low, as well my blood pressure."

Harry frowned, you've never suffered from either of them before have you?" He asked as Ginny felt one of his hands tighten around one of hers, lacing her fingers with his.

"No, I haven't." She answered, squeezing his hand tighter still, "but that's probably because I've never been pregnant before."