I probably shouldn't be writing any new stories while I still have SEVERAL unfinished ones, but this idea has been in my head all year, so now you all have to suffer with me. THANKYOU FOR READING!

Exactly eight days after Harry defeated Voldemort, he opened his eyes, realising that he hadn't had any nightmares the night before. His heart wasn't racing, he wasn't sweating, he didn't need to vomit… there was nothing. He was perfectly warm, content, relax – and Ginny Weasley was in his bed.

With a grin, the last glimmer of grogginess faded from Harry's mind. He suddenly recalled the events of the night before, and his heart started to race again at the sight of Ginny, naked, her still-sleepy eyes open and looking up at him.

She stayed here all night… Harry leaned forward and kissed her, a warmth pooling in his body. She was much too far away, he'd need to change that.

Her fingers moved through Harry's messy strands of hair, pulling him closer. He gleefully obliged, images of the previous night flashing in his mind. He'd snuck into her room after Mrs Weasley had checked on them both, then aparated the two of them to Grimmauld Place so they could 'catch up'.

And catch up we did, Harry thought, deepening their kiss. He'd have to aparate them back before any of her family noticed they were both missing, but maybe they had time to catch up again before they left…

And then, Ginny jolted away and sat up, rigid. Harry felt as though a bucket of ice had been poured over the top of him, the loss of her body heat making him too aware of how cold the room was.

"Ginny, what –" he started to say, but she held up her hand, staring straight ahead but not really seeing the wall in front of her. Her eyes were wide, but unfocused, as though she was lost in thought but concentrating hard on it.

After a long moment (Harry was nervous that she'd remain frozen like that forever) she turned to him. "Harry… Harry I think…" she swallowed, and finally made eye contact with him. "I think we have a baby."

Harry stiffened for three whole seconds, then started laughing nervously, sitting up to face her directly. "I think it takes longer than this to know that sort of thing… plus I took that potion Hermione gave you…"

She put her hands on his shoulders. "No, no you don't understand…" she struggled to get the words out. "He's… Harry, he…" she took a deep breath. "I just remembered my dream… no, it's not a dream. I remembered… that last year, on your birthday… oh Merlin… Harry. Harry I got pregnant! I had a baby in February!"

I'm still dreaming. Harry thought. I haven't woken up yet, and I'm still delirious after what me and Ginny got up to last night.

"Harry." Ginny shook him a little. "I'm serious, Harry. I'm not lying. He was born two months early. I didn't tell anybody, not even Mum knows."

Rational thinking finally came over Harry. "Wait, I'm going to need you to go back to the part about you getting pregnant on my birthday… what? How? Why didn't you tell me when the war ended? Or before? Did you forget that you had a baby? And more importantly, where is the baby now?"

Ginny's face paled. She looked as though the blood had been completely drained from her body, as though a vampire wanted to suck the life out of her. "Harry… I don't know…"