Full Circle

By Mellicent

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, settings, and events of the Harry Potter realm belong to the creative mind of J. K. Rowling.

Summary: Ginny's seventh year was going to be nothing like she imagined. Her new DADA professor is just one of the many hardships in her final year at Hogwarts. But, as in life all things tend to come full circle.

Chapter 1: How could it have gone so wrong?

Ginny sat in the small exam room at St. Mungo's Hospital waiting for the Medi-witch to return with the results of her annual exam. She looked around the room which reminded her of the hospital wing at Hogwarts, a place that due to her love of Quidditch she had spent a great deal of time. "I wonder what's taking so long. It usually never takes this long."

The young dark haired Medi-witch entered the room making it seem that much smaller. She looked at her patient, a teenage girl with striking red hair, fair skinned, with a few freckles lightly dusted across her face. The girl's chestnut eyes looked sad and troubled already and the Medi-witch new the news she had to deliver to her patient would only make matters worse. She proceeded to tell Ginny the results of her exam and could see the lack of comprehension in the girl's eyes. After a few moments, she finally spoke. Her voice barely above a whisper

"I'm sorry, but what did you just say?" asked a confused Ginny Weasley. Her soft chestnut eyes widening in horror praying to the gods that she just heard the Medi-witch wrong. There was no way on magical earth that what she said was right. It couldn't be.

"I said, Miss Weasley that you are pregnant." As the Medi-witch confirmed Ginny's worst fears she felt tears welling up in her eyes. Ginny stared into the soft blue eyes of the woman who was telling her that her life was never going to be the same.

"I'm only sixteen. I still have another year of school left. And…and…How am I going to tell my parents. They are going to kill me and if they don't, one of my six brothers will," she ranted as she broke down into tears. Ginny dropped her head into her hands and cried. She would be the biggest disappointment her parents has ever known of this she was certain.

"Well, maybe you and your boyfriend can sit down with…" the Medi-witch began, but was cut off by Ginny.

"There is no boyfriend. Not anymore, at least," sighed Ginny as she quietly left the exam room and somberly flooed from St. Mungo's to the busy wizard shopping district known as Diagon Alley to contemplate how she got her self into this particular situation before breaking the news to her parents.

A few hours and many sad and angry tears later she arrived at the burrow, her family home. Saying she was nervous about what she had to tell her parents was an understatement. She could not recall another time in her life when she felt this apprehensive, minus the events from her first year at Hogwarts. As she stepped from the fireplace and dusted the soot from her clothing she heard her mother call from the kitchen.

"Ginny, dear is that you?"

"Yes, Mum it's me," she replied as she walked into the kitchen. "Did you need help with anything?"

"No, dear it's just you, me and your father this evening," answered Molly Weasley the matriarch of the Weasley family.

Ginny looked at her mother, her red hair now beginning to show slight streaks of grey, her sparkling blues eyes were just like the twins. Ginny saw the woman responsible for bringing so much love into their diminutive home. She is also, the same Molly Prewett Weasley who on occasion had the temper of a wounded animal. None of the Weasley children enjoyed being on the receiving end of one of the mother's famous tirades, but Ginny felt like tonight, she would be.

"I'm going to go to my room then and work on some of my summer potions homework, then." Ginny turned and walked from the kitchen to her room. Molly watched as her youngest child left the room. She knew after raising seven children that there was something definitely bothering her youngest child. She had been moping around the house since she arrived back home from school. It's probably just boy problems. I do hope she comes around soon. I hate seeing her this way.

Ginny lay across her bed giving up on her homework long ago when she heard a knock on her door.

"Yes," she called.

"Dinner's ready, Gin," said Arthur Weasley from the doorway."

"I'll be right down."

Dinner that night was a tense affair. Ginny barely spoke to her parents who continually tried to engage her into conversation. After a while, the elder Weasleys gave up and they continued in silence until Ginny spoke.

"Mum, Dad. There's something I need to talk to you about after dinner."

"Sure, Gin. You know, you could just tell us now," smiled Arthur.

"I think I'd rather wait. If that's alright with you."

"Of course, Ginny, dear," answered Molly.

The rest on the meal went by treacherously slow for Ginny. She looked over to her father at the head of the table. She always loved how jovial her father's disposition was. When she looked at Arthur Weasley she saw the fair skinned, slightly balding red head, but the most outstanding feature her father had was his warm, twinkling brown eyes. She felt guilty knowing that in a matter of minutes, she was going to be responsible for erasing her favorite feature from her father's face.

"Well Gin, what did you need to talk to us about?" asked Arthur as he sat in his worn, but favorite chair. Molly sat on the sofa next to Ginny, who looked at her parents, took a deep breath. She sat with her back straight wringing her hand in her lap. She looked at the ceiling blinking rapidly to fight back the tears that were beginning to form. Molly placed her hand on Ginny's knee.

"You know you can tell us anything, right?"

"I know, Mum but what I have to say isn't the easiest thing in the world to say," Ginny replied. Well, here goes nothing… or everything. "Mum, Dad. There's just no easy way to say what I have to tell you." She paused for a moment. " I went to St. Mungo's today for my yearly check-up. While I was there …. I …. I…." Tears began rolling down Ginny's cheeks. She raised a pale trembling hand to wipe them away.

"Gin, honey, what is it? What's the matter?" implored her father. She hung her head so she would not have to see the look of utter disappointment on her parents' faces when she whispered the words no parents wants to hear from their teenage daughter.

"I'm pregnant."

Molly and Arthur Weasley paled at the statement made by their youngest child. Shock, anger, and disappointment flooded through them both.

"Ginny.." Molly began.

"Please don't say it, Mum. I know you are both angry and disappointed, but I don't think I can bear actually hearing those words from you. Not right now, please," she begged. Molly placed her arm around her daughter's shoulders and drew her into a comforting hug.

"Gin, who… who is this child's father?" Arthur asked.

"It doesn't matter. He wouldn't even want to know and I don't plan on telling him. He isn't the guy I thought he was."

Flashback

Ginny happily made her way down to the head boy's room in the dungeons. She was finished with her classes for the week and wanted nothing more than to spend as much time as possible with her boyfriend, Draco Malfoy. As she entered his quarters, she heard muffled sounds coming from the bedroom as she opened the door she was greeted gruffly.

"Whoever it is, get the bloody hell out of here!"

Ginny took in the scene before her. She saw her boyfriend of nearly two years in his large four poster bed with his crisp, white uniform shirt completely unbuttoned trailing behind his back. His platinum blonde hair uncharacteristically mused laying with an equally undressed Daphne Greengrass, a seventh year Slytherin witch who had been trying to garner Draco's attention for quite a while. Confused, Ginny replied, "Excuse me?"

The sound of Daphne's feminine giggling coursed through the room as Draco ran his long elegant fingers over her bare stomach..

"Draco, wh-what's going on here?" she asked. Her bottom lip trembled as she spoke.

He looked over at the petite red head and sneered.

"What does it look like… Weasley

"Weasley?"

"That is your name isn't it?" asked the black haired witch as she nuzzled closer to Draco.

"Dr-Draco, why are you doing this?" Ginny could feel the sting of tears in her eyes fighting them back with all of her strength. Her heart was breaking with every word spoken. She looked into his silver eyes hoping to see some clue that this was just a sick joke. His eyes were cold as ice. None of the warmth she'd known for the last few years was there. This was the old Draco, the Draco controlled by his evil father, Lucius Malfoy.

"What Weasley, did you honestly think we'd be together forever? Really! You were just a… a challenge. Like all challenges when they've been conquered, they're over just like this… this thing we had. It's through. We're through.

Ginny turned to leave fighting back the tears. She felt her chest tighten as her heart began to shatter into tiny pieces like shards of glass. She stopped at the door. Her voice strained, she projecting all of the hurt she felt. "Draco Malfoy, you are a bloody selfish, abhorrent bastard. I truly hope one day, you get what you deserve."

"And what's that, Weasel?" he spat.

"A lonely life full of misery and regret. A life that constantly relives memories of how you hurt those who were foolish enough to give a damn about you and your happiness because no one else will."

"No, weasel. The life of misery and regret will be yours. I'm a Malfoy. We don't bother with such trivial things." He sneered then added, "Close the door on your way out, Princess. I'm in the middle of something here."

Ginny was in the cold dark hallway of the dungeons before the tears flooded from her eyes. She fell to her knees on the cold stone floor and cried for every thought, every wish, and every dream that they had shared together. Then, cried for all the plans that they had made that would never come true. She was vaguely aware of the olive skinned figure in the hallway that lifted her from the stone floor and began to comfort her as he stealthily carried her back to Gryffindor tower.

End Flashback

Molly and Arthur assured Ginny that even though the circumstance is not what they had envisioned for her, they would always love her and support her and her child as they would for any of their children. Ginny hugged both of her parents and told them once again how sorry she was for everything then went up the stairs to her room. She crawled into the bed not bothering to change clothes. She sighed heavily before drifting off to sleep. This would have been so much easier if you were still with me. Why couldn't you have just loved me?