Woo Hoo the last of the birth sequels!

After this comes the Next Gen story!

Which will start when Teddy goes to Hogwarts and sort of bounce back and forth.

Thank you if you have stuck with me this far!

I am not JKR.

Chapter One

Denial

Harry glanced over at his despondent wife, she had never acted like this before. He honestly wasn't sure what to do about it. He understood what was wrong, she was scared, rightfully so. But she had withdrawn into herself. She went through the motions with the boys, oftentimes allowing their house elf to oversee tasks like meals and baths. Harry himself had dropped his hours to stay home more and take care of the boys. He was working no more than 20 hours a week and had completely pulled himself from active duty, doing only desk work and background searching.

It didn't help that she was still sick at 17 and a half weeks either. Her body seemed to be building a tolerance to the potions and while it wasn't near as bad as it was when they first found out, she was sick at least twice a day and had a very little acceptance for most foods. She had refused to tell the family at all, she seemed to be pretending that it hadn't happened at all. Though, it was hardly unnoticeable at this point. She had taken to wearing loose clothing, though she hadn't left the house much in the last several weeks. He couldn't help but be slightly offended at the fact that she was acting this way about their child, no matter if he understood her reasons or not. Not to mention he was pretty certain that it wasn't healthy, for her or their baby.

He walked over and let his fingers trail across her head. She glanced up at him and sighed.

"How's today been?" he asked hesitantly.

She shrugged. "James and Albus are down for a kip, Teddy went to Oliver's after school, he will be home in a few hours." She said quietly.

"Alright, and how are you two doing?" he asked and he ran his fingers over her abdomen, only feeling the heavy folds of the sweatshirt she wore, she flinched away from him.

"I am alright. I taught James a bit of reading today. And Albus turned Paddy red and gold and called him Godric all day." She said with a hint of a smile.

Harry glanced around to see if his poor tormented dog was anywhere nearby as he chuckled. "I will set him to straights later on. I am glad the boys are well, how are you, and the baby." He pushed.

He watched the familiar haze settle over her eyes and she looked away from him, visibly stiffening. He stood and huffed out a breath, pinching the bridge of his nose before pushing both hands through his hair. With the absence of the kids, his temper flared unchecked.

"Gin, this is ridiculous!" he growled, throwing his hands up.

She said nothing, only looking at him as he stepped away from her.

"I get that you didn't want this ok, I get it, I do. But this is beyond far enough. That is our baby in there. OUR BABY, as in mine and yours. No different from Jamie, no different from Al and I'll be damned if you sit here and act like you don't want him. I can't take it anymore." He said, frustrated.

"What do you want from me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I want you to at least pretend that you love this baby."

"I-I can't." she stuttered.

He glared at her, he was certain that he hadn't ever been this angry with her. He never got angry with her.

"Send the boys to Ron's when they wake up, I will see to their dinner." He growled before turning to walk out of the door, running right into James who was rubbing his eyes sleepily.

"Daddy is mad? But…I be'd a specially good boy today. I pwomise." He pouted. Harry sighed and picked up his son, turning back to Ginny.

"No scamp, I'm not mad at you at all. I heard that you learned to read today." He said with false cheer.

"Me did, me learned to say words on the book." He nodded.

"Well since you are such a big boy we are going to go play at Uncle Ron's today. Trixie!" he called.

A small house elf popped up in front of him. "Is there something Trixie can do for master?"

Harry nodded. "When Albus wakes up in a bit can you apparate him over to Ron and Hermione's?"

"Of course master of course." She said excitedly. Harry and Ginny rarely asked her to do anything, let alone commanded it. When one of them actually needed her she was more than thrilled.

Harry turned back to Ginny, a frown on his face. "Gin." He plead, not needing to say the words as he adjusted James on his hip.

"Harry, I just, I can't."

"Fine. Fine. Teddy can use the floo on his own, send him through if he gets home before bedtime."

He walked through the front door and sidelong apparated with James in his arms.

0o0o0o0o0

"Harry what are you doing here?" Hermione asked, stunned to see him standing at the door of their flat with her eldest godson in his arms.

"I'm sorry. I just. This was the first place I thought of." He said, gripping James tighter.

"Auntie Mimi!" James cried holding out his arms.

Hermione took him and hugged him close before setting him down.

"Hey munchkin. How are you today?" she asked, stepping to the side to let Harry enter.

"I said words in the book wif mummy, and I pyayed wif Albie and Paddy. Albie made Paddy yook all Wed and lellow, and him roared! Mummy cwied today more. Daddy was mad and yelled but hims not mad at me." He said nodding as he ran past them and down the hall where he knew Rose's room was.

"She isn't napping is she?" Harry said apologetically.

Hermione smiled as she watched James disappear. "No, Ron has her at George's shop, they should be back in a minute." She assured him.

He sat down on the sofa and dropped his head into his hands.

"What happened?" she asked, it had been a while since she saw him upset, this was one of the very few times that she saw him this mad at Ginny.

"I-I am not supposed to say anything." He muttered.

"Harry, we have known everything about each other since we were eleven, if you aren't going to tell me, who are you going to tell?"

"Me?" Ron said as he walked through the door, sitting Rose down to run off into her room.

Harry looked up and shrugged.

"I can't exactly complain to you about your sister." He said, realizing the position he had put himself in.

"Are you kidding? Who better? Here I will start. She is so effing stubborn, when she gets an idea in her head she never, never lets it go. She thinks that her ideas are always the best and if you have an idea that isn't hers she just ignores it. She hexes better than I do and uses them on me. Her kids got out of the red hair. Do I need to keep going?" He said as he sat on the sofa beside him.

Harry gave an amused chuckle. "She's pregnant." He confided.

Both Ron and Hermione looked shocked.

"And you are mad at her for it? I don't think I can support this." Ron said looking at Harry.

"Harry, I can't believe you. It isn't like she did it to herself. I mean it is your baby right? What am I saying of course it is your baby." Hermione rambled.

"Of course he is mine." Harry scoffed. "Honestly. You don't get it, I am happy about him, scared of course after the boys came early and everything but I couldn't be happier. She won't even admit she is pregnant, she won't talk about it, she won't think about it and she refuses to even entertain the idea of him at all. Not to mention she has really bad sickness to the point of needing medical attention but because she won't even consider the pregnancy, let alone the baby, she hasn't been back to see Katie since the day we found out. She outright told me she doesn't love him. She doesn't want him." Harry blustered.

"Harry." Hermione soothed. "It can take a few weeks to get used to the idea, especially if it was unexpected, and given the fact that she had complications with the boys…Just give her a bit, once she gets closer to the end of the first trimester I am sure it will be different."

"She is due the week after you." Harry said dully.

"What!' Ron yelled.

"That's impossible. I would have noticed. She would be more than 17 weeks. There is no way." Hermione argued.

"Yeah? When have you seen her in the last six weeks? She was nearly eleven weeks at the last family dinner we were at. The one we left early, you know before school started back."

"I am going to go see her. Ron stay with Harry and the kids." She said quickly before throwing powder into the fire and spinning out of sight.

O0o0o0o

"Gin! Ginny!" Hermione called through the house. She wandered through and found her sitting against the wall in Albus' room watching him sleep in his toddler bed.

"Gin." Hermione whispered seeing the tears streaming down her face.

Ginny looked up at her and then back to Albus, saying nothing. Understanding her need to sit in silence Hermione slid down the wall beside her, made more difficult by her swollen belly. They sat silently side by side. When Albus woke Hermione got up and got him changed before sending him with Trixie to her flat. When she returned to the room Ginny was still against the wall with her hands over her stomach, her face pale and drawn. Hermione took in the gaunt planes of her face and the thinness in her wrists and neck. She sat down on Albus' small bed, propping her chin on her hands.

"Tell me about the baby." She said.

"I-I can't"

"Why?"

"I can't love this baby. What if he dies because I can't hold onto him long enough. We have lost so many people Hermione. I have tried so hard to be strong for everyone else. But I lost people too, and after the boys coming early and being so afraid I was going to lose them too I just, I don't want to love this baby and risk losing him.. I can't, I just, I'm not strong enough." She said, tears pouring down her face, it was like a floodgate had suddenly opened.

Hermione felt her own tears slide down her face. "You can't pretend this isn't happening Gin. I can't imagine how scary it is, or how shocking, I know you had both decided that Al was it. But Gin this, not eating, not gaining, not going to the healer…None of it is going to help you keep that baby in there longer. None of it is good for the baby, or you. And I am pretty certain that Harry just thinks you don't want his baby."

"He doesn't think that."

"He does. I think he understands what is actually going on, deep down but on a basic level, he just thinks you don't want another baby with him. He thinks you are going to make him choose between you and this baby. He is hurt and terrified. Gin, you are a great mum. Think about Teddy, what if Remus had stayed away. What if he never went back to Tonks?"

"Wouldn't have mattered would it, they both died." She said morosely.

"Gin." Hermione said reproachfully.

"Don't Hermione, just don't. I just, I am not ready for this, I can't, I just, I can't." more tears escaped her eyes.

"Alright, then one thing at a time. We are going to make you an appointment with Katie, we will make it for the same day as mine. We can go together."

"I don't want to go."

"Ginny if you don't go, the likelihood of that baby making it full term after two premature births is slim to none. I know you have lost a lot, but so have we, so has Harry. You know that you are only so scared because you already love this baby as much as you love all three of your boys. Just, think about it alright? And I am going to get in touch with Katie, my appointment is two weeks away, that gives you time to get ready."

Ginny's face paled considerably. "I-I think I am going to be sick."

0o0o0o0o

It was late in the evening when Harry returned, Ron in tow, each of them carrying a sleeping toddler or preschooler. Teddy sleepily slipped into his bedroom and fell asleep near instantly. Ron said goodnight and slipped out before Harry stepped into his and Ginny's room. He found her in the bathroom. She was sitting in the empty bathtub, her face splotchy and she was sniffling.

He leaned against the doorframe.

"Hermione said you were sick for a good part of the afternoon." He said dryly, trying not to let his concern show.

She nodded in response.

"Are you alright? How's the…How are you?" he asked amending his sentence.

"I let Hermione make an appointment with Katie on the same day as hers."

He walked in and sat on the side of the tub, caution in his eyes. "Yeah?"

She nodded.

"I am glad, you'll, you'll at least let me know how it goes right?" he forced himself not to brush the hair from her face.

"I-I was hoping you were coming with me?" She said, tears springing to her eyes, they spilled over nearly instantly.

Harry's shoulders visibly relaxed, "If you want me there, you know I would rather be nowhere else. You sure I can't get you anything?" he said going to stand and allowing himself to move the piece of hair.

"It is time for the potion, and I think I might could drink some ginger tea, maybe try a small sandwich or something."

"Of course, give me just a minute." He said before leaving her in the bathroom.

While he was gone she stood and looked in the mirror, stripping Harry's oversized sweatshirt off, she changed into her favorite black short, short pajama bottoms and grabbed one of Harry's old Gryffindor Tshirts. She loved how soft the worn cotton was. She frowned at how thin she had gotten, it made her baby bump look unnatural. She walked barefoot to the bed and leaned against the headboard. He returned a few minutes later, tray in hand with the potion, a small tea kettle and half a turkey salad sandwich. He sat it on her bedside table before sitting at the bottom of the bed. This was the first he had seen her without tons of layers in weeks.

"Gin, you know that I love you right. No matter what." He said softly.

"Of course I do." She murmured.

He scooted up beside her when she finished sipping the potion, handing her the cup of steaming tea. He touched the hollow of her cheek bone and kissed her temple lightly, the most he had touched her in 5 weeks.

"I look terrible."

"You don't." he assured her, he looked at the way the cotton clung to her tummy.

She sipped the tea slowly.

"I felt him move a few days ago." She whispered.

Harry's eyes shot to hers and his hand jerked to touch her bump, he jerked it back. She stalled but reached for his hand and placed it on her lower abdomen.

"I don't think he is strong enough for you to feel him yet." Her voice trembled. He could tell she was trying, and that it was costing her.

He leaned his forehead to hers, looking into her sad eyes. "Thank you." He said gently, caressing the side of her stomach with this thumb.

"I will try." He felt her tears on his cheeks.

"That is all I asked." He replied.

"What if I fail? What if he dies?"

"You won't fail."

"If I do?" she persisted.

"Then I will still be right here with you."