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Taking a break from NaNo plottage for now for some HP fic. T/G pregnancy fic, to be precise. Inspired by slytherincess's post about pregnancy fics. I just had to see if I could do one.
This is rather obviously an AU, as there're no Weaslylets running around in GoF and beyond. And I don't have the books with me, so I'm playing fast and loose with canon.
Oh, and this is probably a stupid idea, because I have 50 minutes in which to write a pregnancy fic, and pregfics take a lot more time than that to develop properly. But I'm going to try anyway.
This is for rhiannariddle, because she never writes anymore. :-( That, and I miss the old Gin 'n Tonic days, even if I was never really a shipper.
*****
It is June. The Chamber has been sealed. And Ginny still can't sleep.
The satiny sheets feel cold and clammy against her body. Soft moonlight filters through the window, but it brings no comfort. She twists and turns, yet never drifts off.
Instead, she thinks. And she remembers. She wishes she didn't; she wishes that that night would drift off into the hazy oblivion of memories past. But it doesn't. It keeps on resurfacing, frothing to the surface like a drowning man coming up for air.
What really happened down there?
It was Tom. The Tom of the diary, the friend she trusted with her most intimate secrets. He knew everything about her, and he...used her.
She remembers his heavy form upon her. She remembers him fumbling with her clothes, ripping, tearing them aside. She remembers being too weak or too stuporous to resist, a rag doll on the rocky floor. She remembers crying out in pain. She remembers the warmth coming unbidden to parts of her body. She remembers the hot flush of shame spreading across her cheeks.
She wishes she didn't remember.
And now it is over. Except it's not. Ginny knows that it's not over, that it can never be over, because what happened in the Chamber of Secrets cannot be undone. Some things just change a person forever.
Ginny rolls over for the umpteenth time and shuts her eyes tight. She buries her face in the pillow and wills herself asleep. After a while, unconsciousness claims her.
*****
It is July. The school year has ended. And Ginny is worried.
She is late. She tells herself that it is probably nothing. She is young. Her monthlies are not yet regular. Scarcely six month before, she bled for the first time. It has only been six weeks since her last.
There're many reasons why a twelve year old girl might be late. Ginny knows them all. It could just be her age. Perhaps her diet is inadequate. Maybe the Muggle milk her father buys is laced with hormones. It could be her newly-strengthened magical powers. Or it could be the stress of the Chamber.
The stress of the Chamber.
Ginny no longer forces the memory of what happened there from her mind. She has come to terms with it. She knows that she cannot deny it. She knows that trying will only make things worse. But oh, how she wishes she could pretend it never happened.
The word "rape" comes unbidden to her mind.
Tom raped her. He violated her. And Ginny did nothing to stop him. A fresh flush of shame falls upon her face.
She still hasn't told her parents.
The rational, logical part of her mind seethes with anger. She knows it is unproductive; Tom was a memory, a ghost from 50 years ago, something hideously preserved by an age old diary. But she feels better. It takes her mind off the present.
How will her parents respond? They thought she was safe when she turned up alive. Little did they know.
It is too early to get upset. Ginny sits back and wishes her period would come.
*****
It is August. The air is hot in the Burrow. And Ginny is pregnant.
It can no longer be anything else. Ginny hasn't menstruated since the middle of May. Ten weeks is a problem. So the Weasleys take Ginny to the witchdoctor.
The witchdoctor said, "Ooh, eeh, oooh, aahh aahh." And he takes Ginny's vitals. And he performs lots of tests. And he gives Ginny a full exam. And then the word comes.
Ginny is pregnant.
Arthur and Molly are in shock. "How could this happen?" Molly stammers. Her face looks like it's just been trampled by a hippogriff. A mixture of rage and sadness and disappointment and disbelief. Ginny can't stand it.
Arthur is more direct. "Who have you been with?" he demands.
Ginny feels like crying. She feels her eyes water. Luckily no tear falls. "The Chamber..." she stammers.
All the anger drains out of both parents' faces.
"Oh, honey," Molly says, embracing Ginny. And Molly is crying. Ginny can feel her sobs, her whole body shaking. "I never knew," Molly says, numbly.
"I didn't want you to," says Ginny.
They go home in silence. Ginny can tell that her father wants to speak, but he doesn't know the words. None of them do.
When they reach the Burrow, he finally speaks. "What next?" he asks.
*****
It is September. The school year has begun again. And Ginny is sick.
Hermione holds her hair back while she vomits into a chamber pot. "Thank you," Ginny murmurs. "It must have been something I ate."
Her friends don't know yet. Dumbledore does, but not the rest of the school. Her parents wanted to keep it a secret.
Ginny doesn't see the point. In a few months, everyone will know anyway.
But she keeps her silence because she's afraid of their reactions. Will they think her a monster? A freak? Twelve year old girls do not get pregnant. It is against the laws of nature. Heck, most of them can't even get pregnant. But it happened to Ginny.
She thinks about all the older students. Some of them must be having sex. Why, she'd even caught Percy and Penelope going for it on the Hogwarts Express. Yet this didn't happen to them. None of them were dumb enough to let the consequences catch up to them.
Ginny pushes such thoughts from her mind. It was not her fault. Tom Riddle abused her. She was assaulted by the most powerful dark wizard who ever lived.
But would they understand that? They were not the ones who would be having a baby. She was. How could they ever empathize? Or even sympathize?
Ginny went downstairs to try and keep some breakfast down.
*****
It is November. Snow is on the ground. And Ginny is big.
She feels like a fat cow. Her belly has swollen like an overinflated Quaffle. Her breasts - tiny bumps when this ordeal began - are now larger than some of the 5th years. She feels ugly and ashamed and wishes she could hide all day.
Everyone knows. Most people are pretty decent about it. If they comment at all, it's to reassure her or express their sympathy. Although the well-wishers sometimes get annoying. Sometimes she wishes she could just forget.
She feels their stares upon her. She knows she's the center of attention. Last year, she would've loved it. But this year, she wants to disappear. Let someone else provide the freak show.
She bumps into people on the way to class. They move out of the way, afraid to touch her. Or they treat her like glass, a fragile vessel that might break. Neither one is particularly fun.
She hopes she can go back to the carefree girl she once was after all this is over. But she doesn't think so. You don't carry around another life form for 9 months without being changed by it.
*****
It is February. The comforting environment of the Burrow surround her. And Ginny is in labor.
Dumbledore decided it would be best if she gave birth at home. Hogwarts is no place for a pregnant woman, even if she is a student. Ginny doesn't mind. She welcomes the privacy.
She has been keeping up on her schoolwork via owl. It is almost most relaxing this way. Far fewer stressors. Except for the impending due date.
Now the contractions have started. Ginny feels a slight twinge in her abdomen. Another one, later. Then they start to come faster and faster. Ginny is afraid.
Her mother is next to her. She holds Ginny's hand and whispers comforting words of encouragement. "Don't worry, darling, you popped right out. It'll be over in no time."
Ginny thinks on the irony. Only twelve years ago, this baby was her. She feels oddly sad. What happened to her childhood?
Another contraction. They are painful now. Ginny cries out. She feels the most unbearable pressure on her pelvis. Her mother tells her to "PUSH!"
She hears crying and looks down. Her mother swaddles the baby and brings it close to her. He has black hair and blue eyes. Just like his father.
Ginny shivers. She has given birth to a monster.
And now I'm being kicked out. How was that? Not terribly bad for 45 minutes writing.
This is rather obviously an AU, as there're no Weaslylets running around in GoF and beyond. And I don't have the books with me, so I'm playing fast and loose with canon.
Oh, and this is probably a stupid idea, because I have 50 minutes in which to write a pregnancy fic, and pregfics take a lot more time than that to develop properly. But I'm going to try anyway.
This is for rhiannariddle, because she never writes anymore. :-( That, and I miss the old Gin 'n Tonic days, even if I was never really a shipper.
*****
It is June. The Chamber has been sealed. And Ginny still can't sleep.
The satiny sheets feel cold and clammy against her body. Soft moonlight filters through the window, but it brings no comfort. She twists and turns, yet never drifts off.
Instead, she thinks. And she remembers. She wishes she didn't; she wishes that that night would drift off into the hazy oblivion of memories past. But it doesn't. It keeps on resurfacing, frothing to the surface like a drowning man coming up for air.
What really happened down there?
It was Tom. The Tom of the diary, the friend she trusted with her most intimate secrets. He knew everything about her, and he...used her.
She remembers his heavy form upon her. She remembers him fumbling with her clothes, ripping, tearing them aside. She remembers being too weak or too stuporous to resist, a rag doll on the rocky floor. She remembers crying out in pain. She remembers the warmth coming unbidden to parts of her body. She remembers the hot flush of shame spreading across her cheeks.
She wishes she didn't remember.
And now it is over. Except it's not. Ginny knows that it's not over, that it can never be over, because what happened in the Chamber of Secrets cannot be undone. Some things just change a person forever.
Ginny rolls over for the umpteenth time and shuts her eyes tight. She buries her face in the pillow and wills herself asleep. After a while, unconsciousness claims her.
*****
It is July. The school year has ended. And Ginny is worried.
She is late. She tells herself that it is probably nothing. She is young. Her monthlies are not yet regular. Scarcely six month before, she bled for the first time. It has only been six weeks since her last.
There're many reasons why a twelve year old girl might be late. Ginny knows them all. It could just be her age. Perhaps her diet is inadequate. Maybe the Muggle milk her father buys is laced with hormones. It could be her newly-strengthened magical powers. Or it could be the stress of the Chamber.
The stress of the Chamber.
Ginny no longer forces the memory of what happened there from her mind. She has come to terms with it. She knows that she cannot deny it. She knows that trying will only make things worse. But oh, how she wishes she could pretend it never happened.
The word "rape" comes unbidden to her mind.
Tom raped her. He violated her. And Ginny did nothing to stop him. A fresh flush of shame falls upon her face.
She still hasn't told her parents.
The rational, logical part of her mind seethes with anger. She knows it is unproductive; Tom was a memory, a ghost from 50 years ago, something hideously preserved by an age old diary. But she feels better. It takes her mind off the present.
How will her parents respond? They thought she was safe when she turned up alive. Little did they know.
It is too early to get upset. Ginny sits back and wishes her period would come.
*****
It is August. The air is hot in the Burrow. And Ginny is pregnant.
It can no longer be anything else. Ginny hasn't menstruated since the middle of May. Ten weeks is a problem. So the Weasleys take Ginny to the witchdoctor.
The witchdoctor said, "Ooh, eeh, oooh, aahh aahh." And he takes Ginny's vitals. And he performs lots of tests. And he gives Ginny a full exam. And then the word comes.
Ginny is pregnant.
Arthur and Molly are in shock. "How could this happen?" Molly stammers. Her face looks like it's just been trampled by a hippogriff. A mixture of rage and sadness and disappointment and disbelief. Ginny can't stand it.
Arthur is more direct. "Who have you been with?" he demands.
Ginny feels like crying. She feels her eyes water. Luckily no tear falls. "The Chamber..." she stammers.
All the anger drains out of both parents' faces.
"Oh, honey," Molly says, embracing Ginny. And Molly is crying. Ginny can feel her sobs, her whole body shaking. "I never knew," Molly says, numbly.
"I didn't want you to," says Ginny.
They go home in silence. Ginny can tell that her father wants to speak, but he doesn't know the words. None of them do.
When they reach the Burrow, he finally speaks. "What next?" he asks.
*****
It is September. The school year has begun again. And Ginny is sick.
Hermione holds her hair back while she vomits into a chamber pot. "Thank you," Ginny murmurs. "It must have been something I ate."
Her friends don't know yet. Dumbledore does, but not the rest of the school. Her parents wanted to keep it a secret.
Ginny doesn't see the point. In a few months, everyone will know anyway.
But she keeps her silence because she's afraid of their reactions. Will they think her a monster? A freak? Twelve year old girls do not get pregnant. It is against the laws of nature. Heck, most of them can't even get pregnant. But it happened to Ginny.
She thinks about all the older students. Some of them must be having sex. Why, she'd even caught Percy and Penelope going for it on the Hogwarts Express. Yet this didn't happen to them. None of them were dumb enough to let the consequences catch up to them.
Ginny pushes such thoughts from her mind. It was not her fault. Tom Riddle abused her. She was assaulted by the most powerful dark wizard who ever lived.
But would they understand that? They were not the ones who would be having a baby. She was. How could they ever empathize? Or even sympathize?
Ginny went downstairs to try and keep some breakfast down.
*****
It is November. Snow is on the ground. And Ginny is big.
She feels like a fat cow. Her belly has swollen like an overinflated Quaffle. Her breasts - tiny bumps when this ordeal began - are now larger than some of the 5th years. She feels ugly and ashamed and wishes she could hide all day.
Everyone knows. Most people are pretty decent about it. If they comment at all, it's to reassure her or express their sympathy. Although the well-wishers sometimes get annoying. Sometimes she wishes she could just forget.
She feels their stares upon her. She knows she's the center of attention. Last year, she would've loved it. But this year, she wants to disappear. Let someone else provide the freak show.
She bumps into people on the way to class. They move out of the way, afraid to touch her. Or they treat her like glass, a fragile vessel that might break. Neither one is particularly fun.
She hopes she can go back to the carefree girl she once was after all this is over. But she doesn't think so. You don't carry around another life form for 9 months without being changed by it.
*****
It is February. The comforting environment of the Burrow surround her. And Ginny is in labor.
Dumbledore decided it would be best if she gave birth at home. Hogwarts is no place for a pregnant woman, even if she is a student. Ginny doesn't mind. She welcomes the privacy.
She has been keeping up on her schoolwork via owl. It is almost most relaxing this way. Far fewer stressors. Except for the impending due date.
Now the contractions have started. Ginny feels a slight twinge in her abdomen. Another one, later. Then they start to come faster and faster. Ginny is afraid.
Her mother is next to her. She holds Ginny's hand and whispers comforting words of encouragement. "Don't worry, darling, you popped right out. It'll be over in no time."
Ginny thinks on the irony. Only twelve years ago, this baby was her. She feels oddly sad. What happened to her childhood?
Another contraction. They are painful now. Ginny cries out. She feels the most unbearable pressure on her pelvis. Her mother tells her to "PUSH!"
She hears crying and looks down. Her mother swaddles the baby and brings it close to her. He has black hair and blue eyes. Just like his father.
Ginny shivers. She has given birth to a monster.
And now I'm being kicked out. How was that? Not terribly bad for 45 minutes writing.