I woke up and glanced at the clock. I groaned and tried to fall asleep again, failing miserably. It was only 6:30. Accepting that I wouldn't be able to get back to sleep, I kissed Ginny on the head and walked downstairs. It was exactly 3 months since we had got married and all was well. I made myself some Butterbeer and sat dow at the table. We had moved into Mum and Dads rebuilt house and were settling in nicely. Ginny came plodding down the stairs and sat across from me. She took a sip from my Butterbeer and cleared her throat. 'Harry, I have some news.' She took my hand and smiled at me,' Harry, I'm pregnant!' I got up and walked around the table,'yes!' I roars picking Ginny up and swinging her round,'I'm going to be a Dad!'