Safe House

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the elements of it. They are the property of J.K. Rowling, I only wish that I had thought of it first. :D


A/N: I have to thank the wonderful Tarallynne Moon for betaing this fic, she is just incredible.

Chapter 14


The group arrived at Kings Cross station, and quickly walked out to where the Bill had told them that the car would be. Charlie put his hand on his wand and almost silently said the incantation that would make the car visible to them. Harry stepped over to where their Christmas present for the oldest Weasleys was sitting, sparkling in the sun.

“It’s an M-5, we thought that your parents would look good in it,” Harry told them as they examined the beautiful blue car.

“I think that mum will love it,” Ginny said, running her hands over the soft leather seats.

Harry laughed, “I’ve owed your dad a car since second year, it’s about time I replaced the one we lost in the Forbidden Forest.

Ron smiled at Harry and his brother, “This is a lot better than that Ford Anglia that we crashed into the whomping willow.” He leaned into the back window, “This car is bloody brilliant!”

Charlie clapped Ron on the back, “Well, then let’s get in and head home. Bill and Fred are keeping mum and dad out until we get the car hidden. We don’t want dad to see it until Christmas.”

They all climbed into the car, Charlie in the driver’s seat. Ron leaned forward from the back, “Did they charm the inside for more room?” he asked.

“Not yet,” Charlie told him as he drove. “They’re going to finish it at the burrow.”

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The next few days passed with Bill and the twins working on finishing the charms on the car, and Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Charlie helping Molly with preparing the house for Christmas.

George had come to the burrow the night that Harry and Charlie had arrived, and had watched them from the shadows. He smiled when he thought about his dragon chasing older brother being snagged up by the boy-who-lived. He had feelings for Harry but realized that Harry loved Charlie and that he would be excluded from their lives if he didn’t grow up and be happy for them.

Ever since he had come to that conclusion, he had spent as much time at the burrow as he could. He was trying to show them that he could handle being around them without it being uncomfortable.

The night before Christmas came and Ginny invited the entire family and Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks to the burrow for a small party. She had planned very carefully so that she could make her offer to her favorite brother and the man she had been in love with since she was small.
After everyone had arrived, Ginny and Molly brought in hot chocolate and some of Molly’s homemade biscuits. As they handed out the mugs, Ginny watched the assembled group. She sat down between Harry and Charlie and cleared her throat. “I wanted to offer Harry and Charlie something,” she started. “I’ve thought about this since early this school term, and I’ve talked with mum and dad about it and they approve of what I’m about to do.” She took the closest hand of each of the two men, and turned them both toward her. “I want to have a baby for you,” she blurted out. She watched the play of emotion across both of their faces.

“We can’t let you do that, Ginny,” Harry told her. “It wouldn’t be fair to you.”

Ginny leaned up and kissed him on the cheek, “Why wouldn’t it?” she asked. “I know that I would be giving the baby to you and Charlie when it was born, and I want you to be able to have a family. If I can help you and Charlie to get the family you want, I’ll do it.”

Harry dropped his head, staring at his hands. Ginny turned to her brother, “Charlie, this way the baby would be a Potter and a Weasley. I want to do this for the two of you.” The rest of the people in the room were watching the play between the three, Mr. Weasley had his hand over Fred’s mouth to keep him quiet. George, Bill, Remus, Tonks, and Percy were staring with their mouths open.

“Ginny, you’re young. You should wait until you’re ready to have children of your own, don’t do this just because you feel you have to. Harry and I discussed it, and we’re willing to adopt children if we can’t have our own.”

Ginny sighed, “That’s why I’m offering, I don’t want your first child to be adopted. I want you to have a little Potter-Weasley or Weasley-Potter there to be the older brother or sister to anymore children that you have or adopt.” She squeezed her brother’s hand and reached for Harry’s. “Let me do this for you and Charlie. Then no matter what happens, the Potter line will continue. I don’t like to think about anything happening to you, but you are the last Potter.”

Harry looked up into her brown eyes, so much like Charlie’s. “Charlie and I will talk about it, but that’s all I can promise,” he told her. He kissed her on the cheek, stood up and walked out of the room. He headed out into the garden, and Charlie quickly followed.

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Charlie followed Harry into the garden, hoping that he could help him with whatever was bothering him. “Harry,” he said quietly.

Harry turned around and looked at him, Charlie saw tears streaming down his cheeks. “I’m sorry,” Harry said. “I didn’t want anyone to see me like this.”

Charlie wrapped his arms around him, “What’s wrong?”

Harry sniffled and wiped away the tears with one hand, “Ginny is willing to give up her baby, so that we can have children that belong to your family and me. I don’t know if I could live with the thought of her giving up her child. I know that it would be mine too, but it just doesn’t seem fair to make her give it up.”

Charlie ran his hand through Harry’s hair, “I talked to Severus, he tells me that it will take at least a year or two for him to make a potion. The problem is that it doesn’t exist yet and he would have to start from nothing. No one has ever tried to make one before, and if they did, it didn’t work.”

Harry thought for a minute, “Charlie, I think I have an idea. I need to talk to Poppy Pomfrey, she’ll be able to answer my question.” He turned and ran for the house, Charlie following behind at a much slower pace.

When Charlie arrived back in the kitchen of the burrow, Harry was on the floor with his head stuck in the fireplace, and everyone else was sitting at the kitchen table. Charlie sat down between Ginny and Ron and waited for Harry to emerge from the fire.

He pulled his head from the green flames about ten minutes later, a large grin splitting his face. He stepped over to Charlie and hugged him. “Ginny, would you be willing to carry a baby that is completely mine and Charlie’s?” he asked.

Ginny smiled and nodded her head. “Yes, Harry,” she answered.

“I just spoke to Poppy and Professor Snape, and they said that they can magically change one of our donations to eggs and implant the fertilized eggs into a witch that is willing to carry the baby,” he said breathlessly. “So Ginny would be carrying her niece or nephew, not her son or daughter.”

Mrs. Weasley dabbed at her eyes, “I’m going to be a grandmother.”

Mr. Weasley put his arm around his wife’s shoulders and pulled her close. “Now if just one of our children would get married, she would be the happiest woman alive.”

Charlie smiled at his parents, “Done,” he said as he looked toward Harry. “How does June sound, Harry?”

“Perfect,” Harry told him.