Yet Another Teen Pregnancy
"Er...I know that this may come as a bit of a shock Mum, Dad, Percy... but...I'm pregnant."
Well, who would have thought it?
Ginny, pregnant at sixteen-
I need a drink.
I'm going to be a grandmother. A grandmother, at my age...
This is all Bill's fault. If he had shown a proper example to the young ones by marrying that Patricia-girl he was courting in his seventh-year at Hogwarts, this would never have happened.
Oh, my poor little girl. Pregnant at her age, and she won't tell anyone who the father is. I'm hoping its Harry; at least we know him and he does seem to be spending a lot of time with her in between fighting Voldemort and playing Quiddich for England. Actually, in all likelihood it probably is Harry. And when he dies, because I don't see how anyone can survive Avada Kedavra twice, she'll be left all alone with a baby or (if she has my luck) two to support.
I suppose I'll have to get Arthur and the boys to start building an extra storey now if it's going to be ready by the birth; and then, of course, there are the clothes--I don't think Ron's old ones are quite up for the job so I'll probably have to buy new ones. Then of course someone has to go with her to St Mungo's for her weekly check-ups and I doubt Harry will have time with his NEWT's coming up...
Section three of the International Convention for Witches Pregnant Before They Reach Seventeen Years Of Age has a loophole that clearly states that I, '...as the brother of the said witch...' am clearly within my rights to '...administer a [non-fatal] poison to the impregnator within ten days of the news becoming public knowledge...'
Right. So all that I need to do now is find a non-fatal poison that kills the bastard in large quantities. I wonder if the Poisonous Substances Department would be willing to help.
There could be an advantage to all this-
He could be muggle-born.
God, I really need another drink.
Ginny will have to keep going to Hogwarts of course, I don't want her to end up like one of those brainless teenaged witches who smoke weed all day and laze about the house. No, my daughter will get a proper education. That, of course, means we'll all have to make some sacrifices-
And I suppose Harry's going to want to move in...
I need a drink.