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Tweak says, "let the Wookie win."

It wasn't anything big really, just a bunch of little things piled all atop one another. It was the mood swings, the aching breasts, the fact that she hadn't had her period in two months, though it had taken her a while to realize it had been that long. And despite having had three children, it wasn't even a possibility in her mind that she was pregnant. She was too old! And it wasn't as though she'd had anything resembling sex education at any point in her life.

When she told Healer Blythe what was going on, the elderly witch looked at her blandly--she'd been Ginny's personal Healer from the time Ginny had left the Harpies, so they'd gone through an awful lot together over the years. "Have you taken a pregnancy test, Ms. Weasley?"

Ginny sighed, brows furrowing. "Oh no, I'm too old to get pregnant! I really think this has to be early menopause," she insisted, trying to ignore the way Healer Blythe tutted and shook her head.

"My dear, witches don't typically go into menopause until well into their sixties or seventies. You are absolutely still in your child-bearing years. Lay back now, let's see what we can see."

Doing as instructed, Ginny lay back on the examination table, lifting her shirt and shifting the band of her trousers down to expose her stomach to her healer. The spell Healer Blythe cast was a familiar one, though she'd last had it cast on her nearly twent years ago, when she found out she was pregnant with Lily. After Lily, she'd gone on birth control, but she'd got out of the habit of taking it once Harry moved to Hogwarts during their separation, assuming--wrongly, apparently--that it was pointless to keep it up since she wasn't having sex and didn't believe she could get pregnant anymore.

But the sound that filled the small exam room was unmistakable. Pregnant. She was pregnant. Oh gods. Was that panic filling her? Tears were certainly pricking her eyes, threatening to fall. She'd had her kids! How could she be pregnant again now, when her children were all grown up, living their lives? And that didn't even begin to touch on the fact that she'd had sex with several men since filing for divorce.

"I didn't... oh gods, I really didn't think I could get pregnant anymore," she said, panicked eyes searching the healer's.

"Don't panic, love," Healer Blythe murmured reassuringly. "You're reading at fourteen weeks, which means that though there isn't a large window, you do have the chance to take a few days to think it over. There's no reason to make a rash decision about it. I am going to insist that you start taking the prenatal potions right away and stop any recreational drinking or drugs you might be doing."

When Ginny started to protest, Healer Blythe simply raised a hand and looked at her shrewdly. "It's not an accusation, Ms. Weasley. I've just been doing this a very long time and caution every pregnant patient the same thing. When you've made your decision, you can either schedule an appointment with me or your obstetrician."

By the time Ginny left the Healer's office, she had her prenatal potions and a certain numbness in her body. Sitting on a little bench outside the office, she got her phone out. She stared at Blaise's name on the screen much longer than she wanted to admit before finally tapping the screen to open their messages.

To Blaise: I've just left the Healer's office and have some news. Can you meet me at my flat?