The Potters

Disclaimer: I own none of the JKR characters, but I do own the plot

I'm back people, and this time with a fresh new outlook on my Harry Potter characters! Harry, Hermione, Ginny, Draco, Ron and Lavender are out of Hogwarts (one year) and already have families started up.

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PATTY


Chapter One

New Life

May 24, 2004

Hermione yawned and stretched, noticing Harry's arm was draped over her stomach. She smiled and lifted his hand to her lips to kiss it. Harry stirred and turned in his sleep. She stood and peeked outside their bedroom window. The lovely flat Harry had bought them last year was vibrant from TLC. She saw that it was drizzling outside, and people moved along for work, holding large umbrellas that decorated the cluttered streets of Diagon Alley.

She sighed happily and rubbed her large belly. She was eight months pregnant with Harry and hers' baby. She was a little shocked to know that she was going to have one large baby boy, but Harry was ecstatic.

After Hogwarts, Harry was offered an incredible job as seeker for the English Quidditch team. She, one the other hand, owned her own bookstore. It was the largest, most famous bookstore in the Wizarding World. People from all over the country came to visit it. She had books on every topic the world had to offer.

Harry rolled, emitting a loud snore and fell from the bed. She turned from the window and saw his dimly lit green eyes appear from the edge of the bed. Giggling madly, she waddled over to him and sat on the edge of the bed, near his sleepy face.

"Yet another strange dream, Harry?" Hermione asked. Harry had been having "strange dreams" for almost a week. Last time, his dream was that they were floating on clouds, and he fell from his clumsily, to only be brought back using his broomstick.

"No, not today love, I was simply clumsy," Harry said, standing up. He stretched and rubbed her belly enthusiastically.

"That's my boy, my lovely boy Alex!" Harry said. He slipped on his glasses and stared at his bedside clock.

"Bloody hell Hermione its nine o clock, I'm late for practice!" Harry said, rushing towards the bathroom. She smiled.

"Harry, your clock is wrong; it's only seven in the morning!" She called to him. The bathroom door creaked open and Harry glided towards her and planted a firm kiss on her lips.

"Thank you Hermione, I would have flown in too early and looked like a fool," Harry said, pulling back from her. Her smile was still on her face. She stood and walked down the long hallway to the kitchen. Pulling out her wand, she started coffee and pulled out scones from the fridge to heat them. When Harry came from their room, fully dressed in his Quidditch gear, she was sitting at the kitchen table, a large cup of milk and scone before her as she read the Daily Prophet. She had set out a plate of crumpets and scones for Harry, along with his coffee just the way he liked it—black.

He took a sip and pulled down the newspaper gently to see her face.

"Are you going to work today?" he asked giving her a thankful smile as he sipped his coffee.

"No, not today, it seems that my feet are incredibly sore, but Ginny and Lavender are coming by today, they also have maternity leave from their jobs," Hermione said, folding the Prophet.

"Lovely, then I shall see you tonight!" he exclaimed, kissing her gently on the lips, and then on her belly.

"And you too little man, don't give your mummy any problems!" Harry said, standing up and clenching his broomstick. He waved and there was a loud pop. Harry had apparated, and left her alone to finish reading.


Ginny and Lavender were coming by the flat around twelve so they can shop. Ginny was due any day, and Lavender was also eight months pregnant. She decided that Faith needed a new friend, now that she was a year old. Ginny, right after finishing Hogwarts had gotten a job at a top law firm in the wizarding world, but soon after working she became pregnant, but still worked even now. But today she took the day off to spend time with her. Lavender was a seamstress at Madam Malkins. She took maternity leave in her seventh month. Her pregnancy was much better than the one with Faith was.

No one spoke of the horrid memories that plagued them for the last two years at Hogwarts, only the good memories were spoken about.

Hermione lifted herself from the table and tried to keep balance on her feet, the baby was weighing down on her. She dragged herself back into her room to rest a bit, and then dress for later.


"Hermione sweetheart, how have you been?" Lavender tried to hug her, but finding it hard to do so, just rubbed her large belly gently against Hermione's. Ginny did the same. They flooded into the sitting room and gossiped about this or that.

"Draco's been working really hard since the baby's coming soon. You know, he's the top lawyer at our firm. And he's making sure the money keeps rolling in so our little boy or girl will live a happy life," Ginny exclaimed, rubbing her belly.

"I try to make sure I at least have Ron read to the baby and me an hour a day, ever since he's become Minister of Magic, I've been running after him, he's usually home by seven, and knocked out by seven o three," Lavender said sadly. Hermione gasped. She remembered that Ron was offered the job to lead the Ministry of Magic.

"Oh, Lavender, that'll change," She reassured her. Ginny stood and went into the kitchen. She was wearing simple maternity slacks, with a white shirt and a vest that matched her pants. Her long red hair was cut to be short and curly. It framed her face perfectly, and made her beautiful face glow. Lavender stood along with her. She was wearing a plain blue maternity dress, but even its plainness brightened her. Hermione felt old and dirty, no matter what type of maternity clothes she bought, she still looked gigantic and ugly. She would cry at night about it to Harry, who would calm her and tell her she was beautiful. She did yoga and Pilates to see if it would tone up her stomach, but she was still fat, unusually fat for just one baby boy. She went to St. Mungo's, and they gave her a perplexed look, and told her that she was just gaining some weight, and was carrying a healthy, slightly large baby boy. Hermione cried all night, wondering what the hell was wrong with her.

"Hermione I'm starving my ass off, do you have—oh! Scones, it's been such a long time since I've had one," Ginny grabbed a cold scone from off the kitchen counter where a plate sat towering with scones, muffins, and crumpets. Lavender grabbed two chocolate muffins and leaned against the sink for support.

"Mmm…Blo-ody hell Her-mi-one, the-se are fab-ul-ous," Lavender said over the food. She bit down hard into the muffin, eager to feed herself. The baby must have been kicking madly because she was frowning down at her belly.

"Anyways, where are we off to?" Ginny asked, flipping through Hermione's forgotten Prophet.

"Um, I believe we're supposed to go into London to a Babies R Us. We're taking a cabbie, obviously we can't walk there," Hermione answered, feeling again, depressed and fearful to eat another scone, although she longed for one.

"Well then ladies, c'mon, three pregnant women on the road, watch out Diagon Alley and London" Ginny said cheerfully, grabbing both girl's hands and leading them towards the door.


One month, and three days later...


"Hermione, take deep breaths,"

"Harry, I think you're the one that needs to take the deep breaths!" She bellowed.

It was her time to give birth, and fear had built up in her, after hearing about Ginny's excruciating tale of how her son was born. Dominic Draco Malfoy, the spiting image of his father. No one would he was Ginny's child. He had the same cold gray eyes, facial structure and skin tone of his father. The only thing that had Ginny's traits was the way he smiled, the same lip twitch smile.

But Ginny had explained the painful procedure, the horrifying feel of him pushing down on her entrance to finally come squeezing out. She didn't know how she made it through. Ginny's advice to her was to just hold on to Harry's hand and yell at him about all the stupid shit he's down to count against him for being a proper husband/father. And afterwards she felt incredible.

"Oh damn it, where the bloody fuck is the med witch?!" Harry screamed, running around the house in search for the emergency kit they had put together for the arrival.

"Harry, she's behind you," Hermione injected between his swearing. He jumped when he saw the young looking witch stand next to him.

"How old are you?" was Harry's first question.

"I'm 17, sir," the girl replied.

"How the hell are you supposed to deliver my baby boy? No, no way!" Harry protested, until Hermione gave a piercing scream.

"HARRY! HE'S COMING!" she slid onto her bed, waiting for someone to come in and prop her up. Harry came stumbling forward with extra pillows.

"Here, here honey," Harry said, lifting her gently to place the pillows under her head.

"Okay ma'am, it's lovely to meet you, I'm Jenny, your med witch, and I'm going to deliver your baby tonight," she said calmly, pulling out latex gloves, blankets, and tools from her bag. Hermione grabbed Harry's arm.

"Harry, get the camera!" she whispered. Harry ran from the room and came back with the small silver video camera. He clicked the record button.

"Okay Hermione, you're fully dilated. We can start," Jenny said, giving her an encouraging smile. Hermione began to give concentrated pushes and steady breaths. After pushing for what seemed to be an eternity, Hermione's baby boy Alex was brought into the world.

"It's ten thirty seven! We did it, we produced a baby boy!" Harry exclaimed, kissing Hermione's damp forehead. Alex looked like his mother. He had curly brown hair, and beautiful brown eyes like his mother. She had gripped his arm like Ginny had said, and made it through. The Med witch began to clean baby Alex when she shouted in surprise. She gently handed the baby to Hermione and thrust her hands between Hermione's draped legs.

"Another baby?" the witch asked uncertainly. "Were you meant to have twins? A baby girl and boy?" Jenny cleaned the baby girl. She was unlike her brother. She had jet black hair, a face like Harry's and emerald green eyes.

"A…another baby?" Harry asked breathless. The room became quiet, and was pierced only by the little girls cooing noises; she had punched her way into the wizarding world.


Heya! Hope you guys liked the story! Haha, Please read and review, tell me what you think!!!

PATTY