(Author's note: This is the prologue for all of my HP FanFics so read this first. I will probably include references to this in my other Fics so you know... THIS IS THE FIRST PART)

A shrill shriek emitted through the house.

Ron Weasley jerked his head upwards. "Hermione?" He grabbed his wand, stood up, and made his way to the staircase. Before he could get much further, his wife ran down the stairs and leapt into his arms, kissing him with a huge grin on her face. Ron put her down and grinned with her. "What?" Ron saw tears in her eyes. "I'm pregnant" she whispered.

Ron's smile widened. "What? Really? My god, Hermione!" He kissed her again, more passionate this time. They broke apart, but both grinned still. "We'll be a real family, Ron." Hermione said gently.

"I know."

"Hermione's WHAT?" Harry yelled the next day, sat in the Weasley's house. His own wife, Ginny, Ron's younger sister, was over three months pregnant with their second child, James Sirius being just over 1 year old.

Harry, Ron and Hermione had been best friends ever since they had started at Hogwarts. Before their final year, Ron and Hermione's personalities constantly clashed, causing many arguments, but they were still extremely close as friends. Harry often felt quite ashamed for not noticing how deeply close they were, and thinking back, he realised they were both obviously in love from the start.

"I'm going to be a Dad!" Ron told him, as though he hadn't worked it out himself. Harry just laughed at him. "You can join my club!" he joked. Ron looked confused for a moment, and then understood what Harry was saying.

"Wow, this Dad thing is really going to mess you up," Harry laughed.

"Shut up," Ron threw a cushion at him and they quickly started battering each other with all things soft around Ron and Hermione's house. They may have been fully grown wizards, but little was more entertaining than a pillow fight. Ron had Harry pinned on the ground when Hermione walked through the front door.

"Um... What are you doing?" She looked at the two men, and realised neither of them had grown up much, even though Harry was a father. "Get up!" she shouted, as she took the pillows and tea towels from their clutches. She looked at Ron. "Man-child" she giggled. Ron looked offended as Harry burst into laughter too.

Seven months later, Ron started to worry more. One night, he brought up the topic that had been on his mind for a long time. "Hermione?" he whispered to his wife, who was eating a bacon and cucumber sandwich. "D'you think I'll be a good dad?"

Hermione switched off the TV and faced her husband. She had often wondered why she had fallen in love with this gangly red-head with little passion for knowledge. But at times like this, she realised there was more to him than just the odd mindless joke, and he did have some sense.

She put her hand on his. "Ronald, there is no doubt in my mind that you will be an excellent father to our child." Ron's ears turned pink, and he slowly moved their hands to Hermione's bump.

"Thanks."

"RON!" Hermione screeched for the hundredth time. She was nine days overdue, and had suddenly gone into labour.

Ron sat behind the wheel, his ginger hair sticking out in tufts. He yawned "Had to be bloody two in the morning." He mumbled.

"Just drive!" Hermione yelled, clutching at her stomach.

After what felt like years, Ron was sat in the waiting room in the maternity ward. A young, dark haired woman popped her head round a door. "Mr Weasley?"

Ron looked up and walked towards the room Hermione was in.

He saw Hermione with tears in her eyes and suddenly a sharp wail coming from her arms pierced his eardrums. He swept towards her and saw bright blue eyes identical to his staring up at him. He looked up and fixed his eyes to Hermione's. Neither of them had anything to say. After about ten minutes, the nurse decided to break the silence. "Any idea what she'll be called?"

Hermione looked a bit sheepish, as she realised she hadn't really planned anything. "Um... No, not really... Uhh..."

"Rose." Ron looked up at his wife. "Can we call her Rose?"

Hermione's eyes widened. "That's a nice name. Where did it come from?"

Ron shrugged. "Dunno. But how about it?"

She nodded and looked down to her daughter, who had again started crying. She carefully placed her in his arms. Ron stared into Rose's eyes again, and she stared back completely in a trance.

"I told you you'd be a good Dad."