Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter
Just a few short fics I did about the way Hermione, Ginny, and Astoria announced their first child to their husband's. Here is Harry and Ginny.
The Unexpected Quidditch Surprise
Harry Potter stood in the Quidditch stands watching a Holyhead Harpies game. His best friend's, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, stood next to him. The two of them were finally engaged, and planned of getting married in a couple of months.
"And Ginny Potter scores!" yelled the commentator for the Quidditch game. "That keeps the Harpies ahead 90-20."
Harry cheered along with the crowd. He and Ginny had been married for almost a year now.
"Harry, I forgot to ask. How was the vacation you and Ginny went on fer her birthday?" asked Hermione loudly over the cheering.
"Fantastic," Harry replied. "We had a wonderful time in North America."
The game continued on. It was 150-90 Harpies in the lead still. Ginny had the Quaffle and was making her way up the pitch, when suddenly she threw up. The crowd gasped.
Harry was worried. Ginny had never done that during a game before.
She landed quickly and threw up again. Spectators stood up to see if she was alright. The referee blew the whislte signaling a time out.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione raced down from the stands to Ginny's aid. A Healer of some sort was already checking her over, as she laid in the grass.
"Ginny are you alright?" asked Harry, bending down and taking her hand. "What happened?'
"Morning sickness," she responded wearily.
Harry could hardly believe his ears. Had Ginny just said morning sickness, in terms usually referring to someone who was----
"You're pregnant?" he practically yelled.
Ginny nodded. "Sorry I didn't tell you sooner."
"Merlin's!" Ron exclaimed from behind.
Harry had forgotten they were standing there.
"Congratulations!" Hermione squeeled hugging Harry.
Harry was stunned. He was going to be a Father!
"Dear is everything okay?" asked Ginny, noticing Harry's expression.
"Everything is wonderful!" smiled Harry. His expression changed. "No more Qidditch for you missie," he scolded.
"Oh alright," she rolled her eyes.
"And it seems to be that Mr. and Mrs. Potter will soon be referred to as Mum and Dad," came a voice over the stands.
There's the first part of my three part story. Love to hear what you think so far.
