Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all of its original characters belong to J.K. Rowling, not me...sadly. I do however own all the new characters you will find in this story. Enjoy and feel free to review!
An agonized scream filled the air of all the rooms in the newly built Brittish cottage of number seven Godrics Hallow. It pierced nearly every ear within the vicinity, causing several groans to be emitted from the men currently sitting in the living room.
One man in particular had his hands pressed firmly against his ears, his normally tall and gangly body hunched over as he buried his head into the nearest pillow, allowing only his bright red hair to be seen.
"Has she got to be so bloody loud about it?" He sighed, rubbing his ears once more when the scream stopped. Only to receive a firm whack from his angry wife.
"Honestly Ronald, could you be any more insensitive?" She snapped, moving her dirty blonde locks out of her face as her husband stood up and stretched.
"Well I don't seem to recall Angelina hurting my eardrums this much when we came to her house." He retorted, rubbing his head.
"I beg to differ." Another red headed man, slightly taller than Ronald, spoke up. If one looked closely, they would notice the lack of ear on his left side. "You happened to be asleep for the first six hours of Angelina's labor. I don't know how really. She was louder than a banshee."
At that moment, both men received a well deserved whack by their mother. Molly Weasley glared at her two sons as she regained her towels and continued her journey into the other room.
Bursting the door open, she just as quickly slammed it shut. As a mother of seven, she knew well by now that privacy was of utmost important for such an event.
Smiling, she returned to her daughter, the beautiful young woman who currently lay exhausted in her bed. A man sat beside her, his hand gently brushing his wife's fiery red locks out of her face. Relief immediately flooded the jade green eyes behind his rounded glasses when he saw his mother in law back once more.
"Three clean soft blankets, just as requested." The older woman stated, handing them to the healer, who nodded her thanks.
It had been quite a long night for the Potter couple. Harry and Ginny, his wife of two years now, had been expecting their first child within the early days of February. One could only imagine Harry's surprise when he was roughly woken up after a long day's work by an urgent "it's time", fifteen days ahead of the scheduled due date.
With apparating out of the question, the new parents-to-be had quickly sent a handful of patronuses to the Healer Reynolds, Mrs. Weasley, Hermione and Ron. Of course, that had resulted in a near Weasley reunion waiting excitedly in the living room. Now about nine hours later, everyone was tired and still awaiting the arrival of baby Potter.
"One more push darling. I can see the head now!" Healer Renolds urged the young mother-to-be.
"Come on Gin, one more go." Harry whispered in his tired wife's ear. She sighed and nodded, clutching his hand tight as she readied herself. Another scream flew through the air as she pushed with all the strength she had left.
Just when she thought it wouldn't be enough, a tiny cry followed its mother's scream and the healer held out a small newborn. After a quick scourgio charm, the babe was instantly cleaned and wrapped into a soft blue blanket.
"A healthy baby boy, Mr. and Mrs. Potter," Healer Reynolds smiled, holding up the newborn.
Though utterly exhausted, the red haired woman smiled and held out her arms, warmly accepting her first child as she pressed a quick kiss to his little forehead.
"Oh Harry, he's beautiful!" She breathed, her hand brushing over the baby's dark messy tuff of hair. She then turned to her husband, a bright smile resting on her lips as she handed turned the baby toward her husband. "What should we name him?"
Harry Potter smiled graciously toward his wife and picked his new son up into his arms, his green eyes bright with pride as he looked at his child.
"Quite an energetic little guy aren't you?" He said to the newborn. The little one was wiggling like no tomorrow. It was as if being born two weeks early wasn't fast enough for him.
With his father's unruly dark hair and his mother's rich brown eyes, the newborn's name was decided immediately.
"James." Harry spoke softly, cradling the boy in his arms.
"James Sirius Potter."