Welcome to my latest story!
This isn't going to be completely canon, it's slightly AU, because I altered some of the kid's ages in order to fit some stuff in :)
And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred's eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face.
George shook the memory from his head as he paced the floor, glancing at the clock every few steps. The waiting room of St. Mungo's was packed as usual, but today, there seemed to be more flaming red heads than normal.
"George, take it easy, will you? You're making me bloody nervous." said Ron from where he was seating, earning himself a hard elbow from Hermione.
"Ronald! From what I've heard, you were no better, so honestly!" she hissed, before turning back to George. "George, I'm sure everything's fine."
"It's been three hours!" said George, still pacing.
"What, you expected it to only take a few minutes?" Ginny laughed. "Honestly. I was in labor for 12 hours with Al, remember?"
George didn't respond, but his pace speed up ever so slightly. Ron groaned loudly. "I was NOT this mental when you were in labor, Hermione."
"No, you were worse. I seem to recall you threatening the Healers into letting you into the room." commented Harry. "We ended up having to Stun you. Both times."
"Oh, shut up, Harry." said Ron crossly.
Molly stood up from where she had been seated next to her husband, and walked over to her son, causing him to stop. She fussed over his hair, smoothing it down over the hole where his ear had once been several years before. "Now, now, Georgie, you sit down, and rest a bit, you wearing yourself out isn't going to help Angie at all."
"Your mother's right." said Arthur, folding up his copy of the Daily Prophet. "I've been through the same thing six times. The best thing you can do for Angie right now is just sit and be patient."
"How can I be patient when she's in pain?" asked George, and panic was clear in his eyes. "I can't just sit here while she's hurting!"
"But there's nothing you can do to help her." soothed Molly. "This is something women are born to do. Angie's a strong girl, she's going to be fine, and so is the baby."
"Mr. Weasley?" came a female voice, and everyone's heads turned to the nurse. She smiled kindly. "Congratulations, it's a healthy baby boy."
A grin lit up George's face, as Harry and Ron stood up to clap him on the shoulder, and Molly burst into tears of joy. Ginny and Hermione laughed, both giving George hugs.
"Mr. Weasley?" said the nurse, smiling at the family's enthusiam. "Your wife is this way, if you'll follow me. In a little while, the rest of your family can come in as well."
George nodded, following her, grinning like a Cheshire cat, not even letting the obnoxious catcalling that Harry and Ron were doing in the middle of the waiting room.
George entered the small room, and Angelina glanced up from the tiny blue bundle she was holding.
"Hey, you." she whispered, smiling tiredly.
George walked over, a little nervous now that he was actually in the room with his newborn son. He tried to lean over to peer into the bundle, and Angelina chuckled.
"Honestly, George, he's not going to bite you! Come over here."
George laughed nervously, getting closer, and Angelina scooted herself over the best she could so that George could sit with her on the bed. And then, without warning, she placed the bundle in his arms.
The first thing he noticed was that the baby was pale like him, not taking after his mother in skin tone. He chuckled when he saw that the newest Weasley had not escaped the red-hair gene. The evidence of it was all over the baby's head. As if he could sense George examining him, the baby opened his eyes, and George found himself looking into his own eyes.
"He looks just like you, thank God." said Angelina, and George laughed, smoothing the baby's hair down with his thumb.
"Guess we'll have to keep trying until we get one that looks like you." he smiled.
Angelina laughed with him. "My handsome little man." she smiled, reaching over to smooth down the baby's hair. George kissed her, then looked back at his son.
"You want to name him?" Angelina asked quietly, and George looked at her, and an unspoken agreement passed between them.
Just then, the door opened, and the Weasley/Potter crew that had been in the waiting room tiptoed in, all smiles.
"Well?" asked Molly, and Angelina smiled.
"Ten fingers, ten toes, and two ears." she laughed, and Molly smiled.
"Well, what's his name then?" asked Ron, earning himself another elbow into the chest. "Bloody hell, Hermione!"
George grinned, getting up, and carrying the baby over. "Everyone, I'd like you to meet Fred Weasley."
Tears filled Molly's eyes, and Arthur tried to hid a few tears as he put his arm around his wife.
Meanwhile, Ginny walked up, and expertly took the baby out of George's hands.. "Hello, Freddy!" she smiled, breaking the silence. "I'm your Aunt Ginny, and I expect I'll be your favorite auntie, along with your lovely Aunt Hermione of course. But I should warn you about your aunt Fleur and your aunt Penelope. They're a little uptight."
Arthur examined the baby over Ginny's shoulder. "He looks just like you and...Fred did."
George grinned.
Whew! The prologue is DONE! And yeah, yeah, I know I really need to work on my other stories...but to be honest? I've hit a bit of a roadblock with them. I want to get this plot bunny out of my head. And since I have one of my best friends help, I WILL actually finish this story.
:)