The Potters live in Ottery St. Mary, an actual town near Ottery St. Catchpole in England, I found it on Google Maps. Also, this is my first Fanfic so please take it easy on me.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any thing related to him except for a few second-hand books and a day-by-day calendar.

Mr. and Mrs. Potter of Number 9, Mill St., were proud to say that they were perfectly abnormal, thank you very much. They were the first people you'd expect anything strange or mysterious to have to do with them, because they just didn't hold with such sense.

Mr. Potter was the Second to the Head of the English Auror Corps., which protected England's Wizarding World (and muggles too, might I add.). He was a tall skinny (yet muscular) man with emerald green eyes and jet black hair that went every which way by itself, and he didn't have any facial hair. (Because that would just be weird.) Mrs. Potter was thin and a fiery readhead and had quite strong arms, which came in very good use as she spent a lot of her time practicing and playing for the Holyhead Harpies, (an all women

Quiditch team)where she played Chaser. The Potters had a small son called James and in their (and almost everyone in their town's) opinion there was no finer boy anywhere (except for their own sons and Albus, James' little brother.).

The Potters had everything they wanted except for a daughter, which was lucky because Ginny (Mrs. Potter) was expecting another child. Big Bird (as they called it after seeing an episode of an American T.V. show, Full House) was to be born in one month.

At half past eight, Harry (Mr. Potter) grabbed his traveling cloak, kissed Ginny, Albus, and James goodbye, and apparated into the Ministry of Magic. Harry walked to the lifts and rode it to the Auror Headquarters where he went to his cubicle.

He started on a report on the latest dark wizard, Bella Stone, when his and Ginny's owl, Kate, flew in, hooting loudly.

Harry opened the letter and asked Kate idly, "What are you doing - OH MY GOD!"

The whold office rose and wanted to know what was happening.

Harry stood, put Bella's file away, and declared. "I have to go to St. Mungo's. Neville, will you tell Williams that Ginny's in labor. I'm going to go get Ron."

Ron Weasley, Harry's best friend worked on Level Three in the department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes.

Somehow, word got around that Ginny was in labor and Ron was waiting for Harry in the lift and told him, "Let's get going then." They ran to the apparation into St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries' lobby.

The Welcome Witch stood and shouted "Mr. Potter, your wife is in Room 692!"

Floor six was for mon-magic related injuries or reasons to be in the hospital like cancer and pregnancies.

Harry rushed to Ginny's room, and by the sound of it, Ginny was having another painful contraction.

Big Bird was much more painful that James and Albus' birth. When Big Bird was born, Harry and Ginny were the happiest parents in the world, for Big Bird was a girl.

They named her Lily, it was Albus' suggestion. James wanted her to be named James Jr.

Ginny and Harry both liked Lily's name. James didn't.

He protested, "But Mama, wasn't Dad's parents' names are Lily and James?"

"Yes, James, that was their names."

"And their last name was Potter, right?"

"Yep."

"And they were married!"

"Yes, they were." Ginny replied sounding exasperated.

"I'M MARRIED TO MY LITTLE SISTER!" James screamed.

"Shh..." Ginny said, "Lily's asleep." (Lily was sleeping in Ginny's arms.)

Harry walked in, starteled at hearing James' cry. "James, you're not married to Lily, that's enough. Now, you used up your time for your story, so, good night."

Ginny and Harry walked to Albus' room after shutting James' door quietly and said good night, but they realized that he was already asleep.

They put Lily in her crib and slept deeply. (In their own bed not on Lily's floor.)

I know, kind of a sucky ending, but I couldn't think of anything better, please actually read this not just go, "Oh, its about Harry's kid, not important." and Rachel, I know that I have improper grammar, don't bug me about it.