Entry for "Major & Minor Arcana" at "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Challenges and Assignments)"

Theme: The birth of a first child.

Entry for the "Scavenger Hunt" at "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Challenges and Assignments)"

12. Angelina

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A loud scream echoed through the long hallways of the St Mungo's Hospital of Magical Injuries and Maladies, pushing George Weasley to run faster and finally burst through the doors of the labour ward, panting harshly as he approached his wife Agelina who glared at him.

"Where were you, you damn idiot?!" She ranted and he gulped, feeling guilty even though nobody could have known that their baby would decide that it wanted to come out and see the world nearly two weeks early.

"I... um... sorry, I...," George stuttered and stood by Angelina's bed, feeling nervous and afraid of what would happen.

"Just... oh, I am sorry, I am just... It does hurt and I was afraid that you would not come in time!"

"It is okay, Angel... I am here now..."

He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead and gently stroked some sweaty strands of black hair from her face when the healer came back to the room.

"Mr and Mrs Weasley, it seems like your baby is in a hurry to finally see the light of the world! You are already ready to push!"

"I... I can't believe that this is actually happening," George said as the nurses brought Angelina into a upright position and she gripped Georges hand tight, so tight that he squeaked slightly.

Over the next hour the squeaks turned into screams of pain as Angelina seemed to try to crush the bones of his hand, squeezing harder with every contraction, with every push.

And suddenly, Georges last scream was matched by a baby's squeal.

"Is... is it there?" George gasped, feeling like his hand was only a lump of pain, and the healer exclaimed:"Congratulations, your son is there!"

"Oh... wow... oh..."

"George?"

"Mr Weasley? Are you okay?"

"Um... I... I think... not..."

George felt how his knees got weak and everything turned black for a moment. Hands were grabbing his arms and as he regained his focus and the ability to breathe he could not take his gaze from the small wonder that had been cleaned and wrapped into a blanket and was now gently placed into his mothers arm.

"Oh my... look at him...," Angelina murmured and George's heart jumped as he looked at his wife's sparkling eyes and at his little son.

"He is perfect..."

"Yes, he is..."

George reached out and gently caressed the short fluff of red hair on his sons head while the baby looked at him with wondering brown eyes that reminded him so much of the part of him he had lost and it was as if he was finding it again.

"Fred," Angelina whispered as she seemed to sense her husbands melancholy. She raised her free hand and cupped his cheek. "Let's name him Fred."

"That would be wonderful," George breathed and pressed his forehead to his wife's while he slung his arms around his small family. And in this moment he swore to himself that he would never let anything happen to them.