May 29, 2002. 11:33 pm.
Mafalda arrived at the closest hospital. The car pulled up by the hospital's entrance.
"You guys get out," said Mr. Prewett. "I'll go look for a spot in the Parking Lot. Mafalda and Mrs. Prewett got out of the car. Mrs. Prewett helped Mafalda walk into the hospital.
"I'll talk to the nurse," said Mrs. Prewett. "You sit here." Mrs. Prewett helped Mafalda into a chair. She walked over to the entrance desk.
"Hello," said the nurse. "How can I help you."
"Good evening," said Mrs. Prewett. "My daughter is going into labor."
"Oh," said the nurse. "We will get her to a room right away, but-"
"If you are going to say fill out one of those papers!"
"Okay, then," said the nurse. She put a phone to her ear and dialed a number. "Hi doctor, we have a young woman here who is going into labor. Okay. Okay. Okay. Thank you doctor." The nurse hung up the phone. "Nurse Jackson!"
A caucasian nurse walked over to the nurse. "Yes, Nurse Williams?"
"Where is your daughter?"
Mrs. Prewett pointed at Mafalda.
"Nurse Jackson, can you take this young woman and her daughter to the seventh floor, room 7AC.
"Yes, ma'am." Nurse Jackson walked out of the entrance desk. She went to get a wheelchair and walked over to Mafalda.
"Here you go honey," said Nurse Jackson. Mafalda sat into the wheelchair. "If you can follow me m'am."
Mrs, Prewett followed Nurse Jackson, who was pushing Mafalda to a nearby elevator. After they made it to the seventh floor, they walked to room 7AC. Mrs. Prewett opened the door to the room. Nurse Jackson pushed Mafalda to the bed.
Mrs. Prewett helped Mafalda to the bed.
"A doctor will be here soon," said Nurse Jackson as she left the room.
"Thank you," replied Mrs. Prewett. Mrs. Prewett leaned close to Mafalda. "Do you think there are any advantages for wizards and witches?"
"Mum," said Mafalda. "The muggle world doesn't know anything about the wizarding world. If they knew I was a witch, they'll probably kick me to the curb. Now, can you call cousin Molly, please?"
"Sure thing," said Mrs. Prewett. She took her cell phone out of her pocket. A few minutes later, Mr. Prewett made it to Mafalda's room.
"Where did you park?" asked Mrs. Prewett.
"The third floor of the parking lot," said Mr. Prewett. "Quite a walk."
"Mafalda," said Mrs. Prewett. "Are you going to take medications?"
"Well I don't know mum," said Mafalda. "I have to see what happens before I make my decision! Can you turn on the TV?"
Mr. Prewett turned on the TV. The news was on, it was showing the weather. Mrs. Prewett sat down on a chair next to the bed. Mr. Prewett sat on the couch in front of the TV. A half hour passed, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," said Mrs. Prewett. The door opened, it was Molly Weasley, Ginny Weasley, and Hermione Granger."
"Hi, Maureen, James," said Mrs. Weasley rushing over to Mafalda. "How are you doing?"
"I could do better," said Mafalda. "Where's everyone?"
"Arthur is still at work," said Mrs. Weasley. "Harry and Ron are taking the elevator up now."
"Are you excited?," asked Ginny, smiling.
"I was at first, but now, I want it to stay in!"
"These muggle hospitals!" said Mrs. Weasley. "Takes forever just for a doctor to come in! How long have you been waiting?"
"For a half an hour," said Mrs. Prewett.
"A half an hour!" said Mrs. Weasley. "You need a doctor now! Hermione, go get a doctor!"
"Yes, Mrs. Weasley!" Hermione rushed out of the room. A couple of seconds later, Harry and Ron entered the room.
"Hi, Harry, Hi, Ron," said Mafalda.
"Hi, Mafalda," said Harry.
"Hi, Mafalda," said Ron. Ron walked over to sit next to Mr. Prewett on the couch.
"Where's Viktor?" asked Mafalda.
"Dear," said Mrs. Prewett. "Gizmo is just an owl, it will at least take him a few hours to get to Hogwarts. It's all the way in Scotland."
"But I need Viktor," said Mafalda. "What if he misses his child's birth?"
"He's not going to," said Mrs. Prewett. "He is going to do anything it takes to get here. Don't worry."
"It will be fine," said Ginny. "It will be the happiest moment of your life!"
A couple of minutes later, Hermione came in with a male doctor.
"Hi,'' said the doctor. "I'm doctor Reynolds. How are you doing?"
"Well," said Mafalda. "If there wasn't a baby inside me kicking its way to get out, I would be fine!"
"Okay," said doctor Reynolds. "Now, you are not in labor yet, you'll be in a few hours."
"A few hours!" said Mafalda. "But this baby needs to get out of me!"
"The labor process could take at least 12-24 hours."
"A day!" said Mafalda. "A day! You're kidding me!"
"It will be fine, dear," said Mrs. Prewett.
Hermione sat next to Ron on the couch, while Ginny stood next to Harry be the window. Mrs. Weasley and Mrs. Prewett sat next to Mafalda.
"I'm going through hell right about now!"
"It could be worse," said Ron. "What if the baby wanted to come out now?" Hermione hit Ron on the arm.
"Is there a way to get this thing out of me faster?" asked Mafalda. "Magic or anything?"
"There's nothing for magic," said Mrs. Weasley. "And if we did, it would be very dangerous."
"I'm going to go down to the cafeteria," said Ron. "Harry? Hermione? Ginny? Cousin James?"
"Yeah," said Harry. "Sure." Mr. Prewett and Hermione followed Ron out of the room. Harry turned back to Ginny. "Do you want to come?"
"No," said Ginny. "I'm going to stay here."
"Okay," said Harry. He walked out of the room. Ginny walked over to the couch.
"I'm nineteen years old! And I'm having a baby! I should have waited!"
"No," said Mrs. Prewett. "It's your time to have a baby. You are ready for it."
"I'm not ready now!" said Mafalda. "I would do anything to not be here!"
"Don't worry," said Mrs. Weasley. "It would be out, like that!" Mrs. Weasley snapped her finger. "And believe me, I had seven!"
"I'm just happy that I have all of you here with me."
Mrs. Prewett and Mrs. Weasley smiled.
