"One…two…three...PUSH!"
"Deep breaths baby, we're almost there."
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN "WE'RE" ALMOST THERE? HARRY JAMES POTTER I DO NOT SEE YOU ATTEMPTING TO BLOW A QUAFFLE OUT YOUR ARSE!"
"Baby, I'm sorry. You're almost there, you're doing great, just keep pushing!"
"EASY FOR YOU TO SAY, YOUR ARSE WON'T HURT FOR MONTHS AFTER TODAY. AND DON'T CALL ME BABY—"
"Mate…Harry! Let's get out of here, you know how Weasley women are during birth. Healer Sikora will tell you when its born."
Harry reluctantly exited the maternity ward of St.Mungo's Hospital on October 31, 2000.
"Ron, I wish you'd stop calling the baby "it"—"
"—He does has a name. Harry, meet your new son, James Sirius Potter. Ginny's waiting for you."
"Gin, honey. How do you feel?"
"It's been bloody hell for the last 9 months Harry, I would gladly do it again. We're parents Harry! I'm a mum!"
"Even after your first miscarriage Gin, I never gave up. I knew you'd be a mum someday. You'll be great."