Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. J. K. Rowling does.
The adults watching were silent—this was the first real video, and they weren't going to miss a thing. They were grouped based on where they could get comfortable: Fleur leaning on Bill's shoulder, Hagrid in his chair, Charlie in an armchair in the corner, Sirius, Molly, Arthur, Remus, and Tonks on the couch, Minerva and Dumbledore in chairs at the front of the room.
"Hannah? Are you ready?" Neville Longbottom came into view, knocking on a wooden door softly.
The viewers perked up a bit at such a familiar face, and voice. Albus took it as proof that Harry had succeeded that Neville Longbottom was alive, older, wiser, and asking his—presumed—wife what was taking her so long.
"In a moment, dear," came the muffled voice of an unknown girl—to some. Dumbledore and Minerva recognized the voice, while Remus and Hagrid thought it sounded familiar.
"Okay," Neville called, and spun around to face the camera. It seemed to startle him, and he stepped back. "George! You nearly gave me a heart failure! What are you doing with that Muggle camera, anyway?"
"George!" exclaimed Molly, excited, as well as most in the room, to see a member of the Weasleys other than the four they'd already seen.
The recognizable voice of George Weasley—although altered by amusement—answered, "Charlie gave it to me for Christmas. Told me to record everything he misses in Romania."
Arthur sighed, as did Molly and Bill. Charlie offered them a small apologetic smile, but could not bring himself to be sorry. He could read the message in Bill's eyes: You're still in Romania? Charlie sent his own message back at his older brother: Of course.
"Well, that was good of him. At least you know he misses you guys as much as you guys miss him."
George snorted. "Or maybe he figured, being me, I'd get something good on tape."
"That's probably it." Charlie smirked. Tonks laughed, as did Bill and Arthur weakly, but Molly couldn't bring herself to even smile. Her son would remain in Romania for at least another twenty years, missing most of their lives. She couldn't do anything about it. No one could—except Charlie himself.
Neville laughed. "I'd better go see what's taking Hannah so long. See you in a minute, mate."
"You, too," George murmured as he walked down halls in an unfamiliar home—most likely Neville and Hannah's.
George finally came upon other people, in the kitchen.
Mrs. Weasley, Audrey, Fleur, and Angelina were bustling around in the kitchen, making dinner. Mr. Weasley, Bill, Percy, and Ron were discussing things at the Ministry at the kitchen table, very loudly.
There was a chorus of, "Me! That's me!" after seeing this, as well as, "I'm getting old!"
Everyone was smiling, though, no matter how awful they supposedly looked. It effectively took Molly's mind off of Charlie.
Deciding it was too crowded, George made his way down the hall to a comfy looking living room.
Harry Potter sat on the sofa, being paraded by little kids. One boy, and three girls.
"Grandkids!" Molly beamed. She had always wanted a big family, with her and Arthur at the center—and here she was, watching it happen!
The boy was the oldest—he looked about 7. The girls looked around 4 or 3. "Uncle Harry," one of them, with flowing red hair, said. "Uncle Harry, can we play dress up?"
Bill stifled a snort, as did Charlie.
Harry smiled with a glint in his eyes. "Of course, Dom. I'll go get Uncle Ron."
This time, nothing was stifled. Most everyone was laughing—imagining Ron get dressed up by a group of little girls.
Harry stood up and walked out, as well as George.
"Hey, George," said Harry casually as they walked side by side. "What're you up to?"
"Just recording this memorable day," replied George. "Say, you wouldn't happen to know where Ginny is, would you?"
"Of course he does," muttered Molly happily. "Because they're married!"
Harry nodded. "Her, Hermione, and Luna are up in Hannah's room with Victoire and Lucy."
Fleur's face brightened a bit. Victoire—that was her daughter. And she might get to see her, if George did the right things.
George smiled. "Thanks. I'll be up there, then."
"And I'll be watching the girls give Ron a make-over." They both laughed, and parted ways.
Everyone laughed again, even Kingsley. He'd originally been interested in these videos because of the information about the war, but he couldn't say this didn't entertain him.
When George arrived at Hannah's room, he made sure to knock first. After a moment, two toddlers peeked out. One looked about five, and had long blonde hair, while the other was younger, and had the traditional Weasley red hair. They both had bright blue eyes.
"Victoire!" Fleur said excitedly, pointing to the one with blonde hair. Bill took her hand and squeezed it.
"Uncle George," said the blonde. "What's the password?"
"She's very demanding, Bill," Charlie teased. "Reminds me of you."
"I'm a guard!" The red-head said impressively.
"Shush, Lucy," said the blonde, her eyes locked on George's.
"I agree with you, Charlie. She's quite demanding," agreed Tonks, smirking.
"Must be the French in her," said Bill, grinning at his girlfriend, who poked him.
"Er.. well, who made the password?" George asked tentatively, stalling.
"Auntie Ginny!" Lucy smiled at her favorite uncle.
"She's a blabber mouth."
"She's a baby, Sirius, for God's sake!"
"Lucy!" The blonde stomped her foot, fed up with her little cousin.
"Looks like little Vic agrees with me."
"Victoire, don't be mad at Lucy. She's only two," said George sternly, although they could all tell he was biting back a smile.
"Looks like George agrees with me," Tonks countered.
"Which one is smarter?"
"Erm..." Silence.
Victoire took a deep breath. "Fine. Uncle George, stop stalling. What's the password?"
"Well, if Ginny made it, it has be something like this: l love Harry Potter. Is that it?"
Bill laughed at loud that. He'd worried about his brother after finding out about Fred's death. But this confirmed it—George was strong enough to keep going, and remain the same person he is now.
Victoire smirked. "Nope. I'm afraid I can't let you in, Uncle George. Bye!" She started to close the door, but George stuck his foot in between the door and the door frame, blocking her.
"Listen," George whispered. "I really need to get in there. Can't I get a clue?"
"No, sorry. Aunt Hermione specifically prohibited clues."
"Hermione doesn't stop outsmarting people."
"Did you really expect her to?"
George faltered for a minute. "Since when do you know what prohibited means?"
"He shouldn't have done that," said Arthur, knowing from experience to never lose sight of the goal when competing with children.
Faltering cost George the game.
Victoire grabbed Lucy, placed her back inside, and shouted, "Sorry, Uncle George! The password was George is an idiot. You have been denied access. Sorry!"
Laughs echoed throughout Grimmuald Place—quite a strange thing. Fleur smiled to herself, knowing her daughter was something else already.
"Only Ginny would come up with that password."
"No, actually, Charlie, I think I could come up with it." The brothers grinned at each other, enjoying the rare moment where they were doing the teasing, not the twins.
She slammed the door, leaving George pounding on the closed door, shouting "George is an idiot! George is an idiot!"
Remus shook his head. Sometimes George reminded him of Sirius far too much than what was healthy for the young man.
"Er.. George?" The camera spun around to look at Bill, who was looking at his brother with a concerned look on his face. "What are you doing?"
"Me! I bet I'm really worried about him."
"I would hope so. If you're not, than this must be an everyday occurrence."
"Don't worry about it. What d'you need?"
"I was sent to tell you and the girls that Hannah's ready. We're waiting on you guys to open presents. The girls're in there?" He gestured to the door.
"Good luck getting in, Bill."
"Thanks."
George nodded, and backed away, smirking. He leaned against the opposite wall to watch Bill attempt to get through Victoire and Lucy.
Instead, though, he watched Bill knock, Victoire answer, and shout, "Daddy! Come on in!" She grabbed his hand and Bill disappeared behind the door.
"She's a total Daddy's girl," said Fleur, but she couldn't convince herself to be disappointed.
Shaking his head, George made his way down the stairs, muttering about "Daddy" and "Lucy should've brained him."
"She should have," Sirius agreed, laughing.
When he reached the living room, he found a cluster of people sitting, grouped around a very pregnant blonde lady who was opening presents. Hannah Abbott.
George sat down next to Angelina and pulled Roxanne onto his lap. Harry was sitting next to Ron and Neville. Mr. Weasley, Teddy, Mrs. Weasley, and Molly sat side by side. Fleur, Dominique, Percy, and Audrey sat on a couch together. After a few minutes, Bill came bounding down the steps carrying Victoire. He sat down next to Fleur and Dominique. Hermione, Luna, and an extremely pregnant Ginny came down next. Hermione handed Lucy to Percy and joined Ginny and Luna over by Harry, Ron, and Neville.
"Everyone together," whispered Molly. Her heart glowed at the sight of them.
Everything was peaceful for around 15 minutes. It was a very nice baby shower, and Hannah got very cute things for the baby—girl, they found it.
About ten minutes in, though, Ginny excused herself to go to the bathroom. The party continued.
"It's almost time." Tonks sudden proclamation both scared and excited everyone.
"Harry!" Ginny's shriek was loud and terrified. Harry's eyes widened, and he only hesitated only a moment before dashing out of the room, quickly followed by Ron and Hermione.
In the sitting room, there was chaos. Everyone was standing up and shouting. Then they heard the pop! of the four Apparating, and it nearly drove Mrs. Weasley up a wall.
After a few minutes, the stag appeared and Harry's voice told them to stay calm, Ginny's giving birth, to meet them at St. Mungo's and for someone to stay with the kids.
After the stag disappeared, it was decided that Hannah, Neville, and Luna would watch the children. Teddy wanted to go, but Neville managed to convince him that they'd have a fun time with Teddy's paint set and Victoire's glitter.
When George Disapparated, the screen went black before they saw the waiting room of St. Mungo's. Bill raced up to the clerk and yelled a bit, quickly gaining them access to Ginny's room.
"I don't think the French is all to blame, dear. Look at you yelling."
"Hey!"
Or, the hallway outside her room, more accurately. They found Ron pacing, running his hands through his hair nervously.
"Harry and Hermione are in there," he said, gesturing towards the door. "I couldn't handle it, though. And, Mum, Ginny was asking for you."
Molly thought about that for a second. She obviously had experience giving birth, but helping to give birth? Not too much. She consoled herself by telling herself it was a hospital, and that other people were around to help, if she couldn't figure it out.
Mrs. Weasley was quickly let in, and then everyone else sank down into a seat, whether it be chair or floor or someone else's lap.
The camera went off for a second, then came back on, saying January 30th, 2:14 AM. All was quiet for a bit as they saw everyone else slowly, groggily, waking up. Then:
"What do you mean? I thought you said we were expecting a girl?"
"James Sirius was supposed to be a girl?"
"Apparently so, Padfoot," said Remus, equally stunned.
Apparently Ron had managed to go into the room, because they could hear him loud and clear.
"Harry, that is a boy. I'd've thought you'd know the difference, seeing as you knocked up my sister!"
"Ron!" Molly scolded, while the rest of the room held back laughs.
"Ronald!"
"Sorry, Hermione, but it's true. What I don't get is how he managed to make them think he was a girl. I mean, it'd take a heck load of work to hide that thing—"
Molly's lips tightened, while Sirius, Charlie, Bill, and Tonks guffawed, and Remus, Kingsley, Arthur, Fleur, and Dumbledore chuckled.
"Ron, your sister is seconds away from giving birth and you're concerned about that?"
But before Ron could answer, Harry stepped in. "Both of you, shut it!"
"Those three don't change much," Arthur commented.
"I don't think they ever will," said Minerva.
His tone became soft. "Ginny, can you make it?"
A few seconds of silence, and then the cries of a newborn could be heard throughout the hospital.
"l'll take that as a yes."
Slight chuckles; even Molly couldn't scold Ron at the moment—she was too happy thinking about the birth of James. Besides, Hermione'll scold him for me, anyways.
"Ron!"
The screen went black once again. It was presumed that the Weasleys were all checking out the new baby. The screen came on again showing a close up of Ginny with the baby in her arms, flushed but ecstatic, with a beaming Harry beside her.
"What's his name?" The voice was George's.
"James," said Harry. "James Sirius."
Sirius flushed with pride and beamed, while Remus smiled a little, thinking of the havoc this child would cause.
Minerva tightened her lips. She'd gotten through the first James Potter—barely—his son was on the road to giving her a heart attack, and now she was expected to survive a James Sirius Potter, who most likely had inherited Ginny's temper? It's not likely that I'll survive this third generation.
Ginny appeared on the screen—the one from 2017. "They call it his first prank, making everyone think he was a girl." She grinned. "I hope you guys enjoyed that. The next video is called, 'Trouble.'"