This came from yet another overheard conversation at school. Seriously, the people around me are weird.

not you guys, of course.

"Hurry up, dad, we're gonna be late!" Jamie cried, running ahead of him with a trolley pushed in front of her, almost crashing into a group of shrieking school children when she glanced over her shoulder.

"The train leaves at eleven!" James replied, exasperated, jogging to catch up and quickly checking his watch, "We have plenty of time! It's only ten to."

"Yeah, but I said I'd meet Ron and Hermione!" She called, the barrier between Platforms 9 and 10 becoming closer every second. He blinked, and suddenly she was gone.

"Oh, for Merlin's sake!" He cursed, taking the barrier at a run behind her and emerging onto the steamy station platform of the ever-magical Platform 9 and ¾.

"Jamie!" He called through the din of meowing cats, hooting owls and laughing school-children, "Jamie Potter, where are you!"

"Over here!" Came a reply, and he turned to see her waving him over from amongst a sea of ginger, which told him that Weasleys were all ready here. "Don't do that!" He reprimanded, huffing, as he approached them, waving in greeting at Molly as he came.

Jamie didn't seem to hear him, immediately turning towards her friend Ronald Weasley with an excited smile on her face. "Ron, guess what?"

"What?" Ron said, grinning down at her (had he grown taller over the summer?). "You're pregnant?" His eyes growing wide as soon as he said it.

"What?" Several voices cried at once, everyone in the immediate vicinity jerking their heads in Ron's direction.

James felt like he had taken a blow from a bludger to the head. "What did you just say?" He said in a low, venom filled voice, which, despite the noise surrounding them, still managed to be heard by every single person present.

"I-I just, I- I don't!" The youngest male ginger squeaked, meeting James' gaze with two terror filled blue eyes. "I don't know why I said that!"

Jamie, who had gone slightly red and had her mouth slightly open, glanced between the two of them, an evil smile appearing on her face. To James' increasing horror, she threw an arm around Ron's shoulder, pulling him closer and turned on one of her brightest smiles.

"That's right, Ron." She said to him cheerily, "I'm pregnant. And, of course, the reason I'm telling you first is because you're the father." The emphasis on the you're made James wince. Noticing this, Ron squeaked even louder, meeting James' murderous gaze for a second and then desperately tried to twist out of Jamie's grip, but to no avail. She turned them both to face James.

"Sorry dad," She said, and James, who was torn between pulling out his wand and cursing Ron to oblivion and collapsing to the ground, didn't notice the smirk on her face or the way she was trying very hard not to laugh.

"I-I, bu-but you're only 14! How could this happen?" He spluttered, running one hand through his hair, and reaching for his pocket with the other.

"Well, when a mummy and a daddy love each other very much-" After this she could not continue, as she doubled over clutching her stomach and wheezing, allowing a red-faced Ron to escape and scarper over to hide behind his mother.

"What are you laughing at?" James said, slightly hysterical, "This isn't a funny matter!"

His daughter recovered herself enough to rolled her eyes in an extremely exasperated way, causing the youngest Weasley, Ginny, started giggling into her hands. "I was joking, dad," she said, collapsing into another fit of giigles.

"What!" James yelped, clutching at his heart.

"I'm not actually pregnant. It was a joke. You are way too easy."

"Bu- but!"

Stuck halfway between relief and anger and cursing Ron, James could only stutter as Jamie stood on her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek, still laughing as she turned to walk towards the train.

Ron made to follow her, glancing back nervously and yelling, "Sorry Mr Potter! I really don't know why I said that," before disappearing in the crowd of parents and students waiting to board the train.

"They grow up much too fast," Molly said a few minutes later, tears and a mischievous glint in her eyes as she glanced at him, waving the train and the children off.

James could only nod in agreement.