Hey Baby!

Harry leaned back against the cold hard wall of the St Mungo's maternity section. It was very similar to the muggle maternity wards – uncomfortable polyester seats, white walls, and sterile smell.

All the Weasleys were grouped in a circle in the waiting room, minus Bill and Fleur. There was an awkward silence, while everyone either stared into space or fidgeted. Only Teddy seemed relaxed, happily playing with the hospital toys.

It was the 10th August, three weeks before the four went back to school. McGonagall had moved the start of school up to September after a barrage of complaints and protests from students and parents.

It was currently two am, and everyone had decided on two hour shifts – one person would stay up for two hours, and then the next person, and so on. Currently Harry, and Arthur because he couldn't sleep, were quietly talking.

The door banged open, jumping everybody awake, as Bill ran in.

'It's a girl!' he shouted. Everyone leapt up, cheering and clapping. 'Mum and Dad first, and then Charlie and Percy, Ginny and Harry, and Hermione and Ron last.' He looked ecstatic as he led Molly and Arthur to Fleur's room.

Harry and Ginny were allowed in a while later. Fleur was leaning back against a pile of pillows, holding her little baby, looking tired but perfectly happy.

'Hello,' she murmured. 'Meet little Victoire,' she smiled and held up Victoire. Victoire looked very like her mother, with a tuft of blond hair and pale skin.

Ginny cooed and sat next to Fleur on the bed, gently holding Victoire.

'I've just thought of something cool – Victoire and Teddy will be at school together!' said Harry.

'Yeah, I know, it's great. We're so happy that Victoire is born. Teddy can have a cousin around his own age,' replied Bill.

'Fleur, I've sorted out all my stuff for Hogwarts – how would you like me and Hermione to help you with Victoire for the first few weeks?' suggested Ginny.

'Oh thank you Ginny, I would love that. It would be such a help. Now, I need to feed Victoire – I'm afraid you might want to leave, Harry.'

Ginny, Hermione, Lizzie, and Parvati were wandering up and down the aisles of the baby section of a massive megastore. They were planning Fleur's baby shower, and were having fun using Ginny and Hermione's new found riches.

'Oh my god look at this it's adorable!' cried Parvati, grabbing a little baby dress, pink and silver, with 'Mummy's Little Angel' embroidered on the front.

'Disgusting, but quite cute in a way,' laughed Ginny. Parvati stuck her tongue out at Ginny, and dumped the dress in the trolley. Ginny smiled. Parvati had become much nicer now she was spending less and less time with Lavender, who had become very unpleasant and spiteful after the war.

Just as they rounded one corner of the aisle, Lavender herself appeared out of nowhere. She narrowed her eyes and her lips became a thin line.

'Oh, hello,' she snapped. She scowled especially at Hermione and Parvati.

'Lavender, are you okay?' asked Parvati hesitantly. Big mistake.

'Why should you care?' screeched Lavender. 'Go off with your new pals, you don't care about me!'

'Lavender, believe me, we do,' said Hermione.

'You can talk! Go back to Won-Won; who you stole from me, you bitch!'

Lavender burst into tears, and ran off down the aisle. There was an awkward silence.

'Oh god I feel so guilty,' cried Parvati finally.

'Parvati, it's not your fault she's acting like a cow,' comforted Lizzie.

'Yeah, I don't know why she's like this.'

Hermione was facing away from them, looking at a load of high chairs. Her shoulders were high and tense, and her hands were clenched into fists.

'Hermione?' murmured Ginny.

'How dare she say I stole Ron? She's just upset because now he's all famous and cool and – and'

Hermione burst into tears. Ginny stepped forward and hugged her.

'Don't worry Hermione; everyone knows you and Ron are perfect for each other.'

'She's just kidding herself. And it's making her look like a complete idiot.'

'Yeah, don't think about it.'

Hermione smiled finally and nodded. 'I'm just being silly. Come on, we promised we would by some new nappies.'

Fleur had taken Victoire out for the first time. The girls were just walking in a meadow near the Burrow, and Victoire was in a baby carrier on Fleur's back.

It was a beautiful autumn day, the trees just turning orange and the sky was misty. Victoire had been bundled up in a pink coat, thick baby grow, and adorable little hat a scarf and tiny mittens. Her little nose and eyelids were just visible from over Fleur's shoulder.

Fleur herself looked as happy as can be. In the last few months she had almost constantly looked tired and care-worn, but now she looked fresh and even more beautiful.

'It's such a beautiful day,' commented Hermione, spinning around with her arms held out. She was wearing a purple knitted jacket/cardigan, and a pink knitted beanie hat.

'Everything seems beautiful at the moment,' laughed Fleur, trying to twist her head around to kiss Victoire's tiny nose.

'Oui, I cannot wait for having a daughter,' said Gabrielle, smiling. She had come over from France to see Victoire. Strangely, she had turned to hip and rock clothes, like baseball boots and t-shirts. She, as all the Delacour women did, pulled it off. Muggle clothing was very fashionable in France, and she was currently wearing some fawn fur lined boots, skinny jeans, bomber jacket, and scarf, her blond hair cut short.

She cut a striking figure, and pulled it off well, like she could with anything. Hell, Ginny had even seen a picture of her dressed in frilly magenta and yellow robes in a school play when she was twelve, and she still looked like a princess.

The two puppies were ahead, gambolling and playing with each other. Wolf was much more naughty and energetic, whereas Lola was quieter and actually did what you told her to do. They were still tiny – the girls were forced to fish Wolf out when he tumbled down an old badger hole. Luckily the puppies took an immediate liking to Teddy and Victoire, and hardly licked them or walked over them at all.

Fleur was getting tired, so they sat down on a large fallen tree.

'I'm so jealous of you Fleur,' sighed Parvati, stroking Victoire's cheek.

'Yes. I know it's biased, but I think I have zee most beautiful baby in zee world,' said Fleur, smiling.

'You do. It's the luck of being an eighth Veela.'

Okay, I shorter one this time, but there wasn't much I could really write!