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Two weeks… two weeks… two weeks… This was Ginny's silent mantra. She was so hot, and uncomfortable, and she was almost always in some sort of mild pain.

On the Sunday after the swim day, Ginny and Harry decided to stay home from the Burrow, for Ginny was not feeling up to it. They mostly sat around, and just talked together.

The next day, Monday, Ginny couldn't stop herself from cooking. She felt like making dessert, and then would quickly eat the dish once she had finished making it. She also found it harder and harder to just sit still, but much harder to stand up. She didn't know what to do with herself, so busied herself with cooking.

Then on Tuesday, Ginny got the urge to knit. She had never really taken a liking in knitting, but she just felt the urge to. She spent the whole day knitting a red and gold baby sweater, and when she finished that, she made a larger, matching one for Harry. When Harry came home that night, Ginny showed him what she made, and he instantly loved them. He put it on, and then wore it to bed.

Wednesday, Ginny did more knitting, finding that she quite enjoyed it. Though she made baby booties instead. Though, since she had a long day, she made a blue pair and a green pair. And then with her extra time, she gave the elves another break, and made a big, hardy dinner.

Thursday and Friday were much like the beginning of the week. Ginny just busied herself with baby things. One day she washed a bunch of baby outfits for when James was born. And she got a hospital bag ready for when she went into labor. She packed extra clothes, nappies, clothes for James, and a few other things she might need.

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The following Sunday was Father's day, and Ginny badly wanted to give him what he had given her, meaning a nice lie in, and breakfast in bed. But with her nine months pregnant body, she was in no shape to go all the way down stairs so early.

After just lying in bed for a while, Ginny decided to wake Harry up. She scooted over to where he lay, and gently kissed his slightly parted lips. She heard him sigh and a small smile grace his lips.

"Morning, honey." Ginny heard Harry mumble sleepily.

"Happy Father's Day, love." Ginny whispered to him as she again kissed his lips, and ran her hands through his hair.

"I'm not a father yet," Ginny heard Harry say.

"Then I'm not a mother yet," Ginny told him and he chuckled.

"You are way more a mother than I am a father," Harry insisted. "You've been carrying James for nine months."

"And you've been here for me for nine months." Ginny told him. "James thinks you're a Daddy." Harry's hand fell to Ginny's belly, and he felt his son kick. "See?" Ginny said with a smirk.

"Well if James says so…" Harry smiled at his beautiful wife. "You know, you really are beautiful." Ginny smiled lovingly at her husband.

"And you're pretty handsome."

"No I mean, you just have this wonderful glow to you, this aura, that just makes me want to kiss you," Harry tried to explain and as he finished, he leaned in and kissed her. "You're very pretty."

"Well thank you." Ginny smiled as Harry kissed her nose. "Sorry that I didn't have a wonderful breakfast in bed for you, I-" As Ginny tried to explain herself Harry just cut her off.

"This is perfect," Harry whispered, as he lay facing her. "You're here."

"And you are too," Ginny smiled. "So I guess it is perfect."

"It is." Harry agreed. "I love you."

"I love you, too." Ginny whispered. "And I have a gift for you." Ginny grabbed her wand, and accio'd Harry's gift. There was a card, and a long, lean wrapped box. "Happy Fathers Day, sweetheart." Ginny murmured as she gave the gift to her husband.

Harry held the gift delicately for a moment, before first opening the envelope and pulling out the card.

It was a homemade card that looked like a fancy Muggle shirt and tie, and opened from the bottom, flipping up. Harry smiled at Ginny's creativity.

'Dear love,' The first line read.

'Thank you, honey. Thank you for always being there for me, for not getting too terribly mad at me while my hormones are going crazy, for always taking care of me, and for loving me. I couldn't ask for anyone more perfect than you, and sometimes it still amazes me that you picked me. You've already helped me so much in this pregnancy, and I know you're going to be a wonderful daddy, and I know that James already loves you very much.

I love you,

Ginevra Potter'

Harry was teary eyed as he finished reading the note, and as he sat up, and brought Ginny into a hug, she felt his tears drip into her eyes.

"I love you, too." Harry murmured into her hair. "So much." Ginny smiled into Harry's chest, as he held her closely, well as closely as you can hold a nine-month pregnant woman.

After sitting in silence for a few moments, Harry kissed her head, and Ginny slightly slid back, so that she could look into his eyes.

"You wanna open your present?" Ginny asked, and Harry smiled.

"Of course I do." Harry said excitedly, and he grabbed the box, without moving Ginny out of his lap.

Harry quickly ripped off the wrapping paper, and lifted open the lid to the box. Lying softly in its place, was a golden watch.

"Oh Ginny," Harry breathed. "It's wonderful."

The watch was golden, and the straps were a deep brown. Across the outer rim of the face, were the words amor victum omnis, and the numbers were written in a fancy script.

"What does that mean?" Harry asked as he traced the words etched on the watch, wracking his brain for what it could mean.

"Love conquers all." Ginny murmured as she watched him admire the watch.

"I've been needing a new watch." Harry said happily. "Thank you, honey." Harry kissed her, and she smiled.

"Push this button." Ginny showed him a small golden button on the side of the face. Harry pressed the button, and then the clock face transformed. Instead of two hands and the twelve numbers, there were three labeled hands, and twelve places. The new face looked almost exactly like Molly's clock for watching over her children.

"Ginny it's wonderful!" Harry exclaimed, and he gave her a big, sloppy kiss on the lips.

The three labeled hands read Ginny, Teddy and James. Where the 12 should be was Home, where the 1 should be said The Burrow, 2 said Ron & Hermione's, 3 said Traveling, 4 said George & Angelina's, 5 said The Nest, 6 said Danger, 7 said Shell Cottage, 8 said Andromeda's, 9 said School, 10 said Weasley Wizard Wheezes, and 11 said Other.

Ginny and James' names were stationed at Home and Teddy's was at Andromeda's.

"James' name will be at Home until he's born," Ginny told him as she grabbed his hand and placed it on her stomach. Harry felt James kicked, and he couldn't help but smile again.

"It's perfect, Gin!" He told her excitedly.

"Well I'm glad you like it." Ginny smiled largely.

"Like it? Love it!" Harry exclaimed and Ginny chuckled.

"I love you," Ginny murmured, and Harry kissed the top of her head.

"And I love you."

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The next day, Ginny was found in the living room, worrying her brains out. It was as if every worst-case scenario had come to mind at once. She thought about every tiny thing that could go wrong, and she was completely stressed out.

What if Harry had to go on a last minute mission this week? What if they didn't get to St. Mungo's in time? What if she or James got hurt in the process? What if it hurt too much, and she couldn't do it? What if we really can't handle James? What if he never stops crying?

All these worries plus some were running through her mind and she didn't know what to do.

Ginny spent the morning knitting, before she couldn't handle it anymore. Knowing that she needed reassurance, someone to talk to, and that she couldn't just sit here any longer, she got up and flooed to the Burrow.

"Mum!" Ginny called into the house. "Mum!"

"Well, hello, dear." Molly Weasley came into the living room smiling at her youngest child. "How are you doing?"

"I'm going mad!" Ginny exclaimed as she plopped herself on a couch. "I am so stressed out!"

"Whatever for?" Molly asked as she sat down on the couch next to her daughter, and placed a hand on her knee.

"Just, everything…" Ginny moaned. "Were you ever nervous…?" Ginny's voice trailed off, and Molly instantly knew what her daughter was thinking of.

"Of course I was nervous," Molly chuckled. "What mother-to-be isn't?"

"But Mum," Ginny sighed. "You were the greatest mum ever, no doubt about it! How can I ever be even half as great as you were?"

"Well see her, Ginny, it doesn't just happen," Molly told her daughter from experience. "You don't just give birth one day, and the next you're a perfect mother."

"I know, but I remember growing up, you were always the perfect mother." Ginny said. "You were always there for me, you did all the cooking and the cleaning, not to mention you had Fred and George as your kids." Molly chuckled.

"You were number seven, dear. Of course I looked professional." Molly pointed out. "I'd already had tons of practice!"

"You were always a great mother!" Ginny exclaimed, almost frustrated that her mother wouldn't agree.

"Well I'm glad you thought so, dear." Molly said with a smile. "I can remember loads of times when I messed up as a mother."

"Okay, like when?" Ginny asked curiously.

"Well I remember this one time, during the first war, I just had Bill, Charlie and Percy." Molly started. "We were going out into the village to get an ice cream cone. On the way home I lost track of Percy." Molly smiled ruefully at the memory. "I thought surly Death Eaters had gotten him and I was going spare. I sent your father a patronus at the Ministry, and I had Bill and Charlie help me look for him. Finally, after over an hour of me stressing out, I thought to go back and look in the ice cream shop. Turned out, he'd been sleeping in the booth the entire time." Ginny laughed with her mother at the irony of the story.

"The point of the story," Molly told her daughter. "Is that everyone makes mistakes, and sometimes if you lose your head, you won't be able to remember things clearly."

"So when something doesn't go right, just remember to stay calm?" Ginny asked with a slight smirk.

"Yeah, I guess that'd be a good idea," Molly laughed. "But really, just know that everyone makes mistakes I guess."

"But that's only one time," Ginny pointed out. "What if I completely mess James up?"

"Oh you won't!" Molly told her daughter confidently. "You are already perfect with Teddy. Plus, it won't just be you. You'll have Harry to help you. And me and your father and all of your brothers." Molly smiled. "You're not alone dear."

"I know," Ginny sighed. "But I'm his mother. He'll depend on me."

"He's been depending on you for nine months, and look how good you've already done!" Molly told her.

"I didn't have to do anything, though." Ginny said.

"Yes you did. You had many responsibilities." Molly told her. "You had to take care of your body; eat the right food, get plenty of exercise, get lots of sleep and rest and stay away from Firewhiskey. You also had to go to St. Mungo's when it was time, and make sure little James was doing okay. And above all, you had to show him love. And I know that both you and Harry have more than enough love for little James. I know he already knows how much you both love him, and he already loves you both." Molly smiled proudly at her daughter, as Ginny looked down at her stomach, and placed a gentle hand on her belly.

"You're right there," Ginny murmured, and she looked up at her mother. "Is it weird that I already feel like I know him? And that I love him so much, yet I've never met him?" Ginny's eyes brimmed with tears, as did Molly's.

"I don't think so," Molly said with watery smile. "I think it's wonderful." Ginny's eyes went back down to her unborn son.

"I can't wait until I actually get to meet him," Ginny murmured.

"I know the feeling," Molly pulled her baby girl into her arms. "I can't wait to meet him either. He'll look a little like you, and a little like Harry."

"The perfect mix." Ginny said with a smile. Molly grinned.

"I'd say so." Molly laughed. "Is he quite active?"

"Oh that'd be an understatement." Ginny said with a chuckle. "He's always kicking and hitting and wiggling and rolling, and everything else he can think of!" Molly smiled.

"How exciting." Molly said.

"It is, and it isn't." Ginny admitted. "Late at night, I wish he'd just settle down."

"But I bet Harry enjoys it." Molly smiled.

"Yes he does," Ginny agreed. "Every time he feels James his face lights up, and he smiles all big, and starts talking to him."

"See," Molly smiled. "You'll have Harry with you the whole time." This brought up Ginny's other fear.

"What if Harry's not there when it's time?" Ginny looked up worriedly, and her chocolate brown eyes met her mother's identical ones.

"Where would Harry possibly be?" Molly asked skeptically. "There's nothing that could ever stop him from being with you at a moment like that."

"I know," Ginny nodded her head. "But what if he got an emergency mission the day before James was born?"

"If Kingsley offered him a mission tomorrow, what do you think he'd do?" Molly asked her daughter.

"Say no," Ginny mumbled sheepishly. "Is it bad that a tiny part of me thinks he'd just leave me?"

"I don't think entirely," Molly told her truthfully. "It's not wrong to have fears. Maybe it's wrong to not have entire faith in your husband, but I don't think so. We're all only human, and I know I've had doubts about your father sometimes."

"It's not like a large part of me, just a tiny bit." Ginny explained. "I mean I know that Harry loves me more than anything in the entire world, and I love him more, but sometimes I can't help myself. Sometimes I wonder if there was another Voldemort or something, if he'd leave me and James."

"Oh, Ginny, dear." Molly wrapped her daughter in a large hug. "I know for certain that Harry would never leave you are James if he could help it. And I'm quite certain he would never go after another Voldemort. He'd help all he could, but I know he wouldn't leave you." Ginny let a few of her tears fall.

"I know he would never leave me, it's just…" Ginny's voice trailed away, and Molly just hugged her pregnant daughter tighter.

"I think your pregnant hormones are getting the best of you," Molly murmured. "And I also think that you should voice your fears to Harry."

"I've thought about it…" Ginny murmured through her tears. "I just didn't know how to bring it up or anything."

"I think Harry would want to know your fears, and your worries." Molly said confidently. "That's what marriage is all about. When you're feeling down, or scared, or hurt or anything else, Harry is the one there for you, to help you and reassure you."

"I know…" Ginny just snuggled closer to her mum.

"And now's more the time than any." Molly pointed out. "Tonight, when he comes home just tell him how you're feeling, and have him reassure you. And know that he was just as many fears and worries as you do dear."

"Okay," Ginny nodded her head. "Thank you, Mummy." Molly smiled at her beautiful daughter.

"You are more than welcome, my darling." Molly kissed the top of her head, and Ginny snuggled in again. "You know you can always come to me."

"I know." Molly felt Ginny nod her head.

The rest of the afternoon Ginny spent with her mother. They talked, and baked dinner for her father, and some for Ginny to take home for her and Harry, and they just spent some much needed mother/daughter time together.

When it came time for Ginny to get home, so that she could meet Harry, Ginny hugged her mother for a long time.

"Thank you for today, Mum." Ginny whispered. "It's been a while since the two of us have just been together,"

"That it has," Molly agreed. "I think it's been too long." Molly smiled as Ginny continued to hug her. "I know you'll be able to do what's best." Molly whispered. "Good luck."

"Thank you," Ginny whispered back, before pulling away, grabbing the dinner, and flooing home.

Once home, she only had to wait ten minutes, before Harry came home. She already had the dinner dished out, and placed on the kitchen table.

"Hello, my love." Harry came around to where Ginny sat and placed a kiss on her cheek. "How was your day?"

"Very good," Ginny smiled. "I went to the Burrow and spent some time with my mum."

"That sounds fun." Harry smiled as he too sat at the table, and dug into the full plate Ginny had dished for him.

"Yeah, it was nice to talk with her and just be the two of us," Ginny agreed. "How was your day?"

"Long." Harry said with a chuckle. "I had a lot of meetings."

"Oh, I see." Ginny knew that Harry hated the meetings he had to go to as an Auror. There were one's with his group, with his head, and with the minister, and they all just happened to fall on the same day each time.

"Yeah," Harry said with a disgusted look on his face, and Ginny giggled.

"Oh poor dear." Ginny smirked and Harry chuckled with her.

"Love you too, babe."

Dinner was a fun, happy affair, but as it came to an end, a thunderstorm started up. Harry and Ginny loved thunderstorms, since it meant they would curl up together in front of the fire, and just sit and talk the night away. It's what they did every storm, sort of a tradition of sorts.

Soon they settled in a comfy couch in the comfy living room, facing the fire, blanket on top, sitting next to each other, with Ginny's head on Harry's shoulder.

"I love storms," Harry murmured as another thunder boomed, and he ran his fingers through her long hair.

"You won't when James' born?" Ginny told him.

"And why's that?" Harry asked skeptically.

"Because he'll most likely be afraid of them." Ginny explained.

"Well, we'll be here for him." Harry murmured, and when he said that, the conversation with her mother struck in Ginny's mind, and she knew know was the time to talk to him.

"Harry, can I tell you something?" Ginny asked; her voice laced with worry and hesitation.

"Of course you can," Harry told her, and he kissed the top of her head. "Anything."

"Well," Ginny took a deep breath. "Today, I had a lot of time on my hands, and it seemed to me that so many of my deepest fears came to mind." Ginny told him. "And so I told them all to my mum, and we talked about it, and then she suggested I bring them up with you, so that we could talk about them and so-" Ginny had been talking a mile a minute, before Harry cut her off.

"Slow down, honey." Harry told her. "I'm here. You can tell me any fears you have." Again, Ginny took a deep breath.

"Well, what if we don't make it to St. Mungo's in time?" Ginny started with an easier one, not the one that she had necessarily voiced to her mother.

"I'll be there, and I'll make sure we get there in time." Harry promised her. Ginny nodded.

"This morning, my mind was just going through every worst case scenario it could think up, and I just got overly paranoid." Ginny explained.

"It's alright to be scared," Harry assured her. "We all have fears. Was that your only one?" Harry asked, knowing that Ginny had more.

"Well the others were like, what if James or I get hurt while I'm in labor? What if it hurts too much, and I can't go through with it?" These were also big to Ginny. She knew giving birth hurt, and she was not looking forward to it. The book said that it would be like pushing out a watermelon.

"I'm sorry about that," Harry told her quietly. "Because I know just as much you do that it probably will hurt you. I never, ever want to see you pain. It's going to be hard, but I'll be there with you, the whole time." Harry promised her.

"I know," Ginny murmured, and she quickly summoned all of her Gryffindor courage. She had to tell him now. "Harry, what if you're not there for his birth?" She whispered the question so quietly, that Harry almost missed what she said.

"Why would I miss it?" Harry asked confusedly. He wasn't planning on being away. He wanted nothing more than to be there when she gave birth to their son.

"What if there's a new Voldemort?" Ginny asked, but continued before Harry could answer. "What if I have to go through all of that pain alone? What if you run off like before? What if you leave us?" Ginny fired off all of the questions, before she broke down in tears. She cried, and cried, and Harry just held her to him closely. He had no idea that she thought that. One part of him thought that he very dearly deserved her mistrust, and another part of him was hurt that she mistrusted him, and wondered what he had done recently to have her mistrust him. Finally, he found the words to speak again.

"I'm so, so sorry, Gin." Harry whispered, as his grip around her tightened. "I had no idea you mistrusted me."

"Oh, Harry!" Ginny exclaimed, and she began to sob even harder, almost on the boarder of hysteria. Harry just continued to hold her tightly, and mentally kicking himself for making her feel this way.

"I love you," Harry murmured as he rubbed her back, and just let her sob into his shoulder.

After a little while, Ginny started to calm down, and gain control over herself again.

"I don't," hiccup "mistrust" hiccup "you." Ginny's speech was in fragments, as she tried to keep herself calm, not only for herself, but the health of little James.

"Oh, Ginny." Harry buried his face in her long hair, and he felt a few tears drip from his eyes.

"Harry, no, please don't cry." Ginny begged. "I didn't mean it like that all. I just… I'm worried that there will be another Voldemort, and everyone will turn to you, because you saved us last time, but I can't lose you again. I love you too much."

"Ginny," Harry cried into her hair. "I love you, too. I could never, would never, ever leave you again." Harry promised. "I thought you knew that."

"I do know that!" Ginny exclaimed. "It's one of my darkest fears, that Voldemort will come back, or someone like him. And every since this pregnancy, it's become stronger. Now that we have a little one to look after, I'm more scared then ever."

"I know what you mean," Harry told her, as he pulled away, and looked into her loving brown eyes. "The more I think about it, the more I worry for James. But I know that the world is safe now. We all worked hard for that, and I know that it finally is that way."

"I do too," Ginny agreed. "I fought for it, we all fought for it."

"Thank you," Harry murmured after a moment.

"What for?" Ginny asked him.

"For telling me your greatest fear," Harry kissed the top of her head. "For loving me, for trusting me, for knowing that I'll always be here for you."

"Well then thank you for loving me, for trusting me, and thank you for believing me." Ginny added, and she reached up and gentle kissed Harry. "Thank you for understanding me."

"I love you." Harry murmured. "So very, very much. I will never leave you again, I promise."

"I love you, too." Ginny put her head back on his shoulder. "I trust you."

The next few days were relatively normal for the Potters. Harry went to work, and Ginny knit, and cooked and got way too excited then she should've been.

When Thursday rolled around, Ginny was so done being pregnant. She was so tired, from lack of sleep, and was so done being pregnant.

That night, as the couple lay in bed, Ginny finally couldn't handle it anymore. Harry lay next to her, sound asleep, but she kept having pains in her lower abdomen and back. After a while of just laying in misery, she decided to get up and walk around. Though, she was shocked to find that she didn't feel better as she switched positions. She knew that when you had practice contractions, they'd go away when you got up and moved around, and switched positions. But, these weren't getting softer, if anything they were getting more painful.

She thought maybe she should wake up Harry, but she didn't think that he needed to be up for this. She'd been waking him up a lot lately, and she could tell it was affecting him. It wasn't fair of her to wake him up late in the night, and then send him off to work the next morning. So, she decided to leave him.

After a while of thinking it over, and wondering why it was, something came to mind. And as this thought occurred, she felt and heard a splash coming from under her knickers. And, she then knew what this meant; she had gone into labor. She immediately panicked.

"Harry! Harry!" Ginny exclaimed, as she felt the sticky liquid on her legs, and in her knickers. "Harry get up!" Ginny shrieked.

Within no time, Harry was up.

"What is it?" Harry asked, concern in his voice.

"My water broke!" Ginny freaked. "And my back hurts! And oh my goodness, I'm having James!"

"What!" Harry sputtered as he watched his wife from across the room. She clutched her stomach, and her face was contorted in pain.

"I'm having James!" Ginny ground out. "NOW!"

"What do we do?" Harry asked as he quickly jumped out of bed, and rushed to Ginny's side.

"St. Mungos you idiot!" Ginny exclaimed. "We can't just stand here all day!"

"Oh yes," Harry put an arm around her waist, and helped hold her up, as she clutched her stomach.

"You know what," Ginny's voice was short. "Just please go floo call my mum."

"Are you sure you can be up here alone?" Harry asked nervously.

"Yes, I'm positive. Go!" Ginny exclaimed as she started walking around the room again, for that was when the pain was less intense.

Harry rushed down both flights of stairs, and quickly went to the 'coming and going' room. He grabbed a pinch of floo powder, and through it into the fireplace.

"The Burrow!" He yelled, and he quickly jumped in, forgetting he had to actually go in.

"Molly, Arthur!" Harry called, even though he knew they were upstairs asleep. It was 1 o'clock in the morning, and not many were up at this hour, and especially not people like Molly and Arthur Weasley.

"Mum, Dad!" Harry then called as he raced up the old rickety staircase. As he did, many memories flooded his mind, and he couldn't help but smile. Too many great things had happened on these stairs, and now, one of the greatest things of his life was about to happen.

Harry quickly thundered up the stairs, and rushed into the bedroom of his all but adopted parents.

"Mum, Dad!" Harry exclaimed again, and both Molly and Arthur jumped out of the bed.

"What is it Harry?" Arthur exclaimed when they realized who it was in their room.

"Ginny's having James and I have no idea what to do!" Harry exclaimed, and Molly seemed to jump into action.

"Well, is she at home all alone?" Molly asked as she grabbed her robe, and wrapped it around herself, and Arthur followed her lead.

"Yeah, she told me to come get you." Harry explained.

"Well then, let's go!" Molly exclaimed, and she rushed out of the room, Harry and Arthur hot on her heels.

When they got to the Potter home, and up to the bedroom, Ginny was sitting up on the bed, her back propped against a few pillows, and the headboard.

"How are you, dear?" Molly asked, quietly jumping into mother mode.

"Okay-" Ginny started before her face was scrunched into pain again. She let out a moan as she placed her hands against her stomach. When the pain seemed to stop, Ginny looked up at her mum. "I always knew it would hurt, but this damn much?"

"Oh yes," Molly smiled ruefully at her daughter. "Childbirth is one of the most painful things I've ever done, but one of the most beneficial and wonderful thing at the same time."

"Let's hope," Ginny mumbled. "What now?" She then asked.

"Well, how far a part are the contractions and has your water broken yet?" Molly asked as she pulled her wand out.

"Yeah, my waters broken, and the contractions aren't really close enough for me to tell." Ginny explained. "Although, they have been becoming more frequent."

"Well then we'll start counting when the next one comes." Molly told her, and Ginny whimpered.

"Let's not think about the next one quite yet." Ginny said weakly.

"I'm sorry, sweetie, but it's only going to get worse." Molly told her, and Ginny whimpered again.

"Oh goodie." Ginny mumbled sarcastically.

As the two women talked, Arthur and Harry just stood by the door to the room. Arthur, smiling happily at his daughter for the wonderful thing that was happening, and because he knew he'd raised his daughter to be strong. Harry, looking at his wife with a mixture of fear, nerves, happiness and love. There were so many thought running through his mind, but the one thought that kept coming back, 'She's having our baby!'

As Harry just stood and thought, he seemed to miss what Molly had asked of him, for Arthur put his hand on his shoulder.

"Did you hear me, Harry?" Molly asked, and Harry shook his head bashfully. "Could you run downstairs, and get a glass of water for Ginny?" Molly asked again, and Harry looked to Ginny. She smiled at him.

"I'll be fine. Just bring me back a nice, ice filled drink." She told him simply, and Harry nodded, before exiting the room.

Though Harry wouldn't admit it, he was glad to be able to leave. Not because he didn't want to be with Ginny, but because he wanted to be helpful in some way.

When he got down to the kitchen, and he heard Ladee apparate in, he remembered that he wouldn't have had to leave the room at all. Harry then thought that Molly most likely knew him well enough, to know that he couldn't' just sit around doing nothing for any amount of time.

Harry reached up into a cupboard, and pulled out a water bottle, and he heard Ladee start to speak.

"Can I be of service, Master Harry?" Ladee asked tiredly.

"Oh no, I'm quite fine, Ladee." Harry turned to face her, and he gave her an assuring smile. "Go back to sleep."

"Thank you, Master Harry." Ladee bowed before apparating away.

Once Ladee was gone, Harry went back to his task. He filled the water bottle up with ice, and then went to the tap and filled the bottle up.

When Harry was done, he walked back over to the staircase, and found Arthur walking down them.

"I thought I'd leave them to it." Arthur told Harry at his questioning look.

"Oh," Harry nodded his head. "Is it really as bad as everyone says?" Harry quickly asked, before looking down at his feet, as if he'd said something quite horrible.

"Childbirth?" Arthur asked, and Harry just nodded his head.

"Well, I've never done it myself, but each time Molly was, I'd say that was one of the things I noticed right off the bat." Arthur told his son-in-law truthfully. "That and how beautiful she looked every time." Harry just nodded his head.

"I just feel bad." Harry mumbled.

"I know you do, son." Arthur put a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder, and Harry looked up at Arthur's face. "And it's going to be hard, but both of you will agree that it was worth it when you hold your son for the first time. There is nothing else quite like that magical moment when you hold your little boy for the first time." Arthur told him with a memorable smile on his face. "Each time is just as wonderful as the first."

"Oh," Harry nodded his head, looking almost like a scared little child.

"May I offer you some advice I gave to Bill when little Victoire was being born, and what I also told George?" Arthur asked Harry, although he was positive he knew the answer already.

"Please." Harry said almost desperately, and Arthur led him up stairs, and into the comfortable living room. They both took a seat, before Arthur started.

"As both Molly and I have said, this is one of the most painful, yet wonderful experiences you'll ever go through, and it's important that it's together. She's going to need you." Arthur smiled warmly at Harry. "She doesn't physically need you there, but in all other aspects she really will need you by her side. Molly once told me that she'd never have gotten through any of the births of our seven children, if it hadn't have been for me. Ginny is a lot like her mum, in so many ways, that they might not even see. Ginny's got her mothers beautiful looks, her warm, inviting eyes, her temper, and her strength. Ginny is one of the most strong-willed people I have ever met. She's self-confident, she has a wonderful way of standing up for herself, and can fight any battle as good as the next person. But, along with all of the strength, comes fear. As her father, I know her better than almost anyone. Most likely not any better than you, but I do know her mother.

"As I told you when you asked for her hand, Ginny loves you more than you will ever know, and I know you love her just as much. The only way you two are going to get through the next 11 years, is together. Everything you ever do, as I have already told you, should be together. It's the only way your family was stay up, and it's the only way you two will keep your sanity. As for tonight, Ginny's temper will be going out of control, as I'm sure you'll notice. She's going to say some things that she doesn't mean, and that she will most likely forget once little James is here. I promise, she's going to say something that might hurt you, or might upset you. Just stay calm, and know that she doesn't really have any control over any of it. Don't shout back at her, it won't help anything. I say this from experience." Arthur smiled here. "Just know that in a short time, you'll be a father, and it will all be thanks to her. And remember to love her." As Arthur seemed to finish, Harry looked very over whelmed. And Arthur chuckled slightly.

"I promise it's better than it all sounds." Arthur assured him.

"Okay," Harry nodded his head.

"You are a wonderful man, and I like to think that I know you just as well as I know any of my own sons. Everything will be all right. Just love her."

"I do." Harry smiled confidently. "More than anything else."

"I know you do, son." Arthur placed a comforting hand on Harry's leg. "Just remember what I told you."

"I will." Harry nodded. "Thank you, Dad." Arthur beamed, and he wrapped Harry in a tight hug.

"What do you say we head back upstairs?" Arthur asked after a moment, and Harry nodded his head.

"I haven't given Ginny her water yet." Harry said.

"And I haven't brought up the wet towels." Arthur said thoughtfully. "I guess I did have a reason for leaving." Both Harry and Arthur chuckled, before they got up and went their separate ways.

"Nice of you to come back!" Ginny snapped when she saw Harry enter the room. "What took you so long?" She demanded.

"I'm sorry, baby." Harry said as he brought the bottle over to her, and helped her take a drink.

"I'm not broken, I can take my own drink!" Ginny said when he put the bottle on the nightstand, and both Molly and Arthur entered the room again.

"I know, Gin." Harry kissed her forehead, before standing up, and walking away from their bed, to allow Molly room.

"Don't leave me!" Ginny whimpered as it looked like another contraption started, and Harry rushed to her side. He climbed onto the bed from his side, and scooted over to her. She bent over, and she had both of her hands placed on the small of her back. When it ended, she melted into Harry's embrace.

"About 15 minuets apart." Molly told her, as she wiped Ginny's forehead with a cool towel.

"Ugh…" Ginny moaned.

"Can I rub your back?" Harry whispered to Ginny after a moment.

"Please," Ginny begged. "Lower back."

Harry nimble hands soon found the spot, and he gently rubbed, as Ginny hissed in pain and relief.

"Does it hurt?" Harry asked fearfully, as he pulled his hands away.

"Yes, but in a good way." Ginny told him. "Please more."

"If you're sure…" Harry's voice was unsure.

"Yes, now!" Ginny exclaimed, and Harry immediately started rubbing again. "Oh sweet Merlin…" Ginny moaned, and Harry smiled in relief. It was good to know that he was able to help her.

15 minutes later, Ginny was again doubled over in pain.

"It's worse this time…" Ginny hissed, as Harry held her hand, and Molly wiped her brow.

"I assume it is." Molly nodded her head. "That's good, Ginny, not bad." She assured her.

"It doesn't seem very good." Ginny snapped.

"Just sooner until it's over is what it means." Molly told her.

"That's good, Gin." Harry mumbled in her ear, and he kissed her there.

"I know…" Ginny mumbled and she looked better than before.

"Over?" Molly asked her, and Ginny nodded.

"Finally," She muttered, and only Harry heard her.

"You're doing wonderful, honey." He whispered to her. "I'm so proud of you."

"It's not that hard," Ginny said bitterly. "I just sit her and pain every 15 minutes."

"Yes, but you're doing wonderful. You're very strong."

"Whatever…" Ginny's voice trailed off, but Harry could tell that she was satisfied with what he'd said.

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A few hours later, Harry, Ginny, Molly and Arthur were on their way to St. Mungos. Ginny was breathing heavily, and panting as Harry held her up, and Molly and Arthur walked briskly in front of them.

They got to St. Mungo's, easily checked in, and were soon settled in a hospital room, assured that Padma was on her way.

Soon, Padma Goldstein arrived at St. Mungo's and rushed into Ginny's room.

"Good morning, Ginny." Padma said cheerfully as she waved her wand, and seemed to be getting things ready. She picked up a clip board, and looked over what they nurse had written, before scribbling down some notes of her own.

"Yeah," Ginny's voice was distracted, for she was going through yet another painful contraction. She had Harry's hand tight in her grip, and although Harry seemed to wince every once in a while, he didn't complain, and Ginny's didn't notice.

Padma smiled at the couple, before ushering Molly and Arthur out, promising she'd have someone tell them when something new arose.

Padma then did a few tests, and smiled proudly at Ginny.

"You're doing wonderful." Padma told her, and Harry whispered something in Ginny's ear, that seemed to make her happy. "I'd say just a few more hours until the actual labor."

"Are you telling me that this isn't actual enough?" Ginny snapped, before Harry rubbed her back from the hospital chair he sat in next to her bed.

"Yup." Padma nodded her head. "Pretty much. These are just contractions. You haven't pushed yet, or actually started to get James out."

"So it gets worse?" Ginny asked almost fearfully.

"Sorry, but yes." Padma smiled sympathetically, and Ginny let her head fall back.

"Brilliant," Ginny mumbled. "Just brilliant."

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Once Molly and Arthur left the small hospital room, they decided to call all the family out. Molly knew that it would still be a while longer, but her brothers would be mad if they weren't here for it all.

"I'll get the three older boys," Arthur told his wife as they walked to the fireplaces.

"You're calling Charlie?" Molly asked skeptically.

"Don't you think he'd want to be here?" Arthur questioned. "For the boys, this is much different than when Victoire, Dominique or Freddie was born. This is their little sister."

Molly just shook her head.

"If you insist," Molly said. "I'll get George and Ron. Do you suppose we should call Andromeda?"

"No." Arthur shook his head. "We'll wait longer." Molly nodded her head in agreement, before they went their separate ways.

HGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHG

Many hours and hours later, things were going pretty much the same as they had been. Only difference was Ginny's contractions were now only minutes apart, and they were much more painful then before. It was late evening of Friday, and Ginny was sick and tired of it all.

"This is the most bloody awful thing I've ever done!" Ginny shrieked through another contraction. "Worse than crucio!"

"I don't know," Padma said conversationally, as she looked over something. "I've never been in labor, but crucio was pretty horrible." Harry almost wanted to laugh at the causality of the way Padma talked of the Cruciatus curse. He knew all about Ginny's 6th year at Hogwarts, and knew that none of it was good. But, it still shocked him every time someone talked of it.

"How much longer…" Ginny moaned when the contraction ended.

"Well, let's check." Padma put on a pair of gloves, and grabbed her wand. She checked Ginny out, and smiled at Ginny.

"You're almost all the way dilated!" Padma said happily. "It's almost time to push!"

"Oh good," Ginny closed her eyes, before quickly opening them. "In the birth plan papers, it said that I could choose how I am positioned in labor, right?"

"Yes." Padma nodded.

"Well, can I walk around for a minute?" Ginny asked eagerly. "I don't think I'll be able to for long, not much energy, just for a moment?"

"No." Harry said instantly, and Ginny shot him a glare. "One, I didn't ask you! Two, you have no right to tell me what I can and can't do until you've given birth yourself! So, I don't think you should be talking at all!" Ginny yelled at him, and Harry shrunk away, and Ginny instantly felt bad. "I'm sorry, honey." Ginny said, and she reached a hand out to Harry.

"It's alright." Harry told her, and he kissed her hand. "I know you can't help it."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Ginny exclaimed, and Harry just smiled, and sighed on the inside.

"Nothing, baby, nothing." Harry kissed her hand again. After a moment, Ginny seemed to realize she'd ask Padma a question. She went to ask again, but a contraction, instantly hit her.

"Owwwwwwww…" Ginny moaned, and Harry stood up and rubbed her back, and she squeezed his thigh tightly. "I'm done!" Ginny groaned, but both Harry and Padma knew she didn't mean she was done with the contraction, but done having to be in labor.

"I know, I know." Harry murmured lovingly. "You're doing good, just keep going."

"Ugh…"

When the contraction ended, and Ginny had been made comfortable again, Ginny turned to Padma.

"So?" Ginny asked.

"I don't see why not. There's nothing wrong with walking around for a moment. I'll just tell you know that you won't be lasting long. No one I've ever assisted before could stand not sitting for such a long time, especially with how far you are. It does hurt to stand in a contraction." Padma explained. "It's your call."

"More painful?" Ginny raised an eyebrow, and Padma nodded. "Then I'm good right where I am."

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More hours later, and finally happy about something Padma had told her.

"You're ready to push!" Padma told her happily. "Ready?"

"Bloody hell, yes!" Ginny exclaimed. "I want to be done!"

"Okay," Padma smiled at Ginny. "How do you wanna sit?"

"Harry behind me." Ginny said without a moment hesitation, or a second thought. She turned to Harry. "Behind me, now!" She told him urgently, and Harry quickly scrambled to his feet.

Ginny scooted forward, and Harry gently eased in behind her. He gently placed his hands on her belly, and Ginny sighed in relief.

"Oh yes, right there." Ginny told him as she placed his hands in certain spots. "I'm ready!" Ginny said confidently.

"Alright, we'll just wait for the next contraction." Padma told her. "When I say push, push as hard as you possibly can. When the contraction ends, that's when you'll stop. Alright?" Ginny nodded.

"Yes." Ginny eased back and snuggled up to Harry. He kissed the top of her head, and rubbed her belly softly.

"You are so beautiful." He murmured into her hair, and Ginny chuckled.

"Yeah, sure I am." Ginny humored him.

"No I mean it." Harry said earnestly. "You are just so… radiant! I can't help but fall even more in love with you, if it's at all possible."

"I love you, too." Ginny mumbled. "Thank you."

"No, thank you." Harry said, before he felt Ginny tense.

"Here it is," Padma said in a reassuring voice. "1- 2- 3- push!" Padma exclaimed, and Ginny instantly did as she was told.

Ginny shrieked in pain, and she grabbed Harry's hand off of her stomach and squeezed it as tight as she could.

"You are SO doing this next time, Potter." Ginny hissed out.

Within seconds though, the contraction ended, and Ginny sighed in relief, and she dropped Harry's hand back to her stomach.

"I mean it, too." Ginny mumbled. "I'm never doing this again."

"You know I would if I could." Harry told her. "I hate to see you in pain." And he kissed her.

"I know," Ginny sighed. "It'll all be worth it soon, though."

"Yes, more than worth it." He told her confidently. "Keep up the good work."

"You too." Ginny giggled.

For the next hour, as the day turned to Saturday, Ginny kept pushing and pushing. Finally, at about 2 a.m. on Saturday, Ginny heard good news.

"Alright, Gin, just a few more pushes, and I think it'll be time." Padma told her.

"Finally," Ginny's voice was rasping from all of the yelling she'd done. Harry, knowing what she needed, grabbed the water bottle, and gave her a drink.

"Thanks," Ginny mumbled as she grabbed both of his hands in her own, and got ready for the next contraction.

"Push!" Padma exclaimed, although after close to 3 hours of pushing, Ginny knew when it was coming.

"Oh my Merlin!" Ginny cried out. "Owie!" Harry just let her squeeze his hands tightly, trying not to wince too much, since what he felt was nothing close to how Ginny felt.

"Harry James Potter!" Ginny exclaimed, but this time Harry didn't grimace at his full name like he had the last time. "You are never, EVER touching me again! Ever!" Harry just kissed the top of her head, letting her know how much he loved her, as she pushed out their baby.

"Just a few more!" Padma said confidently. "Come on, Gin, you can do it!"

"I'm trying as hard as I can!" Ginny yelled.

"I know, and you're doing great!" Padma told her happily.

"Yes you are." Harry mumbled into her hair. "Keep going, love."

"I am!" Ginny cried, her face scrunched up in pain. "I am!"

"I know," Harry cooed to her.

"Push!" Padma exclaimed again. "I can see the little guy!" And, within minutes, James Sirius Potter was born.

The next few minutes, everything happened so fast. Ginny successfully delivered James, and she melted into Harry's embrace, although, both Harry and Ginny's eyes and full attention was focused on their little bundle of joy. Harry couldn't believe it. He, Harry James Potter, was a father. James' screams filled the room, and several nurses assisted Padma in what happened next. They had Harry use his wand to cut the umbilical cord, and they then did a few quick charms on him, that sounded close to the cleaning charm. And, true to thought, James instantly looked a lot cleaner. Then, Padma swaddled James into a blue blanket, and brought him over to the young couple. James had stopped crying, and his eyes were shut in sleep.

"Harry, Ginny, I present to you little James Sirius Potter. 19.8 inches long, and 8.9 pounds, and healthy as can be." Padma said happily, and she gently placed little James in Ginny's open, waiting arms. Neither, Harry nor Ginny noticed that Padma and her nurses slipped out of the room to allow the new family privacy.

"Hello, little one." Ginny cooed to her little sleeping son. "I'm Mummy, and I love you so so much." Ginny then looked behind her shoulder at her husband. She looked into his eyes, and saw they were glossy and a few tears had fallen. She beamed at him, before turning back to James.

"That's Daddy," Ginny cooed again. "And he loves you too."

"So much." Ginny heard Harry's shaky voice. "You are very handsome, James." James had a little tuft of black hair, and they could already see that it would be just like his fathers; out of control.

"He's got your hair." Ginny murmured, a smile on her face.

"Lucky him." Harry also murmured, and Ginny giggled.

"I like your hair." Ginny whispered.

"Well I'm glad someone does." Harry told her and he kissed the top of her head, before his hands wrapped around her stomach again, and he placed them over her own, that were tightly holding onto James.

"I wonder who's eyes he'll have." Ginny pondered, and as she did, James yawned largely, and opened his tiny little eyes.

"Blue," Harry whispered. "A very pretty blue."

"My dad has blue." Ginny told him.

"Neither of my parents had blue." Harry told her.

"I know." Ginny nodded her head. "Brown and green." And Harry couldn't help but beam at his wife. He kissed the top of her head again. He didn't know why, but her knowing that made him very happy.

"I love you." He told her.

"I love you, too." Ginny said. "And you." Ginny whispered as she looked straight into James' eyes. And at that moment, she knew that all the pain, the long past nine-months, the war, everything, was worth this little one in her arms. She knew at that moment what Lily must have felt when she sacrificed herself for her son. Although Ginny had just met James, she knew without a doubt, she would take an curse for him, she would do anything for him.

The same thoughts ran through Harry's mind. He looked down at his son, and he knew that everything he'd done in his life, and been for this reason. To be able to have his beautiful, wonderful, loving wife in his lap, holding their own little baby. Dying, coming back, fighting Voldemort, the months after, being an Auror, everything; everything was worth these two wonderful people in his life, his wife and son.

"Thank you, Ginny." Harry murmured as he felt his eyes flood with tears. "Thank you for everything. For loving me, for marrying me, for being there for me, and for James."

"I could say the same thing," Ginny told him. "And I will. Thank you for loving me, for marrying me, for always understanding me best, and thank you for being here for me these last nine months, and for being James' daddy, and my husband."

"I love you." Harry kissed her.

"I love you, too." Ginny again looked back at him, and Harry noticed that Ginny too had tears in her eyes. But, as she turned around, Harry saw her yawn a yawn to rival the one James had just done.

"I think you need some sleep." Harry told her.

"I think I do too." Ginny agreed. "Watch James?" Harry smiled.

"Of course I will. Never take my eyes off of him." Harry promised her. "Maybe we can get you into a better room, and I can take James out to meet the family."

"I like that idea." Ginny told him. "Go get Padma."

"Okay." Harry helped Ginny move forward, so he could get out from behind her, and he easily stood up. Afterwards, he took James from Ginny's grasp, and helped her lay down, and get comfortable.

"Wait!" Ginny quickly sat up, and she instantly put her hands to her stomach.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked, worry in his voice.

"Oh just sore." Ginny told him as she rubbed her stomach. "But what I was going to say was, aren't I supposed to breast feed James first?"

"I'm not sure. I'll grab Padma." Harry first secured his grip on his little baby, and then he walked to the door. He tried to remember everything about holding baby Teddy, but that was a lot different. By time he'd actually met Teddy, he was already a month and a half old. Harry had never held a new born before, and it was nerve-racking. But, he figured a lot of it had to do with this being his own son, although he did think of Teddy as his own.

Soon enough, Harry had Padma taking care of everything. She took Ginny out of the birthing room, and into an after the birth room, where she instantly fell to sleep. Harry asked Padma about the breast feeding, and Padma said that James would be okay for a little while, before they'd have to wake Ginny up. Then, Harry asked about James meeting the family, and Padma told him what was recommended, and Harry decided to go along with it.

Harry reluctantly put James into a small hospital cradle, with his name, James Sirius Potter, clearly written on the side. He then walked to the lobby, to tell his family the wonderful news.

As he entered the lobby, he saw that it was mostly empty besides the large Weasley family. He was surprised to even see Charlie sitting with the family.

"Harry!" Hermione was the first to notice him, and she rushed to him. "Is he here?" She asked excitedly, and Harry just beamed. Within no time, the whole family was gathering around Harry, waiting for him to break the news.

"James Sirius Potter was born about forty-five minutes ago. He's 19.8 inches long, 8.9 pounds and he's very healthy. Both Mummy and baby are doing perfectly good." Harry said and he couldn't help the foolish smile on his face. He was just so happy. He could only think of a few times when he'd ever been this happy. The time when Ginny forgave after the war, the day she agreed to marry him, and their wedding day were the happiest days of his life, and this day would easily be added to that list.

His family cheered, and everyone talked all at once, congratulating Harry, and talking to one another.

"So can we see them?" Molly asked after everyone had calmed down enough to hear what one was saying.

"Both are sleeping at the moment, but after that I can take you all back." Harry explained. "Although, could one of you call Andromeda and tell her to bring Teddy to meet his new godbrother?"

"I can do zat, 'Arry." Fleur told him with a smile.

"Thank you, Fleur."

"No problem." She smiled back at him, and she handed little Dominique over to her husband, and she walked away.

"I'll be back soon, alright?" Harry asked everyone else.

"Take all the time you need." Arthur assured him. "We'll wait."

"Thank you." Harry smiled at his family, and he couldn't help the floods of emotion that hit him. He felt his eyes tear up again, and he unabashedly let them fall.

"You're welcome, dear." Molly smiled.

"Congratulations, son." Arthur gave him a hug, as did Molly, and Harry hugged them both back just as tightly.

"Well I better get back." Harry told them, before he left the lobby and went back to his wife and son.

Ginny woke up soon after, and she gave James his first feeding, although it was hard for her.

"Why won't he just latch on?" Ginny asked, her voice holding a slight frustration, but she just couldn't bring herself to be mad at her little baby.

"It's going to be hard for the both of you." Padma told her. "Most first time breast feeders just pump."

"Is it easier?" Ginny asked.

"It can be." Padma answered.

"Well then maybe that's what I'll do." Ginny said as she tried again to get James to feed. "Come on, honey." Ginny cooed. "Just be good for Mummy, please."

For a minute, James just struggled, but soon enough he caught on, and he did okay from there.

"This feels so weird." Ginny murmured as she brushed his hair.

"Different then when I-" Harry started but Ginny cut him off, a blush on her face.

"Harry!" She hissed, but Padma just smiled, and pretended like she hadn't heard anything at all.

James soon fell away from her, and Padma told Ginny that that was a sign of him being done, and Ginny nodded. Padma had already given her a book to read on breast feeding, and a small pump that she could use.

After his first feeding, it was time for him to meet his family.

"Bring Teddy first." Ginny told Harry, and he nodded.

"Alright, I'll be right back." Harry told her, and he kissed both Ginny and James, before leaving for the lobby.

While waiting for Harry and Teddy, Ginny just stared at James. She found that she did this a lot and it was easy to get lost and lose track of time as she did it. It still hadn't even been a full day, or even twelve hours since his birth, but Ginny felt like she'd known him forever.

As Ginny pondered over this, Harry slipped back into the room, Teddy in his arms.

"Look Teddy," Ginny heard Harry tell Teddy excitedly. "That's your little brother, James."

"My little brother…" Teddy's voice trailed off. "From Auntie Ginny's tummy?"

"Yes," Ginny spoke this time. "Would you like to meet him?"

"Uh-huh." Teddy nodded his head, and he tried to wiggle out of Harry's grasp, but he just carried him over to the bed, and set him down next to Ginny.

"He's so little!" Teddy exclaimed, as she put a hand on one of James' tinier ones. "Is he sweeping?"

"Yeah, he is." Harry told him. "He's tired."

"Oh," Teddy nodded. "Night, night baby bwother." Teddy murmured, and Harry and Ginny shared a loving look above Teddy's head.

"James loves you, Teddy." Harry told him as James' hand opened and grasped one of Teddy's fingers.

"I wove James too." Teddy said, as he looked down at his finger in James' fist.

After Teddy, Harry and Ginny decided to have the godparents come meet their godson. It was an easy decision on who would be the godparents, for no one else was more perfect for the job.

"Ron, Hermione." Harry said as he left Teddy with Andromeda. "Do you wanna come see James?"

"Yes!" Hermione exclaimed as she bounced on her feet. Ron looked just as excited as Hermione was, and Harry couldn't help but love his best friends even more for it.

The trio was silent as they walked back through the hospital, and down the many hallways. They stopped in front of one door, and Harry stopped and turned to his friends. He gently turned the doorknob and as he did he said,

"Meet James Sirius Potter." The three friends slipped into the room, and found Ginny's sitting in the bed, James in her arms. She was again staring down at him.

"Hey, Gin." Hermione mumbled softly, as she quietly, yet eagerly, inched to the bed.

"Hey Hermione, Hey Ron." Ginny smiled at her best friend and brother. "Meet your little godson." As Ginny said this, Hermione gasped, and tears instantly came to his eyes.

"Really?" She squeaked and Ron looked just as shocked.

"Really." Both Ginny and Harry said at the same time, and he now sat on the bed next to his wife, a hand on James.

"Awww! Thank you!" Hermione raced over to the bed, and gently grabbed her godson into her arms. "He's so precious." Hermione cooed as Ron came up behind her, and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Congratulations you two." Ron murmured as he stared in transfixion down at his godson/nephew.

"Thanks, Ron." Harry smiled proudly. "For everything." Harry added as an after thought, and he and Ron shared a look together that summed up everything they had been thinking.

Hermione and Ron continued to hold James for a little while, before Harry noticed a wistful look on Ginny's face as she looked at their son. Knowing what she wanted, Harry got up and walked over to Ron and Hermione.

"Can we have the little one back now?" Harry asked and Hermione smiled ruefully.

"Of course." She kissed James on the forehead, and then handed him back to his Daddy. Harry swiftly carried James back over to Ginny, and she eagerly took him from Harry. She kissed him on the forehead, and snuggled him up to herself.

Harry and Ginny just sat quietly, staring at James for a while, before Ron coughed and they both looked up.

"We're gonna go back out there." Ron told them.

"Okay," Ginny nodded. "Can you send Mum and Dad back here?" She asked and Hermione could tell that she didn't want Harry to leave her side anymore.

"Of course we can." Hermione assured her. "Thank you again."

"No, thank you for accepting." Ginny said and Harry smiled.

"Thank you for everything you two have ever done for either of us." Harry added. "I don't know how I would've gotten through Hogwarts without the two of you." Everyone chuckled wryly.

"Of course, mate." Ron told him, and then the couple slipped out of the room.

"The one bad part," Ginny mumbled to Harry. "All the family that wants to meet him." And Harry chuckled.

"We'll be alone soon." Harry promised her.

"Hopefully." Ginny added, and Harry nodded.

"Yeah, hopefully."

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