A/N ~ Two chapters in quick succession? My aren't you lucky? I'd like to thank everyone who gave me happy birthday wishes. I forgot to add that in my author's note of the previous chapter. I can has review, plz?
It was just another night in the Potter Place. It was January and snow blanketed the lawn.
Soon after they had moved in, Mrs. Wealsey came over to visit and give them fresh flowers for their kitchen vase. On the card she had written : "Something nice for the new Potter Place", and ever since then, the house had always been dubbed as so.
Harry was at the sink, charming the dishes to wash themselves so he would only have to dry them. Hermione was now in her last week of pregnancy and was about to burst. She was due to deliver two boys any day now, and you could definitely tell by looking at her. In the past month, she spent more time in bed than she did out of it. Not that she didn't mind all that much. She got to read a lot, and got back into knitting. She made several small hats for her boys, along with gloves and booties.
She sat in bed, a book propped open on her large stomach and waited for Harry to come to bed. She loved the warmth he provided and often found she couldn't get to sleep without him snuggled up next to her.
Harry finished up the dishes, dried his hand on the insides of his robes, grabbed his wand and started to head up the stairs. He flicked his wand at the various lights left on as he made his way upstairs, back to his beautiful wife. He extinguished the hall lamp as he closed the master bedroom door behind him. He pulled off most of his clothes, leaving his underwear and t-shirt on and climbed into bed. He pulled Hermione close to him, spooning her from behind.
The couple lay in silence for awhile, with Harry occasionally nibbling at Hermione's ear or rubbing her back until the two fell asleep. A couple hours later, sometime around three am. Harry awoke to a sharp gasp/
"'Mione? Are you alright?" Harry mumbled sleepily, turning on a light above their heads.
"Yeah, but, I think we're going to have to go to the hospital. My water broke. The boys want to meet us." Hermione replied with her eyes close. Her calmness radiated from her demeanor and relaxed state. Harry however, freaked out.
"WHAT!" He jumped up and ran about the room, packing bags and throwing on clothes. He jumbled noisily around the gold and red room until he finally emerged from the bathroom, with towels in hand. He glanced at his wife, who still lay in bed with her eyes closed. The only way he could tell she was in labor was due to her deep, concentrated breathing. He laughed at his minor spastic attack before going to Hermione and lifting her out of bed.
She willing got out of bed and made her way around the room, getting dressed in comfy clothes, and checking to see if Harry had packed everything. When she had confirmed this, she allowed Harry to first apparate all their stuff and check into their room at St. Mungo's. Five minutes later he came back and carefully apparated her directly into their room. She got redressed in the gown provided and lay back in the bed and started to wait.
After a couple hours, light finally made its way into their room and allowed the sweat on Hermione's face to shine more. She was almost ready to deliver and had asked Harry to leave the room for a while as he was being almost too helpful.
Meanwhile, in the small reception area, designed directly for the family and friends of the patients sat Harry James Potter and many others. Molly, Ginny, Draco, Neville, Luna, Ron, Hannah, Hermione's parents and Charlie had all volunteered to support Hermione and Harry at the hospital when the dark haired man had burst in earlier stammering something about birthing. At the moment, Molly had Harry's head in her lap where she was gently stroking his hair, trying to quell his stress levels. Everyone else was either talking quietly or trying to predict what the boys would be named and whom the godparents would be.
Harry heard a scream coming from down the hall and immediately jumped up and was about to run down the hall back to his wife when the healer in receptions said, "Mr. Potter. That is not your wife. Please sit down. She'll call when she's allowed you back in."
Ron, Draco, and Charlie all broke into laughter as Harry put an embarrassed grin on his face.
"It's alright dear, Arthur did the same thing when Bill was being bored. In fact, I think the healers gave him several servings of Calming Draught before he was fit to come back in the room with me." Molly Weasley comforted her practically adopted son as he went through the traumatic experience of childbirth. She didn't blame Hermione for kicking the man out, he was quite stressed.
Fifteen minutes later, Harry was allowed back into the room and got into bed with Hermione, sitting behind her and offering the support of his chest and legs to help in the process. An hour later, baby number one arrived in the world, closely followed by his brother just a couple minutes later. The healers cleaned the boys us quickly through the use of cleansing spells, weighed and measured them, then handed the boys back to their parents.
"We'll just leave you two alone until you've decided on names. When you have, just fill out the rest of this paperwork, and we'll send in your friends." The Healer then left with a swish of her green robes.
Harry and Hermione already had in mind what they wanted to name their boys, they just had to be sure the names fit.
First, they looked in Hermione's arms. A face, shaped like Harry's but with Hermione's brown curls slept soundly. Hermione kissed the infant's head and he opened his eyes. Piercing blue eyes, courtesy of Hermione's father gazed back. The parents smiled.
"He is definitely Remus James" Hermione whispered.
Harry shook his head, a tear falling slowly from his lashes and the couple moved their attention to the slightly smaller bundle in Harry's arms.
Harry's exact look alike stared back at him. Unlike his brother who was sleeping, this little boy was fully alert and awake, his green eyes taking in everything. His arms and legs were flailing about, getting used to the open space he had been introduced to.
"Why, hello there, Albus Arthur Potter. Welcome to the world my boy. I think you'll grow up to be a Quidditch player like your father." Harry murmured his greetings into Hermione's hair. She nodded her approval and together they filled out the paperwork.
Afterward, Harry left his new family in their room to sleep and went out to tell the others of his news.
The smile on his face instantly gave him away and he was soon bombarded with questions about his boys.
"Alright, gather round," Harry said corralling them all into one corner. "I only want to say this once. Hermione and the boys are fine and sleeping. They'll be awake in an hour and then we can go meet them."
Ginny interjected, "Well. What did you name the poor guys." And Draco nodded earnestly from her side.
"Yeah, Potter, spit it out already."
The group laughed at Draco's comment but quickly turned their attention to Harry.
"Well, we've got a curly brown haired blue eyed boy named Remus James." Harry paused for several "awws" from the women and then continued, "And we also have a mini Harry, down to the energy level" Ron snorted.
"Shut up, Ronald!" His fiancé Hannah smacked the back of his head.
Harry laughed and continued again, "And we named him Albus Arthur."
The next thing Harry knew, he was practically being attacked by Mrs. Weasley who was wailing something along the lines of " Oh, Harry! You named one of your sons after Arthur? He'll be soooo happy."
He rubbed Mrs. Weasley's back and grinned at the group. He suddenly remembered something.
"Oi, you lot! Ron and Hannah. And Draco and Ginny." The couples looked at him. "Ron and Hannah, Hermione and I would like you to be the godparents of little Al. Ginny and Draco, we'd like for you to be Remmy's." The couples confirmed their acceptance by smiles, which only prompted more tears pf joy from Mrs. Weasley.
Harry looked around at his friends and family once more after releasing Molly and then lead them to the room that Hermione was in.
He watched as his sons and wife we're doted upon by others and he thought to himself, and not for the first time, "Life is better this way."
