"Harry!" Ginny called, "Hermione has gone into labour!"
Harry's rapid footsteps seemed to become heavier as he thundered down the stairs, vaulting over the staircase and capturing his young wife up in to his arms. Messily, as Ginny shrieked with surprise, he stumbled towards the fireplace.

"Get the floo powder," he grunted, clumsily attempting to grab for the bowl they'd placed on the mantle with the green powder. He knocked it instead, and a large puff of the powder hit the flames, bursting into an emerald flare.

"The Burrow!" The pair of them bellowed, becoming swallowed by the flame immediately.