Hey guys, I really hope you like this chapter. I'm trying to keep it as realistic as I can, because unlike TV, no, a baby is not born in ten minutes, though my depiction will still be pretty short when compared to reality. I'm basically getting all my info from what I remember of the whole event last year when my little sister was born. Thanks for reading!

Here We Go

"He's coming," Ginny said a little breathlessly.

"Now?" Harry asked, bewildered.

Ginny nodded and clutched her stomach tightly. "Now!"

Ron looked at her, confused. "Wait, run that by me again."

"The baby's coming!" Hermione squealed.

"What?"

"We've got to get to St Mungo's,"

"Let's go," Ginny said. She was suddenly hit with another wave of pain. "Ahhh!" she screamed, and her knees buckled beneath her. She would have fallen to the floor had Harry not been there to catch her.

"Mum!" Ron called. He looked frantically back to his sister who was whimpering in Harry's arms. "It's too soon," he said. "She's not due for a few more weeks."

"It's probably because it's her first baby, and she's young," Hermione said. "The baby will be fine; it's nothing the healers can't take care of."

Molly Weasley entered the kitchen then, absorbing the madness. "What the-" she looked at her daughter, then at Harry, then at her frantic son. "Is she-"

"Yes," Hermione said, "We're about to head to St Mungo's."

As the contraction ended, Ginny stood up straight. She smiled amidst the pain. "Come on," she said, pulling Harry's hand. "Let's go meet our son."

The small group bustled toward the fire grate and stepped through to St Mungo's. Harry took Ginny's hand as they all manoeuvred their way through the busy hospital. They finally approached the front desk, where a pretty blond witch was directing a man who had a small tree sprouting out of his ear. "Next," she said.

Harry and Ginny moved forward. "She's in labour," he explained.

The woman smiled at them and pointed toward the stairs. "Second floor, to the right wing," she instructed them.

"Thank you," Harry said, and he led the group away. "How are you holding up?" he asked Ginny as they descended upon the stairs.

"I'm-" she stopped, inhaled sharply, and clutched her stomach in pain, then composed herself. "Just peachy."

Harry laughed. "Your ability to keep your humour while you're writhing in pain is uncanny."

"Thank you, I'll be here all week," she said sarcastically.

"All week?" Ron nearly shouted.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "She's kidding Ronald."

"Oh," his face reddened and he looked down at his feet. He knew absolutely nothing about labour and babies.

They soon approached a long hallway, in front of which was a second desk with another witch standing behind it. She was a plump woman with dark chestnut coloured skin. She looked up from her paperwork to see Ginny, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Mrs Weasley all standing in front of her. She smiled. "Well, hello," she said cheerfully.

"Hi," Ginny said, grinning slightly. Between contractions she was in a rather cheerful mood. He was coming ... Now. Her baby was going to be born today. Her son!

"What's your name?" The woman asked.

"Ginny," Harry said. "Ginevra Potter."

"Alright," The nurse said, attempting to appear un-starstruck. "Come with me, we'll get you to a room." The witch led them down the hall to a deep blue painted door, which opened to reveal a somewhat large hospital room with pale walls, equipped with a bed, a bassinet, two chairs, and plenty of medical things that no one in the group but Molly really recognized. "A healer will be in to see you soon," she said. With a quick smile she left.

Ginny moved to sit down on the bed, followed by Harry. Molly and Hermione leaned against a wall opposite them, and Ron stood awkwardly, his hands in his pockets. "It's happening," Ginny said. "I can't believe it's happening."

"I know," Harry said, rubbing Ginny's shoulders gently. "Do you think he'll be born by tonight?"

"I think- ow, ow, Fucking OW!" Another contraction hit her like a tide washing upon a shore. She whimpered and gripped the blankets beneath her, her nails digging so hard into the fabric hard it ripped. It was the most unbelievable pain she'd ever felt in her entire life. There was nothing she could even compare it to. She closed her mouth to stop herself from screaming, and just when she felt as though she couldn't take it any longer, it began to fade.

As the room came back into focus she realized that Harry was holding her tightly. In the minute that the contraction had lasted, she hadn't noticed anything. All there was, was pain, and the thought of her baby. It was the only thing that got her through it.

"You're so strong," Harry commented. He gave her a weak smile, but she could see the guilt and pity in his eyes.

The healer entered then. "Hello Ginny," the wizard in long white robes said. "I'm Healer Merville."

"Hello, healer," Ginny said.

"So," The healer said, approaching Ginny, his robes sweeping around him. "Who's ready to have a baby?"

"I thought I was," Ginny said, groaning.

The Healer laughed. "Alright, well, hopefully he'll be born soon, and you can be done with the labour and holding your baby as soon as possible. He looked at Harry. "You must be the father," he said in a friendly tone.

Harry nodded. "I'm her husband."

"Great," The healer said. He looked around. "It's wonderful to see such family support."

"We're all here for her," Ron said. Hermione nodded in agreement.

"Wonderful," Healer Merville said. He turned back to Ginny. "Now, I need to do an examination, so I'm going to ask you to lay back and spread your legs-"

"I'm out of here," Ron announced, jumping a little at the Healer's words. "Coming 'Mione?"

Hermione sighed. "Alright, let's go then. We'll be back, Ginny."

Ginny looked at her husband and smirked. "The beauty of life! Ron never changes," she said, lying back on the bed.

"It'll be different when he sees him, love," Harry said, taking her hand. "It'll be different for all of us."

xxx

Hermione and Ron sat in the posh waiting room of the birth wing. They shared a couch, sitting impatiently as they waited for any news of development. Ron ran his fingers through his hair and drummed his fingers on his knees. "We've been out here for twenty minutes," Ron said nervously.

"More like fifteen," Hermione corrected him, glancing at the clock on the wall.

"Do you think something's wrong?" He asked, getting increasingly nervous.

"Everything's fine, Ron," Hermione assured him. "Why are you so worried?"

"It's just... that's my little sister, and I mean, she's so young... and it's a big baby... what if...?"

"What if what?" Hermione said. "Ron, nothing's going to happen, Ginny's fine. She's a big girl-"

"No she's not, she's sixteen!"

"Ron, she's married and in a few hours she'll be a mother. Face it, she's growing up."

Ron slumped back in his seat. "This is Harry's fault."

"Oh, don't start that again," Hermione said, rolling her eyes.

xxx

"Harry," Ginny said, groaning as the Healer left the room to get her a pain soothing draught, her mother behind him. "This is your fault!" Another contraction hit and she leaned back on the bed, letting out a small cry. "Ugh," she said as the pain washed over her. "We are never having sex ever again!" she yelled, "Ever!"

Harry laughed. "Whatever you say, love."

"And we're not having any more children!"

"That would require sex, Ginny."

"This is not the time to make me feel stu- OW!"

Harry rubbed Ginny's back. "I'm sorry," he said. "You're doing great."

The Healer re-entered then, carrying a plastic cup filled with a pale pink liquid. "Here you go," he said as he passed it to her. "Drink this, it will ease the pain."

"Thank you," Ginny said, reaching over to take the cup. She took a long, drawn out sip, gratefully drinking nearly half the potion in one chug. It tasted sweet, like strawberry saltwater taffy. It reminded her instantly of the taste she'd experienced when she had drunk the Fruitility potion so many months back. When she'd first learned she was pregnant. And now, here they were.

She felt the effects of the potion immediately. The pain in her body seemed to slip away. She sighed in relief. It wasn't as though she couldn't feel the pain anymore it was just much less intense. "Feeling better?" The Healer asked.

"Much better," Ginny said.

"Well enjoy it while it lasts," he said. "Because it will fade when you're ready to deliver."

"Well for now it's great," she said.

Ron timidly appeared at the door then. "Is it safe to come in?" he asked, his hands over his eyes.

Ginny laughed. "It's fine Ron."

Ron pulled his hands down and entered the room. He observed that Ginny had changed into blue hospital robes, and was now sitting rather peacefully on her hospital bed. "How're you holding up?" he asked.

"I'm fine," she said. "I'm excited more than anything."

Ron looked at her confusedly, then to Harry for an explanation. "Pain soothing draught," Harry told him.

"Oh, that makes sense," Ron said. "Well, that's good... I think..." He looked at the Healer. "That's good, right?"

Healer Merville laughed lightly. "It's a good thing, yes. She's not in too much pain for the time being. But the effects will wear off when she's ready to deliver."

"Just out of curiosity, why can't we eliminate her pain completely?" Harry asked.

"That's actually a rather common question," the Healer said. "Mr Potter, labour pain is one of the most unbearable pains known to humans- Muggle and wizard alike. The only thing worse is delivery pain, which, apparently, is a close comparison pain-wise to that of the Cruciatus curse." Ginny flinched at these words. The Healer went on. "In order to numb that sort of pain completely we'd have to use a potion that would be much too strong to be safe for a pregnant woman to drink. It could hurt the infant. So we do the best we can."

"Well that was horrifyingly enlightening," Ginny said.

"Sorry," Harry said again.

"I forgive you," Ginny said as she looked over to see Hermione stepping into the room as well. She smiled at her. "Hi Hermione,"

"You're mother just sent me," she said. "She wanted me to let you know that she's sent a Patronus to alert the family. Oh, and you're dad just got here."

"Thanks," Ginny said, leaning back against her stack of pillows.

Hermione nodded. "It's no problem." She turned to Ron. "Ron, your mum and dad wish to see you."

"Alright," he said. "I'll see you later, Gin and Harry," he called as he left the room.

"Well," Healer Merville said, looking from Ginny to the clipboard which levitated in front of him, an enchanted quill scribbling notes upon it every few seconds. "I'll be back in half an hour or so to check on your progress. For now just try to stay comfortable, and think about your baby."

Once Harry and Ginny were alone, Ginny felt an odd sensation of bliss mixed with terror. She was petrified of the delivery, but at the same time so happy that this would all be over soon.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Harry asked, taking Ginny's hand in his own.

"No," Ginny said, wincing slightly at the still somewhat existent pain caused by another contraction. "Just stay with me."

Harry smiled at his wife and tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear, rubbing her oversized belly with his free hand. "Of course," he said. "I'll always stay with you. Both of you."

"Forever?" Ginny asked, feeling rather sentimental today. She figured it was the fault of her crazed emotions.

Harry planted a kiss on her forehead and smoothed her hair back. "Forever, love. Forever."