Tears of Blood
"Hurry Harry," An older Ronald Weasley said dragging a clueless Harry Potter behind him. "Hermione is going into labor."
"You dragged me out of bed an dragged me the whole way to St. Mungos and only now decide to tell me this?"
"Yes. If I were to tell you on the way here you would only slow us down," Was all Harry got back.
"Oh," Was his reply.
*Break*
Ron was frantic. He couldn't wait in the tiny waiting room any longer. He jumped out of his seat. Started to make his way to the room in which Hermione and his new son or daughter were being cared for, only to be stopped by an annoyed Harry grabbing his wrist.
"Be patient," He soothed "She will be fine."
"I know. I'm just really nervous this being our firs kid and all."
"You will be a great dad. You managed to go through your sister's birth five times. You watch them every time and her new boyfriends get drunk. This should be a piece of cake."
"Yeah I guess you are right."
When am I not? The boy thought, but didn't say.
*Break*
They ended up waiting another hour and a half to see the new addition to the Weasley family. It was a girl who will become Lucy Lynn Weasley. She was 7 pounds 3 ounces and roughly 10 inches long. Ron was the first one to hold baby Lucy.
"Harry you take her. I'm scared to drop her."
He shoved the newborn into his best friend's arms and nearly dropped her in the process. Harry took the now squirming child with great care. And while listening to her now fighting parents noticed her eyes were turning a deep shade of red.
"That's unusual."
As he said that a gust of wind came out of nowhere and knocked off his glasses. Ron and Hermione noticed what was happening, and Hermione immediately pressed the button informing the doctor she needed help.
"Hey Ron, would you mind grabbing my glasses off the floor?"
As he got his glasses on his face, the mediwizard came in and was asking what was wrong. As Harry explained the events, the mediwizard was looking over the small child.
"Has there by any chance ever been a Veela in your family?"
"No." all three of them said in unison.
"I have reason to believe that this child is." He said with great concern "She is showing three of the four signs that indicate veela."
"And those are?" Harry said.
"Red eyes, ability to use magic at a very young stage, and her ability to stare into eyes for an immense amount of time before looking away."
"Is there any cha-chance thi-this is just a coincidence?" Ron said obviously freaked out.
"I'm afraid not." The man said "I'm just afraid of how this is possible, of her being a velea, and how she came into it at such a young age."
"Why is it always me?" Ron said aloud, while the others in the room just laughed at him.