A/N I Own Nothing
Ffn – OnceUponAPotter
January 15th, 2001
Harry was at his wits end.
There, he was admitting it, he was exhausted.
It was two in the morning, he and Ginny had been up with a screaming James since midnight, and Teddy was sure to have them up just as early the next morning as he usually did. There was no just feeding that one and putting him back to sleep. Not that that had worked with this one this time.
No, he had tried that, had tried nursing him, just to get a chest of snot and tears for his efforts.
Ginny had changed his diaper, they had taken turns rocking, bouncing, pacing, Ginny had even put the baby in his carseat and taken him for a drive.
Nothing.
Nothing worked.
"We even tried that already, Mum." Ginny was saying, and Harry glanced up from James to see her leaning on the doorframe to the nursery, phone held up to her ear. She whispered something else into the phone that Harry didn't catch, but thought he caught his name. He couldn't bring himself to care though.
Ginny came into the nursery, holding the phone out, "Mum wants to talk to you."
Harry sluggishly grabbed the phone from her, putting it up to his ear. "Yeah?"
"Harry." Came Molly's warm voice from the other side of the phone, Harry could hear her bustling around, thought what she was doing at two in the morning, he didn't know. "Ginny told me what's going on."
Harry hummed, he wasn't going to cry, no matter how frustrated, or how much he wanted to just join his son, he wasn't going to.
"Have you tried a different feeding position?" Molly asked.
"No," Harry sighed, "Not yet."
"Go ahead and try that." Molly encouraged, "Ginny always liked skin to skin when she at that age, maybe something like that would help."
Harry followed his mother-in-law's suggestion, unzipping James' sleeper before lifting his own shirt and settling the baby into a new position before attempting to feed him once again.
There was silence as the babe suckled.
Blissful silence, as he and Ginny stared at each other hardly daring to hope-
It only lasted a few mere seconds, before he was back at it.
"Here's what you're going to do now." Molly said, hearing the baby start crying again, "You're going to put him in his crib and walk away for a few minutes."
"But-" Harry started to protest.
"You're not abandoning him." Molly reassured, "You're putting him in his crib. Where he is safe. And walking away to collect yourself. Then you will wait, and I will be there in five minutes or so to take over, so you and Ginny can both get some sleep."
March 23rd, 2001
Audrey stared at the pregnancy test for several minutes now. No matter how hard she stared, it remained negative.
A wave of relief washed over her.
As much as she may not be… opposed to the idea of a child in the future, neither she nor Percy were ready for that. They weren't even married for God's sake! How would she have explained to her father that she wasn't exactly the innocent, pure little girl that he thought she was?
Sure, he knew that she was dating, he knew she lived with her boyfriend, he seemed fine with those developments (Unlike Molly Weasley when she had found out, ooh boy.), but Audrey was sure he didn't know just how far things had been taken. She didn't want to ruin the illusion of innocence for him just yet.
That was exactly what a baby would have done.
Audrey chuckled to herself, chucking the test into the garbage as she left the bathroom.
September 29th, 2001
Audrey woke up early that morning feeling like complete and utter garbage.
Glancing at the clock, she saw that it was six in the morning. Assuming it was the insistence of her bladder that had woken her, she rolled out of Percy's arms and stumbled her way to the bathroom.
She sat on the toilet half asleep, half of her wanting to get up and pass out in bed again, the other half too exhausted to want to get up to go back to bed.
She gasped, startling fully awake when a wave of pain came over her body.
The worst pain she had ever felt was when she had had appendicitis all those years ago. But now, this was worse, so much worse.
"…Percy?" She called from where she sat, once the pain eased, hoping for once, that her heavy sleeper of a boyfriend would wake up easily.
She listened, knowing there was a slim chance he had actually heard her, as their bedroom was across the hall.
"Percy." She called again, louder this time, doubling over her knees with a pained groan. She was dying. Surely that was the only explanation. She was in the bathroom dying while her boyfriend slept like the dead in the other room.
"Percy!"
"Audrey?" Percy asked, standing in the doorway to the bathroom, squinting at her having forgotten his glasses in his haste to get to her. "What's wrong?"
She didn't answer, instead just wrapping her arms around her middle and letting out a terrified sob.
"Hey." Percy murmured, and she glanced up to see him kneeling in front of her, his hands gripping her knees gently, he reached up and brushed her bangs out of her face, "Is this something we can fix at home, or is it a Saint Mungoes thing?"
She nodded frantically.
"Saint Mungoes?" he asked again for confirmation. She nodded once more. "Okay. Let's, uh- get you up then? Get you dressed." He told her, helping her stand and pulling her shorts back up around her hips for her as she balanced herself.
"Ready?" he asked, she nodded into his shoulder, and they apparated into Saint Mungoes emergency room.
From there, everything was even more of a whirlwind, before Audrey knew it, she was laying on a bed, being wheeled into an exam room.
"You're in labor." The healer attending to her stated, after a quick examination, "Active labor."
There was a quiet, "What?" from her boyfriend beside her.
Audrey's world seemed to freeze.
"But I'm not pregnant!" she exclaimed, staring at the healer as he bustled around the room, quickly getting everything and everyone into place, muttering about 'not having the time to call the OBGYN'. "We were careful. I took a test." She protested once again. "There's no way!"
"That's not what your body's telling me." The healer told her sympathetically, "You're going to need to push."
xXx
Molly Rose Weasley named after her paternal grandma, and her maternal great grandma, was born just minutes later. Tiny and eerily quiet for what felt like hours afterwards.
Then she gave a loud, piercing cry, and was whisked off to the NCIU.
"Wh- What's going on?" Audrey called, "Is t-"
"She's going to be just fine." The healer assured, "She was just born a little early, that's all."
October 31st, 2001
"Good morning birthday boy!" Harry said, picking up the babbling one year old from his crib.
He took him to the changing table, quickly changing him out of his pajamas.
"Are you hungry?" He asked, picking James back up from the changing table and bounding down the stairs. "Mama's downstairs making waffles. Do you want waffles?"
It was hard to believe that it had been an entire year already.
July 19th, 2003
George and Angelina's wedding had been a quiet, informal affair, just for their family, in the burrow's back yard.
The time between George proposing and the wedding had only been a mere two weeks. He wore just jeans and a t-shirt, while she was in a simple peach sundress.
Katie and Alicia standing as maid of honor and bridesmaid, while Lee stood as groomsman, leaving the best man's spot empty.
One-year-old Molly Rose being the flower girl with help from Audrey, two-year-old James as the chaotic ring bearer.
And after the ceremony, they brought out the picnic tables and served a dinner consisting of sandwiches, chips, watermelon, and cake.
The couple would never live down getting pregnant while on their honey moon.
(As if by agreement, nobody told Muriel that Angelina was already pregnant at their wedding, and had, indeed found out roughly two weeks before the wedding.)
April 2nd, 2004
Freddie Weasley came into the world screaming, via C-section, after a rough twenty plus hour, induced labor.
Already with bright red hair and light brown eyes.
A perfect mix of both his mother and father.
August 31st, 2004
When Fleur went into labor with their second child, the whole family, from Bill's and Fleur's sides had been present at Shell Cottage.
Gabrielle immediately started trying to escort Fleur toward the bedroom, assuming it would be a home birth as they did in France.
"No. No." Fleur rejected, her accent standing out more in her pain, "We are going to ze 'ospital."
"But," Gabrielle started.
"No but." Fleur interjected, "'Ou can meet ze babe at ze burrow in a couple days." She softened slightly, ""Ospital ez safe. Zey know 'ow to 'andle."
'Handle' being, they were trained to heal veelas.
Fleur was always going to go to Saint Mungoes to give birth. There were already so many variables with veela pregnancies and births (especially if the baby was a boy), but add in Bill's dormant werewolf blood, and she and Bill didn't want to risk it. Werewolves and veela weren't gene pools that usually… meshed well together, giving birth to a child who was both werewolf and veela could easily put the lives of both mother and child at risk.
That was not a possibility Bill and Fleur wanted to risk happening at home. Even with the risk being lower as Bill wasn't actually a werewolf, just permanently scarred by one and getting moody near the full moon. And Fleur only being half veela, instead of full. Just because the risks were lower, didn't mean they weren't there.
September 1st, 2004
Ginny stared in awe as she held her newest niece, Dominique.
Blonde hair tinted red, blue eyes, cute button nose. Wrapped in a soft purple blanket.
With the babies born recently, Ginny could almost feel it coming on.
The baby fever.
Teddy was six, James almost four. Teddy had been a great big brother at only two, and well, watching James with his cousins, she was sure he'd be a good one too.
She could almost see it. A little girl or boy, with her hair and Harry's eyes. Or even his hair, her eyes, she wasn't picky.
She tore her eyes from her niece, and found her husband's, and mouthed,
'I want another one.'