Chapter 3: Babies, Babies and more Babies!
April 26
Ron paced the waiting room, Harry and Hermione watching him. "Ron, she's fine. Sit down." Hermione told him. "But...." "I wouldn't make her mad if I were you." Harry told him. "But....." "Sit down. "A final tone in Hermione's voice told him not to argue. So he sat.
But in a few minutes he was up again. "Ron....." "All right, all right. I'll sit." Just as he was sitting down again, a nurse came through the door. "Mr. Weasley?" Ron sprang up again. "Yes?" His voice was full of emotion. "Your wife would like to see you now. "Ron sprinted down the hallway, while Harry and Hermione followed slowly.
Ron burst into the room. He stopped quickly, seeing Rebecca holding a bundle of blue blankets. He was speechless. His wife looked up and saw him standing in front of her. She smiled. It was rare for him to be speechless. He overcame it quickly though. "Can I hold him?" Rebecca nodded as Ron walked over to her bedside.
"William, meet your dad." Rebecca said as she handed Ron his son. Ron looked down into his son's blue eyes. He could see under the blanket the William already had red hair.
July 31, 2000
"Ron. Enough!" Rebecca Weasley yelled at her husband. Ron grinned mischievously as he pointed his wand at the wallpaper in the bathroom. On it were hundreds of spears and African masks. Rebecca scowled. "There will be no weapons of war decorating our bathroom. We've been over this."
"C'mon, Becca." Ron said. "Those pastels were getting annoying. And now you want...seagulls? And starfish? C'mon...I love you, but not THAT much."
"Yeah, right." Rebecca said, aiming her own wand at the wallpaper once again. Once again, there were seagulls and starfish decorating the walls. Rebecca was about to shout at her husband when Little William's loud cry shook the walls. She sighed...she had gotten very little sleep recently. William was about three months old now, and she and Ron had both lost a lot of sleep recently. Perhaps, in the end, that was what this argument was about...lack of sleep. It was stupid, they both knew, arguing over seagulls.
"I'll go." Ron said as his clearly exhausted wife moved to go check on the baby. "Finish up with your sea creatures." He knew he had lost yet another argument. He strode down the hall into William's room, and peered down into the crib. The brown eyed, red haired baby giggled when he saw his father lean over the crib. The baby giggled and pointed at the wall...Ron turned to see a snowy white owl sitting on the back of a rocking chair. "Hedwig." Ron's heart skipped a beat. There was only one reason Harry's owl would be at the Weasley residence, and...
"SEVEN POUNDS SIX OUNCES! BABY BOY! WHOOOOOOO!!!" Rebecca almost fell over when she heard Ron yell this from Williams' room. Ron came running down the hall.
"Harry...Hermione...baby." Ron gasped. Rebecca's mouth fell open.
"Oh my GOD!" she cried, her voice going high pitched. She and Ron hugged and laughed. "Name?" Ron fell serious suddenly. His eyes were suddenly wet with tears.
"Neville James Potter." Ron said, wiping a tear from his cheek.
Sirius Black sat down heavily beside Remus Lupin, who had come visiting after receiving a very enlightening owl post from Harry. Sirius and Lupin sat there feeling rather numb...Harry Potter was a father. Both men had never thought they'd live to see the day that their buddy James was a grandfather...it was strange, but this new baby of Harry's gave them both a weird sense of closure. Lupin and Sirius sat there, not really knowing what to say to each other as they did. Sirius sniffled suddenly, and Lupin burst into tears.
"Ah, now, Moony...don't cry." Sirius said, patting his friend on the back. "It's okay."
"Harry...has a son." Lupin said through sobs. "I can't...believe..."
"Oh, come on, now...you'll get me started." Sirius said. He could feel himself beginning to get choked up as well. He sniffled.
"Born on the thirty-first. Just like his mum and dad." Lupin said.
"No one ever said the Potters would be normal." Sirius said. He stood, and crossed over to the fridge. "Pie?" he asked Lupin. Lupin scowled.
One Week Later
Hermione stood there, glancing down at her baby son as he lay sleeping in his crib. She never thought she'd feel like this in her life...maternal love was a strong feeling, a new and powerful one that would take getting used to. She couldn't take her eyes off of the boy...he was so small, so beautiful, with his father's dark, messy hair already apparent. Hermione didn't doubt that he'd have the same bright green eyes as well. Little Neville's breathing was steady and shallow, his little stomach puffing in and out as he slept.
Hermione felt Harry walk up behind her, and wrap his arms around her protectively. She sighed, and closed her eyes. Harry would be starting his new job at Hogwarts in a few months.
"He's perfect, isn't he." Harry said, smiling. He had never been so proud of anything in his life. His son was absolutely wonderful, beautiful and innocent in every way. Harry had never felt such duty and responsibility to anyone in his life. He was a father: it was his job now to do all of the things his own father never got to.
"He's beautiful." Hermione agreed. Their son coughed a bit in his sleep, and both choked back a giggle. "He's got your hair."
"Lucky him." Harry muttered. "Which house you think he'll be in?" Harry asked her.
"Harry..." Hermione said. "He's a week old. Don't rush the kid."
"He'll make a fine Seeker." Harry said decisively. Hermione laughed softly, and kissed her husband's cheek.
"What if he's not a wizard?" Hermione asked. "How crushed would you be?"
"Mione...I think you've had too much herbal medicine for one day, dear. Perhaps you should go lay down." Harry said.
"But..." Hermione protested. She didn't want to leave her son yet.
"Go...to...bed. You deserve rest. I'll stay up for a while." Harry said. It wasn't too much longer that Hermione went to bed. Harry sighed...Neville was beginning to wake up. He didn't sleep much during the night, Harry discovered quite quickly...which was something they had in common from the very first day of knowing each other. Neville started to cry a bit, and Harry lifted him out of the crib. The baby giggled as Harry settled down into a chair with him. "You've got a lot to learn, kid." Harry said. "About everything. It's going to be a lot to learn, about who you are, where you come from. But I'm here for you." Harry said. The baby balled one of his tiny fists up into a ball, and Harry jumped slightly as there was a shattering sound from across the room...a lamp had just busted. "That's a good boy! Already proving your mum wrong!" Harry Potter had never known anything this wonderful in his life...
...it looked like there would be another wizard in the family after all.
September 20, 2000
Minerva Lupin entered the Great Hall and sat at her place at the table. The owls would be coming in soon she knew and they were normally a cause of excitement and joy...for the students. She rarely got any mail at breakfast, save her Daily Prophet. The sound of owl filled the air. Her newspaper dropped on the table beside of her...along with an envelope. The headmistress opened the envelope, expecting maybe an invitation to a wedding or something of the sort. But it wasn't. A letter, along with a picture fell out. She read.
Mum,
I know it's been a while since we've seen each other, almost a month. Sorry about that. I been busy with work and getting the house ready for the reason of this letter...your granddaughter. She was born yesterday morning. Alicia's doing great. We named our daughter Meleah Anastasia. Meleah weighed almost 8 pounds and has a head full of dark brown hair and the bluest eyes I've ever saw...she's beautiful, no matter what anyone else says.I can't wait for you to see her, I know you'll love her almost as much as Alicia and I do.
Chase
April 26
Ron paced the waiting room, Harry and Hermione watching him. "Ron, she's fine. Sit down." Hermione told him. "But...." "I wouldn't make her mad if I were you." Harry told him. "But....." "Sit down. "A final tone in Hermione's voice told him not to argue. So he sat.
But in a few minutes he was up again. "Ron....." "All right, all right. I'll sit." Just as he was sitting down again, a nurse came through the door. "Mr. Weasley?" Ron sprang up again. "Yes?" His voice was full of emotion. "Your wife would like to see you now. "Ron sprinted down the hallway, while Harry and Hermione followed slowly.
Ron burst into the room. He stopped quickly, seeing Rebecca holding a bundle of blue blankets. He was speechless. His wife looked up and saw him standing in front of her. She smiled. It was rare for him to be speechless. He overcame it quickly though. "Can I hold him?" Rebecca nodded as Ron walked over to her bedside.
"William, meet your dad." Rebecca said as she handed Ron his son. Ron looked down into his son's blue eyes. He could see under the blanket the William already had red hair.
July 31, 2000
"Ron. Enough!" Rebecca Weasley yelled at her husband. Ron grinned mischievously as he pointed his wand at the wallpaper in the bathroom. On it were hundreds of spears and African masks. Rebecca scowled. "There will be no weapons of war decorating our bathroom. We've been over this."
"C'mon, Becca." Ron said. "Those pastels were getting annoying. And now you want...seagulls? And starfish? C'mon...I love you, but not THAT much."
"Yeah, right." Rebecca said, aiming her own wand at the wallpaper once again. Once again, there were seagulls and starfish decorating the walls. Rebecca was about to shout at her husband when Little William's loud cry shook the walls. She sighed...she had gotten very little sleep recently. William was about three months old now, and she and Ron had both lost a lot of sleep recently. Perhaps, in the end, that was what this argument was about...lack of sleep. It was stupid, they both knew, arguing over seagulls.
"I'll go." Ron said as his clearly exhausted wife moved to go check on the baby. "Finish up with your sea creatures." He knew he had lost yet another argument. He strode down the hall into William's room, and peered down into the crib. The brown eyed, red haired baby giggled when he saw his father lean over the crib. The baby giggled and pointed at the wall...Ron turned to see a snowy white owl sitting on the back of a rocking chair. "Hedwig." Ron's heart skipped a beat. There was only one reason Harry's owl would be at the Weasley residence, and...
"SEVEN POUNDS SIX OUNCES! BABY BOY! WHOOOOOOO!!!" Rebecca almost fell over when she heard Ron yell this from Williams' room. Ron came running down the hall.
"Harry...Hermione...baby." Ron gasped. Rebecca's mouth fell open.
"Oh my GOD!" she cried, her voice going high pitched. She and Ron hugged and laughed. "Name?" Ron fell serious suddenly. His eyes were suddenly wet with tears.
"Neville James Potter." Ron said, wiping a tear from his cheek.
Sirius Black sat down heavily beside Remus Lupin, who had come visiting after receiving a very enlightening owl post from Harry. Sirius and Lupin sat there feeling rather numb...Harry Potter was a father. Both men had never thought they'd live to see the day that their buddy James was a grandfather...it was strange, but this new baby of Harry's gave them both a weird sense of closure. Lupin and Sirius sat there, not really knowing what to say to each other as they did. Sirius sniffled suddenly, and Lupin burst into tears.
"Ah, now, Moony...don't cry." Sirius said, patting his friend on the back. "It's okay."
"Harry...has a son." Lupin said through sobs. "I can't...believe..."
"Oh, come on, now...you'll get me started." Sirius said. He could feel himself beginning to get choked up as well. He sniffled.
"Born on the thirty-first. Just like his mum and dad." Lupin said.
"No one ever said the Potters would be normal." Sirius said. He stood, and crossed over to the fridge. "Pie?" he asked Lupin. Lupin scowled.
One Week Later
Hermione stood there, glancing down at her baby son as he lay sleeping in his crib. She never thought she'd feel like this in her life...maternal love was a strong feeling, a new and powerful one that would take getting used to. She couldn't take her eyes off of the boy...he was so small, so beautiful, with his father's dark, messy hair already apparent. Hermione didn't doubt that he'd have the same bright green eyes as well. Little Neville's breathing was steady and shallow, his little stomach puffing in and out as he slept.
Hermione felt Harry walk up behind her, and wrap his arms around her protectively. She sighed, and closed her eyes. Harry would be starting his new job at Hogwarts in a few months.
"He's perfect, isn't he." Harry said, smiling. He had never been so proud of anything in his life. His son was absolutely wonderful, beautiful and innocent in every way. Harry had never felt such duty and responsibility to anyone in his life. He was a father: it was his job now to do all of the things his own father never got to.
"He's beautiful." Hermione agreed. Their son coughed a bit in his sleep, and both choked back a giggle. "He's got your hair."
"Lucky him." Harry muttered. "Which house you think he'll be in?" Harry asked her.
"Harry..." Hermione said. "He's a week old. Don't rush the kid."
"He'll make a fine Seeker." Harry said decisively. Hermione laughed softly, and kissed her husband's cheek.
"What if he's not a wizard?" Hermione asked. "How crushed would you be?"
"Mione...I think you've had too much herbal medicine for one day, dear. Perhaps you should go lay down." Harry said.
"But..." Hermione protested. She didn't want to leave her son yet.
"Go...to...bed. You deserve rest. I'll stay up for a while." Harry said. It wasn't too much longer that Hermione went to bed. Harry sighed...Neville was beginning to wake up. He didn't sleep much during the night, Harry discovered quite quickly...which was something they had in common from the very first day of knowing each other. Neville started to cry a bit, and Harry lifted him out of the crib. The baby giggled as Harry settled down into a chair with him. "You've got a lot to learn, kid." Harry said. "About everything. It's going to be a lot to learn, about who you are, where you come from. But I'm here for you." Harry said. The baby balled one of his tiny fists up into a ball, and Harry jumped slightly as there was a shattering sound from across the room...a lamp had just busted. "That's a good boy! Already proving your mum wrong!" Harry Potter had never known anything this wonderful in his life...
...it looked like there would be another wizard in the family after all.
September 20, 2000
Minerva Lupin entered the Great Hall and sat at her place at the table. The owls would be coming in soon she knew and they were normally a cause of excitement and joy...for the students. She rarely got any mail at breakfast, save her Daily Prophet. The sound of owl filled the air. Her newspaper dropped on the table beside of her...along with an envelope. The headmistress opened the envelope, expecting maybe an invitation to a wedding or something of the sort. But it wasn't. A letter, along with a picture fell out. She read.
Mum,
I know it's been a while since we've seen each other, almost a month. Sorry about that. I been busy with work and getting the house ready for the reason of this letter...your granddaughter. She was born yesterday morning. Alicia's doing great. We named our daughter Meleah Anastasia. Meleah weighed almost 8 pounds and has a head full of dark brown hair and the bluest eyes I've ever saw...she's beautiful, no matter what anyone else says.I can't wait for you to see her, I know you'll love her almost as much as Alicia and I do.
Chase