Chapter 20

The Burrow and the Bundle

(July 5)

            Harry was sprawled out on the Weasleys front lawn. He was looking up at the bright blue sky, his arms behind his head. I sat next to him, my legs folded underneath me. I had both of my hands resting on my knees, my engagement ring twinkling in the sun light.

"Harry…" I said in a sing song voice. "What are you thinking of?" I looked down into his face, he a lopsided smile playing on his mouth.

"Our wedding day, it's in December. Do you think we should start preparing?" He stood up and reached a hand down to help me up. I just smiled at it.

"Let's start preparing next week." I took his hand and stood, dusting grass off my butt. We went inside the house.

Lavender came from out of the kitchen holding a bag of chips in front of her. Her stomach was humongous.  She was ready to burst.

"Hey guys, Mrs. Weasley took Ginny and Colin to Diagon Alley to buy something; she said she'll be back soon." Lavender walked past us into the Living room where Ron sat on the couch reading.

Colin was staying here for the summer with Ginny, they had grown extremely close and Mrs. Weasley loves Colin's pictures. Lavender and Ron got a three bedroom apartment in London but was staying at the Burrow for summer. And Harry and I were visiting.

We followed Lavender and sat down on the armchair opposite of Ron. Ron glared at Harry.

"Ron, please tell me you're not still upset at Harry over that stupid Quidditch game! So what if he guessed right! The Cannons had no point in trying to win against England!"

 I picked up a magazine of the Cannons throwing their brooms to the ground in frustration. The headline read- 'Cannons, Up, up and away (up your ass)!' It was stupid; I didn't want to read another stupid magazine today, so I tossed it back onto the rack.

"I'm not upset…just…pissed off, I lost 5 galleons to him!" Ron said glaring at Harry.

"Do you want it back?" Harry said reaching into his pants pocket.

"No…a bet is a bet" Ron said waving his hand at Harry. Harry started to laugh.

"What ever you say."

Lavender shifted uncomfortable on the couch next to Ron.

"Are you okay Lavender?" I asked.

"Yeah, can you excuse me please? Bathroom break." She stood up with difficulty, Ron tried to help her stand but she whisked him away.

"Isn't she getting big?" Ron asked smiling proudly when she left.

I laughed. "Yeah, she is…where is she going to have the baby?" 

"Probably here, with the Medi witch here of course." He picked up one of Lavenders baby books and flipped through it.

"Her delivery day is not too far away is it?" Harry asked.

"Nope."

"That's good."

"Hey, Ron, where did your mom…" I began, and I would have finished if a loud shriek hadn't stopped me.

Ron jumped up and ran towards the shriek, Harry and I at his heels. Lavender stood in front of the bathroom, a puddle of water- or something running down her legs to her feet. Ron pointed to the puddle.

"I've heard of this- your bag, broke your water bag. Lavender, how do you feel? Should you lie down or something?" Ron moved around her puddle to help her move, but Lavender was now bent slightly forward.

"Oooo…the pain, I'm in pain, Ron, I think I'm having contractions?" Lavender looked confused.

"Maybe we should get some towels! And put an old blanket on the ground in the Living room so Lavender can lie down at." I suggested, recalling stuff I've read out of a book. Ron nodded his head.

"Yeah, that's a good idea, Harry go get blankets and towels please." Harry dashed from behind me. Ron was helping Lavender move around. She had both of her hands on the side of her belly.

When the blanket was laid out and pillows around her Lavender laid on the blanket her head resting on the pillows. Ron was flipping through baby books and Harry went to find Mrs. Weasley via Floo Powder.

"RON!" Mrs. Weasley yelled from the kitchen, Harry found her. She came into the Living room and put down her hand bag.

"How long has she been like this?" she asked conjuring blankets, a bowl of steaming water and stuff to clean the baby with.

"About half an hour, is that bad?" Ron asked. Mrs. Weasley ignored him and helped lavender into a sitting position.

"Draw your knees up…" Mrs. Weasley was saying to Lavender. Lavender had to pull her skirt off, so now she had a blanket lying across her lap. Mrs. Weasley sent Ron to call for the Medi witch, but Lavender pulled him down next to her.

"No…No, don't leave me…" Lavender held Ron's hand to her chest.

"I won't." he sat beside her.

"Hermione dear can you call the Medi Witch?" Mrs. Weasley turned her head to look at me.

"Yeah, no problem." I got up from the floor next to her and went to the kitchen to use the fireplace, Harry, Ginny, and Colin sat at the table talking.

"Hey, how is she in there?" Harry asked he handed me a jar with white powder in it.

"She's okay; the contractions are giving her hell though." I opened the jar, took a handful of it and threw it into the fire.

 "MADAM POMFREY!" I yelled into the fire. Within minutes her head popped out of the fire.

"Is it time? Is she having her baby?" Madam Pomfrey didn't wait for an answer; her head was gone from the fire. I heard a pop from behind me, Madam Pomfrey stood in the crammed kitchen.

"Where is she?"

"In the Living room."

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"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhaaaaaa" I threw my head back in pain.

"PUSH LAVENDER! PUSH!" someone yelled, I think it was Molly.

"I…CAN'T!!!!" I growled between gritted teeth.

"Yes you CAN, C'mon, PUSH!"

I had to concentrate on something, and then it came to me, Ron's hand, I was squeezing the hell out of it. He was behind me, supporting my back; I was between his long legs and couldn't help but grab his knees when I pushed. I screamed, wanting all of this to be over. I screamed again, and this time with anger, praying that Malfoy dies and go to hell. I heard crying.

I panted, I was shaking, and I felt cold. My baby was in front of me, I looked at it.

"It's a girl, congrats."

My baby had red hair, just like Ron's and brown eyes, just like mine. I began to cry; Madam Pomfrey had wrapped her and was laying her on top of me. Ron was crying also.

"I have a daughter…My baby girl…" he wrapped his arms around me, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"What are you going to name her?" Madam Pomfrey asked.

I looked down at my precious child.

"Baby, I will name you…Faith."

Faith Roxanna Weasley

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Miles and miles away from the Burrow is a dark, sinister looking Manor. Anyone who approaches it will either be cursed for life or thrown 800 miles away from the Manor.

Inside, on the second floor sat Draco Malfoy looking at blue prints of his Fathers new torture chamber.

 I would be going back to school in September. But now, I must set things right before I go back to cause more pain and chaos.

A little chat with the future Mrs. Potter.

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HEY!!!!!

I got shit loads of homework, my ASS IS SCREAMING!!!!! Lol, just playing. But I DO gots me some homework…hmmm….WHAT TO DO!!!!!?????? What ever…..Well, I hope u liked chappie 20. The next one IS the last one. Then comes the sequel. Oooo….PLEZ R&R.

Wish me luck on my Spanish test.

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-PATTY