ChapterTwelve
(It's April in the story, now, last chapter was late March, now it's April)
"Hoot" Flap "Hoot" flap "Squak" flap-splat "Hoot"
"What tha!" Harry woke up with an owl hovering overhim, with a note tied to it's leg. "Sorry," and he took the note, and the Owl flew off.
Harry, Hermione,
Luna's having the baby! Come quick. St. Mungo's, Room 218.
-Ron.
"HERMIONE!" Harry yelled as he raced out of his room to pound on her door.
Hermione's wondering, 'What the heck, he hasn't talked to me much in a week, but I haven't tried to talk to him either, o, why in the world is he screaming like a madman?'
"WHAT DO YOU WANT HARRY?" She yelled back as he came barreling into her bedroom.
"Luna, Ron, baby, St. Mungo's," he said breathlessly as he thrust the note at her.
"Luna's having the baby at St. Mungo's, now!" then she started to laugh.
"What! What! Why are you laughing? Our best friend's wife is having a baby, why is that so funny?" Harry asked.
"It's not, Harry, but you are," and she continued to laugh hysterically.
"WHAT! WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING AT ME?"
"Sa... Sorry, Har. 'Arry, but Harry, you've got Owl dung in your hair," and she contiuned to laugh and point him to her mirror.
He looked at himself in the mirror, and started to crack up himself, He Had Spots of Owl crap all over his head, and he to split his sides in laughter.
"Guess I should clean up before we go, huh?"
"Yeah, but wait a moment," and she pulled out a camera and snapped some pictures of Harry Potter, standing in his pajamas in her room, with Owl crap all over in his hair.
"Now, please, please, do not, and I repeat, do not, send that to the Daily Prophet."
"Can I use it as a Christmas Card?"
"How would that work?"
"I don't know, but it'd sure be funny."
"WOW."
"What?"
"Nothing, absolutely, positively, nothing."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm positively positive."
"Hee hee."
"What?"
"Nothing Haaarrrrrrryyyyyyy."
"What was the point of that?"
"I don't know. What was it?" He just smiled at her.
Hey that was the most banter, conversation, jokes, anything, they'd gotten out of the other since they ran into Cho and Viktor, though the other doesn't know, who they ran into or what there collisions made them think about, or what RON made them think about, hmm, what are they thinking about? That's what there wondering, what's up with the other won, it's been an unusually quiet week in the Potter-Granger or Granger-Potter Household.
"Shall we go about getting dressed, so we can get to the hospital, someday, Harry covered in Owl poop?"
"Yes, we shall Hermione in pajamas."
"Alright then, see you in ten minutes or so?"
"Yes, till then, Ms. Granger."
"For sure, Mr. Potter."
Much more then ten minutes later, Harry was sitting, waiting for Hermione. He'd been the lucky one to get the shower first. Hey he had been the one covered in Owl poop.
"Come on Hermione! We gotta get there, don't we?" He complained.
"Yeah," she yelled from her room, "But visitor's aren't allowed in till six-thirty."
"Shall we walk then?"
"That sounds good." Hermione replied as she entered their living room.
"Then Let's go," Harry bugged.
"Harry, don't forget your shoes."
"Oh, right, sorry."
A few hours and several wrong turns later, the duo finally reached St. Mungo's.
"Could we have Luna Weasley's room number, please?" Hermione asked the receptionist.
"Which ward?"
"Maternity."
"Take the lift to the Sixth Floor."
"Thank you, ma'am." The receptionist just went back to her copy of Witches' Weekly, featuring who else Harry Potter, on the cover, with the Headline, "Where has he disappeared to? Our predictions."
"I think I'll have to buy that one, Hermione."
"Why?"
"Have to find out what I've been up to." She just laughed along with him.
They reached the Sixth floor, and
"HARRY! HERMIONE! YOU'VE MADE IT! I SENT THAT OWL AGES AGO YOU KNOW!"
"SHH," hushed the receptionist.
"Sorry."
"Come on you've got to meet your goddaughter!"
"What Ron?" Harry asked.
"You and Hermione are her godparents!"
"Thanks Ron! Where's Luna, which room?" Hermione asked.
"Follow me! You get to meet my daughter!"
They entered a dimly lit room, with two present occupents, Luna and her new baby girl, with the Weasley hair!
"Hermione! Harry!"
"Congratulations Luna! You too Ron!" The duo chorused.
"So, what's her name?"
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Yeah, that's the problem, I'm not sure what to name her. Any suggestions, going for unusual, Luna is the mother. Thanks for the reviews!
-ears91
YIPPEE!!!!!!! THE RETURN OF THE KING WAS AWESOME! BEST MOVIE OF THE YEAR, If it doesn't win Best Picture, I think they deserve to be shot.
"Hoot" Flap "Hoot" flap "Squak" flap-splat "Hoot"
"What tha!" Harry woke up with an owl hovering overhim, with a note tied to it's leg. "Sorry," and he took the note, and the Owl flew off.
Harry, Hermione,
Luna's having the baby! Come quick. St. Mungo's, Room 218.
-Ron.
"HERMIONE!" Harry yelled as he raced out of his room to pound on her door.
Hermione's wondering, 'What the heck, he hasn't talked to me much in a week, but I haven't tried to talk to him either, o, why in the world is he screaming like a madman?'
"WHAT DO YOU WANT HARRY?" She yelled back as he came barreling into her bedroom.
"Luna, Ron, baby, St. Mungo's," he said breathlessly as he thrust the note at her.
"Luna's having the baby at St. Mungo's, now!" then she started to laugh.
"What! What! Why are you laughing? Our best friend's wife is having a baby, why is that so funny?" Harry asked.
"It's not, Harry, but you are," and she continued to laugh hysterically.
"WHAT! WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING AT ME?"
"Sa... Sorry, Har. 'Arry, but Harry, you've got Owl dung in your hair," and she contiuned to laugh and point him to her mirror.
He looked at himself in the mirror, and started to crack up himself, He Had Spots of Owl crap all over his head, and he to split his sides in laughter.
"Guess I should clean up before we go, huh?"
"Yeah, but wait a moment," and she pulled out a camera and snapped some pictures of Harry Potter, standing in his pajamas in her room, with Owl crap all over in his hair.
"Now, please, please, do not, and I repeat, do not, send that to the Daily Prophet."
"Can I use it as a Christmas Card?"
"How would that work?"
"I don't know, but it'd sure be funny."
"WOW."
"What?"
"Nothing, absolutely, positively, nothing."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm positively positive."
"Hee hee."
"What?"
"Nothing Haaarrrrrrryyyyyyy."
"What was the point of that?"
"I don't know. What was it?" He just smiled at her.
Hey that was the most banter, conversation, jokes, anything, they'd gotten out of the other since they ran into Cho and Viktor, though the other doesn't know, who they ran into or what there collisions made them think about, or what RON made them think about, hmm, what are they thinking about? That's what there wondering, what's up with the other won, it's been an unusually quiet week in the Potter-Granger or Granger-Potter Household.
"Shall we go about getting dressed, so we can get to the hospital, someday, Harry covered in Owl poop?"
"Yes, we shall Hermione in pajamas."
"Alright then, see you in ten minutes or so?"
"Yes, till then, Ms. Granger."
"For sure, Mr. Potter."
Much more then ten minutes later, Harry was sitting, waiting for Hermione. He'd been the lucky one to get the shower first. Hey he had been the one covered in Owl poop.
"Come on Hermione! We gotta get there, don't we?" He complained.
"Yeah," she yelled from her room, "But visitor's aren't allowed in till six-thirty."
"Shall we walk then?"
"That sounds good." Hermione replied as she entered their living room.
"Then Let's go," Harry bugged.
"Harry, don't forget your shoes."
"Oh, right, sorry."
A few hours and several wrong turns later, the duo finally reached St. Mungo's.
"Could we have Luna Weasley's room number, please?" Hermione asked the receptionist.
"Which ward?"
"Maternity."
"Take the lift to the Sixth Floor."
"Thank you, ma'am." The receptionist just went back to her copy of Witches' Weekly, featuring who else Harry Potter, on the cover, with the Headline, "Where has he disappeared to? Our predictions."
"I think I'll have to buy that one, Hermione."
"Why?"
"Have to find out what I've been up to." She just laughed along with him.
They reached the Sixth floor, and
"HARRY! HERMIONE! YOU'VE MADE IT! I SENT THAT OWL AGES AGO YOU KNOW!"
"SHH," hushed the receptionist.
"Sorry."
"Come on you've got to meet your goddaughter!"
"What Ron?" Harry asked.
"You and Hermione are her godparents!"
"Thanks Ron! Where's Luna, which room?" Hermione asked.
"Follow me! You get to meet my daughter!"
They entered a dimly lit room, with two present occupents, Luna and her new baby girl, with the Weasley hair!
"Hermione! Harry!"
"Congratulations Luna! You too Ron!" The duo chorused.
"So, what's her name?"
~~~~~~~~
Yeah, that's the problem, I'm not sure what to name her. Any suggestions, going for unusual, Luna is the mother. Thanks for the reviews!
-ears91
YIPPEE!!!!!!! THE RETURN OF THE KING WAS AWESOME! BEST MOVIE OF THE YEAR, If it doesn't win Best Picture, I think they deserve to be shot.
