The Boy Who Lived Is Born.
"For crying out loud James!" snapped Sirius Black from his chair. James Potter had been pacing back and forth across the St Mungo's waiting room for at least three minutes non- stop. It was enough to drive anyone mad, especially someone as impatient as Sirius.
"Sorry." Muttered James, continuing to pace. Sirius shot an exasperated look at Remus across the room, but the demure werewolf just smiled slightly.
"Do you ignore everything I say as a rule?" said Sirius irritably. Remus cut in quickly.
"James, sit down, you're not helping Lily by making Sirius fell dizzy." He said. James snorted and flung himself into a chair.
"You thought about names yet James?" said Remus.
He shrugged. "Sort of… if it's a boy I wanna name it after my dad."
"Harry…yeah, that's cool."
"Yeah I thought so too…Lily's not so keen on it though… I'm gonna try and persuade her."
"What about if it's a girl?" said Sirius.
James shrugged. "No idea mate. I'm gonna leave it to Lily if it's a girl, I don't have a clue."
"Dolores." Said Peter from the corner. Sirius snorted.
"No way! Peter that sucks!"
Peter seemed to sink into his chair even further.
"Why are they taking so long?" James exploded. "It never takes this long! We've been waiting for ages. Do you think she's ok?"
"Im sure it's fine." Said Remus. "You know sometimes the anti- pain charm takes a while to set in, and they wont want to do anything until then James. We're not muggles."
"Yeah, ok." Muttered James distractedly, staring at the delivery room door. He began wringing his hands and rubbing his wedding room. Sirius glanced over, but couldn't even be bothered to tell him to stop. Instead he barked to the only other occupied chair in the room.
"Wormtail! You going to get some coffee?"
The short, fat, and pasty man practically leapt out of his seat as Sirius addressed him, and nodded.
"Yeah…Yeah, yeah, I am…. d- do you want one Padfoot?"
"Well if you're going anyway." Said Sirius. Ignoring Remus rolling his eyes. "Yeah, and get Prongs something too. Moony?"
"No thanks."
Peter nodded quickly and scurried out of the room without a word.
"Padfoot, it's not fair to keep doing that," said Remus quietly.
"Doing what?"
"Treating him like a slave."
"Oh come on guys! He enjoys it!" said Sirius, striking an arrogant pose in his seat. "It makes his day, doing our bidding."
"Shut up Padfoot." Said James quietly. "One of these days he's gonna turn around an-"
A short portly nurse with her mousy hair scraped back into a tight bun cut James' sentence short as she burst through the delivery doors beaming.
"Mr Potter sir! Mr Potter!"
"What! What?" said James, leaping up, practically shouting.
"You have a baby boy!" she replied smiling from ear to ear.
The roars that emitted from the waiting room were probably heard throughout the hospital as the three grown men leapt up and flung themselves into a many armed and very jumpy group hug, yelling delightedly.
"A MINI PRONGS! A MINI PRONGS!" yelled Sirius continuously over James and Remus' jubilant yells.
"Can I go see her? Them!" yelled James to the nurse. She nodded, laughing, and he disentangled himself from the other two practically flying into the delivery room.
Remus and Sirius grinned stupidly at each other, while a certain small balding man stood out of view by the doorway, holding a tray of cups, and scowling to himself…