Disclaimer: Harry Potter is from the creative genius that is J.K. Rowling.
I am not her. This is merely a fan fiction to tide us over until Book 6.
A/N: Only two more chapters and it's over. I'll try to finish this next week. I'm going to be moving in June and don't know as of yet if I will have internet capabilities where I'm moving for a bit. Enjoy!
Harry had been gone for two months on assignment. He had missed the baby's first kick, and countless cravings. Ginny had missed him terribly, more than usual. In fact, it wasn't surprising when her family came to visit that she was in tears from missing Harry. Blaming it on the hormones, she tried to great them with a smile, but they knew better.
That is how she ended up at Ron and Hermione's house on Sunday afternoon following the family's weekly breakfast. Hermione was two weeks overdue now and very edgy. Ron was trying his best to both stay out of her way and be there for her. Currently he was out in the garden trying to pick some flowers that he thought might make her feel better.
Hermione and Ginny were in the living room, trying to get comfortable. Of course being more than 9 months and five months pregnant, respectively, that was easier said than done.
"I feel like an overgrown watermelon," complained Hermione as she tried to settle down on the couch and put her feet up. "And Ron is getting bloody annoying, more than usual. I get up to do anything — go to the loo, get some water, try to get more comfortable — and all I hear is 'Is it time? Where's the bag? Do you need some ice chips?' No what I need is for this baby to be out of me and for him to never do this to me again!"
"It could be worse," Ginny said now rubbing her swollen tummy as the baby kicked. "Harry is so certain the baby is a girl he's bought everything pink. Would you believe she already has a pink Nimbus toy? I swear he bought all the little pink and yellow dresses in all of Diagon Alley and beyond. He won't even discuss boy names. I don't know what we're going to do if this is a boy. He won't even address the possibility."
"I think Ron is still trying to find a way to put a permanent chastity charm on the baby," Hermione said trying to get comfortable. "I'm so uncomfortable right now that I'm nearly ready to agree with him that way she won't ever have to go through this. Two weeks over due! Two weeks!"
"Just think mum did this six times," Ginny said shuddering.
"Every single man in your family should have kissed the feet she walked on and begged her forgiveness for this," snapped Hermione. "I'm surprised she didn't castrate your father."
"I think she liked making babies too much," Ginny giggled.
Hermione and Ginny laughed a bit, before a shocked gasp erupted.
"That hurt you little bugger," snapped Hermoine to her stomach. "You don't have to kick that hard."
"Cursing at your child, tsk tsk," teased Ginny.
"I'm just slightly irritated. Ron hasn't come back in from the yard has he?"
"No. Do you need something?"
"I can get it I'm not an invalid," Hermione sighed as she rocked back and forth before finally getting up enough momentum to get off the couch.
Ginny gasp as she saw a large crimson stain on the back of Hermione's robes, as the older woman turned to go into the kitchen.
"Hermione, you're bleeding!" she exclaimed in shock.
"What?" Hermione said going pale as she turned toward her.
"You're bleeding," said Ginny standing up.
Hermione put her arm on the back of the couch to steady herself. "Ginny, go get Ron," she said in a scared voice.
Ginny nodded and raced as quick as she could to the garden. She only had to get as far as the kitchen as Ron was coming back in with a large bouquet of flowers. One look at his sister's face, his eyes shot toward Hermione who was visibly shaking.
"She's bleeding," Ginny said.
"Go get the bags," Ron ordered, dropping the flowers and going to his wife. "Met us at St. Mungo's."
Ron picked up a Polaroid camera on the table Fred and George had enchanted to send messages automatically to everyone in a howler-type voice. Hermione and he had already fixed the names of everyone they wanted to be there on it. "Baby!" Ron yelled before wrapping his arms around Hermione and taking her to the fireplace.
"St. Mungo's!" he yelled as he threw the floo powder down.
An hour later the entire Weasley family could be found in the waiting room of the maternity ward at St. Mungo's. The ward, itself had a silencing charm around it, but as the doors to the room opened, the charm broke a bit. Ginny was sitting by the doorway and as the healers and medi-witches rushed back and forth, she could hear what was going on in the room.
Ginny was never prouder of Ron. She could hear him being strong and comforting Hermione inside the room.
"Something's wrong," she heard her sister-in-law said in a frantic voice. "My water hasn't broke right has it? What's happening?"
"It will be all right Hermione," Ron said in a calming voice. "I'm not letting anything happen to either you or the baby. Everything will be just fine. The healer said sometimes this happens. Now I just want you to hold my hand and in a few minutes you're going to have to push."
"I can't."
"Hermione you can," Ron said sternly. "I'm right here."
Ginny sighed, she just wished Harry was there with her.
Harry Potter just finished debriefing from his latest assignment and wanted nothing more than to just go home and be with his wife. There was an ache in his chest as he thought about how much he'd probably missed with the pregnancy. He hadn't expected to be gone this long, but dark wizards really didn't keep a good schedule. At least now, he would be home for a few more weeks before taking off again.
He was about to apparate home when Kingsley popped his head into his office through the fireplace.
"Potter!" snapped Kingsley. "You need to go to St. Mungo's some odd Howler showed up just screaming baby."
Harry felt the color drain out of his face as he tore out of the office.
Harry flooed to St. Mungo's and raced up the stairway to the maternity ward. His heart was thumping in his chest. Surely, something couldn't be wrong with Ginny and the baby. It wasn't until he flung open the doors to the ward and saw his wife sitting with the rest of her family did he catch his breath.
He rushed over to her and hugged her. A second later the door at the other end of the room opened as Ron appeared holding a tinny pink bundle.
Tears of pride ran down his face as his voice cracked. "May I present Katharina Briseis Weasley!"
An hour later Ginny and Harry flooed home from St. Mungo's. They had talked with Ron and Hermione making sure they were both doing well. Hermione was exhausted, but happy, while Ron was just all smiles. He hardly let anyone hold the baby, afraid that his brothers would drop her.
As soon as Harry and Ginny cleared the fireplace at their home, Harry took off his robe and flung it on the chair in the kitchen.
"What a name for a baby," he said. "Wonder where it came from?"
"Would you believe Ron picked Katharina. I think it's the name of the woman in 'Taming of the Shrew.' Hermione picked the middle name."
"Oh," Harry said putting his arms around her. "You know we still haven't picked a name yet. What do you think about Lily Rose?"
"What is this with your family and flowers?" Ginny teased. "Maybe you should have married Pansy Parkinson and continued the tradition."
Harry scrunched up his face in disgust, "Don't even joke about that Gin."
"Lily is fine. IF it's a girl she can be named after her grandmothers, Lily Molly Potter," Ginny sighed. "We really need to talk about BOY names Harry."
"Why?" Harry shrugged. "Ron and Hermione had a girl so we'll probably have a girl."
"It doesn't work that way Harry or do you need me to explain it to you?" her voice taking a sharp edge.
"The man decides the sex of the baby right?"
"Right."
"So I say it's a girl, and any boy that wants to date her has to go through me first. Followed by Ron, Fred and George, Charlie and Bill."
"Hopeless," Ginny said to herself, before a thought crossed her mind. "Please tell me you don't have to leave on another long assignment anytime soon."
Harry looked at the unshed tears in her eyes and felt his heart fall to his feet. "Ginny, I don't get leave until you're at seven months. I've got two weeks and then I go back out for one last assignment."
A single tear rolled down her cheek as Harry felt his heartbreak. He pulled her into a hug, holding onto her as if she was disappear.
"It's just I've missed you and you've missed feeling the baby kick for the first time."
As if on cue the baby kicked, unfortunately it was a hard kick directed at Harry.
"Well I felt that one," he said putting his hand on Ginny's stomach.
"We just miss you," Ginny said softly.
"I know," he said rubbing her tummy. "I'll ask for my next few assignments to be in the country if possible so I won't be gone too much longer, okay."
Ginny smiled and gave him a kiss as the baby kicked hard against Harry's hand.
A/N: Only two more chapters and it's over. I'll try to finish this next week. I'm going to be moving in June and don't know as of yet if I will have internet capabilities where I'm moving for a bit. Enjoy!
Harry had been gone for two months on assignment. He had missed the baby's first kick, and countless cravings. Ginny had missed him terribly, more than usual. In fact, it wasn't surprising when her family came to visit that she was in tears from missing Harry. Blaming it on the hormones, she tried to great them with a smile, but they knew better.
That is how she ended up at Ron and Hermione's house on Sunday afternoon following the family's weekly breakfast. Hermione was two weeks overdue now and very edgy. Ron was trying his best to both stay out of her way and be there for her. Currently he was out in the garden trying to pick some flowers that he thought might make her feel better.
Hermione and Ginny were in the living room, trying to get comfortable. Of course being more than 9 months and five months pregnant, respectively, that was easier said than done.
"I feel like an overgrown watermelon," complained Hermione as she tried to settle down on the couch and put her feet up. "And Ron is getting bloody annoying, more than usual. I get up to do anything — go to the loo, get some water, try to get more comfortable — and all I hear is 'Is it time? Where's the bag? Do you need some ice chips?' No what I need is for this baby to be out of me and for him to never do this to me again!"
"It could be worse," Ginny said now rubbing her swollen tummy as the baby kicked. "Harry is so certain the baby is a girl he's bought everything pink. Would you believe she already has a pink Nimbus toy? I swear he bought all the little pink and yellow dresses in all of Diagon Alley and beyond. He won't even discuss boy names. I don't know what we're going to do if this is a boy. He won't even address the possibility."
"I think Ron is still trying to find a way to put a permanent chastity charm on the baby," Hermione said trying to get comfortable. "I'm so uncomfortable right now that I'm nearly ready to agree with him that way she won't ever have to go through this. Two weeks over due! Two weeks!"
"Just think mum did this six times," Ginny said shuddering.
"Every single man in your family should have kissed the feet she walked on and begged her forgiveness for this," snapped Hermione. "I'm surprised she didn't castrate your father."
"I think she liked making babies too much," Ginny giggled.
Hermione and Ginny laughed a bit, before a shocked gasp erupted.
"That hurt you little bugger," snapped Hermoine to her stomach. "You don't have to kick that hard."
"Cursing at your child, tsk tsk," teased Ginny.
"I'm just slightly irritated. Ron hasn't come back in from the yard has he?"
"No. Do you need something?"
"I can get it I'm not an invalid," Hermione sighed as she rocked back and forth before finally getting up enough momentum to get off the couch.
Ginny gasp as she saw a large crimson stain on the back of Hermione's robes, as the older woman turned to go into the kitchen.
"Hermione, you're bleeding!" she exclaimed in shock.
"What?" Hermione said going pale as she turned toward her.
"You're bleeding," said Ginny standing up.
Hermione put her arm on the back of the couch to steady herself. "Ginny, go get Ron," she said in a scared voice.
Ginny nodded and raced as quick as she could to the garden. She only had to get as far as the kitchen as Ron was coming back in with a large bouquet of flowers. One look at his sister's face, his eyes shot toward Hermione who was visibly shaking.
"She's bleeding," Ginny said.
"Go get the bags," Ron ordered, dropping the flowers and going to his wife. "Met us at St. Mungo's."
Ron picked up a Polaroid camera on the table Fred and George had enchanted to send messages automatically to everyone in a howler-type voice. Hermione and he had already fixed the names of everyone they wanted to be there on it. "Baby!" Ron yelled before wrapping his arms around Hermione and taking her to the fireplace.
"St. Mungo's!" he yelled as he threw the floo powder down.
An hour later the entire Weasley family could be found in the waiting room of the maternity ward at St. Mungo's. The ward, itself had a silencing charm around it, but as the doors to the room opened, the charm broke a bit. Ginny was sitting by the doorway and as the healers and medi-witches rushed back and forth, she could hear what was going on in the room.
Ginny was never prouder of Ron. She could hear him being strong and comforting Hermione inside the room.
"Something's wrong," she heard her sister-in-law said in a frantic voice. "My water hasn't broke right has it? What's happening?"
"It will be all right Hermione," Ron said in a calming voice. "I'm not letting anything happen to either you or the baby. Everything will be just fine. The healer said sometimes this happens. Now I just want you to hold my hand and in a few minutes you're going to have to push."
"I can't."
"Hermione you can," Ron said sternly. "I'm right here."
Ginny sighed, she just wished Harry was there with her.
Harry Potter just finished debriefing from his latest assignment and wanted nothing more than to just go home and be with his wife. There was an ache in his chest as he thought about how much he'd probably missed with the pregnancy. He hadn't expected to be gone this long, but dark wizards really didn't keep a good schedule. At least now, he would be home for a few more weeks before taking off again.
He was about to apparate home when Kingsley popped his head into his office through the fireplace.
"Potter!" snapped Kingsley. "You need to go to St. Mungo's some odd Howler showed up just screaming baby."
Harry felt the color drain out of his face as he tore out of the office.
Harry flooed to St. Mungo's and raced up the stairway to the maternity ward. His heart was thumping in his chest. Surely, something couldn't be wrong with Ginny and the baby. It wasn't until he flung open the doors to the ward and saw his wife sitting with the rest of her family did he catch his breath.
He rushed over to her and hugged her. A second later the door at the other end of the room opened as Ron appeared holding a tinny pink bundle.
Tears of pride ran down his face as his voice cracked. "May I present Katharina Briseis Weasley!"
An hour later Ginny and Harry flooed home from St. Mungo's. They had talked with Ron and Hermione making sure they were both doing well. Hermione was exhausted, but happy, while Ron was just all smiles. He hardly let anyone hold the baby, afraid that his brothers would drop her.
As soon as Harry and Ginny cleared the fireplace at their home, Harry took off his robe and flung it on the chair in the kitchen.
"What a name for a baby," he said. "Wonder where it came from?"
"Would you believe Ron picked Katharina. I think it's the name of the woman in 'Taming of the Shrew.' Hermione picked the middle name."
"Oh," Harry said putting his arms around her. "You know we still haven't picked a name yet. What do you think about Lily Rose?"
"What is this with your family and flowers?" Ginny teased. "Maybe you should have married Pansy Parkinson and continued the tradition."
Harry scrunched up his face in disgust, "Don't even joke about that Gin."
"Lily is fine. IF it's a girl she can be named after her grandmothers, Lily Molly Potter," Ginny sighed. "We really need to talk about BOY names Harry."
"Why?" Harry shrugged. "Ron and Hermione had a girl so we'll probably have a girl."
"It doesn't work that way Harry or do you need me to explain it to you?" her voice taking a sharp edge.
"The man decides the sex of the baby right?"
"Right."
"So I say it's a girl, and any boy that wants to date her has to go through me first. Followed by Ron, Fred and George, Charlie and Bill."
"Hopeless," Ginny said to herself, before a thought crossed her mind. "Please tell me you don't have to leave on another long assignment anytime soon."
Harry looked at the unshed tears in her eyes and felt his heart fall to his feet. "Ginny, I don't get leave until you're at seven months. I've got two weeks and then I go back out for one last assignment."
A single tear rolled down her cheek as Harry felt his heartbreak. He pulled her into a hug, holding onto her as if she was disappear.
"It's just I've missed you and you've missed feeling the baby kick for the first time."
As if on cue the baby kicked, unfortunately it was a hard kick directed at Harry.
"Well I felt that one," he said putting his hand on Ginny's stomach.
"We just miss you," Ginny said softly.
"I know," he said rubbing her tummy. "I'll ask for my next few assignments to be in the country if possible so I won't be gone too much longer, okay."
Ginny smiled and gave him a kiss as the baby kicked hard against Harry's hand.