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I am not going to go into the details that is labor pain. It's gross, and Harry nearly fainted a few times. Molly barked orders, the nurse looked more frazzled than she had tried to pass off as in the beginning, and I did not make a noise. Oh, I wanted to. I wanted to scream in pain and cry and throw a fit, but I didn't. I knew that every single person on the other side of the door were listening, trying to hear my pain, trying to figure out what was going on, but I didn't give them that. In fact, I made Nurse Lady silence the room so that no one would hear the cries of the baby. No satisfaction for them! It was my moment, and I didn't want to share it with more people than I had to. I'm still mad that Harry was the first to see her. Yes, her.
"It's a girl!" he yelled, and then nearly fainted.
"Ow!" was my response. Not the usual "Hooray!" or sigh of relief, but ow. It still hurt. Was it suppose to keep hurting? I did not believe so. Molly started freaking out, and for good reason.
"It's another girl!" she yelled. Harry nearly fainted again, but thankfully did not, seeing as he was holding Baby #1. "Twins!" Molly cried with glee.
"Shit." I muttered, and she looked at me with shock. It wasn't that I did not instantly love my girls, I adored them. I just knew I couldn't handle them. Twins! Two! No father! Not only no father, but crazy immature mother who doesn't know the difference between reality and what's going on in her head sometimes.
"What could you be unhappy about? You have two beautiful girls, and I'll be here to help."
"Like hell you will." I snorted at her. She sneered at me, but before she had a chance to scold me some more about how rude that was I cut her off.
"Can I see my babies now? You haven't given them to me, and I'd like to know what I gave birth to." I was such a snot, but I got what wanted. Two tiny, perfect, identical girls. Their eyes matched Connor's, but their hair was already the classic Weasley red. Depite the fact that I totally and completely hated the Weasley's at that moment, I was really glad they had my hair. Harry, Molly and Nurse Lady left the room, mumbling something about how I probably wanted to be alone with them. They could have said that they were leaving before the room filled with roaches and they were escaping while they could and I would have reacted the same way. No way that I would have gotten up and caused any discomfort to those girls.

"Hi," Sky whispered as she stepped into the room, "can we come in?"
"Yeah." I answered in the same soft voice. All the Wellington clam slowly made their way in the room. As soon as they were all in the room Hellen offered me a bag of ice.
"For your crotch." she explained, shrugging. I grinned at her, but didn't accept it, nodding my head towards the girls I was holding, sitting up in bed the same way I had been when everyone left. Everyone ooh'd and aww'd, passed them around, commented on beauty, all those good things. Keefer openly weeped, the rest of the guys made fun, but wiped away a few tears themselves. I watched, talked, iced my crotch. You know, mom stuff. Along with wondering how much weight I had really lost.
"Twins, how could we have not known there'd be twins..." Sky calmly wondered out loud.
"I never got to see an ultrasound, remember? And their heart beats were exacty symetrical. Couldn't tell them apart." I was also calm. No, I was tired. Despite the fact that I had been given several potions to take care of that. Potions, the wizarding worlds answer to feelings.
"Twins, how adorable..." Ty cooed to Baby #1, and everyone in the room shot him a look. Ty was not known for being sensitive and coo-ing.
"Twins run in my family." I yawned. "You never mentioned that before." Rex pointed out. I hadn't.
"It never really came up." I shrugged.
"Never came up? How could the fact that you have six brothers, two friends that were practically siblings, two very odd parents, and a whole lot of issues, such as the war that you apparently were supposed to die during not come up?" Rex pointed out.
"Don't scold me, I just gave birth." I pouted. Then the fussing began. It looked as if no one had remembered that little tid bit until I actually said it. The girls were put in baby beds, my pillow was fluffed, I was told that I everyone would be right outside the door if I needed anything. I yawned, nodded, fell asleep no problem.

I woke to the sound of movement. Someone moving around in their chair, causing one of the girls to make a sound, who was being held by the moving person.
"You're up." the person commented. I sat up in my bed, eyes yet to adjust to the darkness, brain yet to adjust to the waking world. My mind was moving too fast, I couldn't process what voice I had just heard. It was impossible. It had to be. Yet it wasn't. It was if I had left reality, as my mind started spinning, trying to be reasonable. It had to be a dream. My subconcious must have been feeling extra mean and wanting to ruin my life.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked. Yes, this person was undoubtedly a he.
"That you're not here." I stated, not looking at him, but instead at the girl he wasn't holding.
"Of course I'm here." his tone was a litle stuck up.
"But that's impossible."
"How?"
"You don't belong here."
"Yes I do, now go you sleep, we'll talk about this when you're more awake."
"I'm not tired."
"Just go to sleep."

I went to sleep. It wasn't a deep, restful sleep, but more of a forced nervous nap. Things had just changed quite a bit.


A/N: Gasp! Another twist! Quick, review! Hurry!

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