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Chapter 9

"Blue Moon"

With a forced smile on her face, a billowing maternity robe hastily pulled over her "comfy clothes" and both her hands clutching the small of her back Ginny Potter had entered the kitchen of the Hideaway. "Harry dear it's time". It was a little past 6pm on December the 30th, Harry and the boys had been waiting for Ginny in the kitchen so the family could eat dinner. Harry leapt to his feet and told the very astonished boys to wait here until their grandparents arrived. James and Charlie nervously doted on their mother as Harry grabbed a few things. Though it was their third child Harry, the Great Harry Potter, was still a bit of a mess. Trying to appear a good deal calmer the he was he turned to his trusted friend and in a very rigid manner said,

"Dobby please go to the Burrow and inform Molly and Arthur that Ginny and I have left to the Hospital." As Harry was about to address the boys, Dobby decided to have a touch of fun with Harry. He was a bit annoyed with the formality of Harry's tone. Dobby tugged at Harry's robe to get his attention and cleared his throat.

"Should I tell them why you have gone, Harry Potter Sir?" Harry looked very much thrown off by this question, from his always sharp companion. He quickly shook his head, as if clearing away a thought, "Yes of course tell them why we are going to the Hospital Dobby."

Dobby was not finished by far, in his mind there was only one way to calm Harry down, and that was allow him to realize for himself how edgy he was. Dobby continued before Harry could turn back around, "And why is it you are going to the hospital? And which hospital is it I should tell them you have gone to, sir? "

Harry looked even more frustrated; his hand went to his forehead and pushed his hair back, "St. Mungo's of course, the wizard hospital, for Merlin's sake. Ginny is going to have the baby, just tell them Ginny's having the baby. THEY will know what to do."

Dobby did everything he could not to laugh as he continued on, though he loved and admired Harry, he knew he could still be a bit thick. "And when should I do this MR. POTTER?"

"Are you going DAFT, DOBBY?" Harry boomed. The boys looked shocked as they had never heard their father raise his voice to Dobby before. Time and time again he had lectured; if you want to know what a man is like look at the way he treats those under him. A bit frightened they looked up at their mother. Ginny's hand was covering her mouth and her head was bobbing slightly.

"Are you laughing mom?" James quietly whispered astonished and confused. Ginny raised a single finger from her other hand up to where her lips were covered and singled the boys to be quiet. They looked at each other sheepishly shoulders raised. Dobby decided to really take it over the top. He bowed to Harry and dropped to one knee.

"And once I inform them of your destination, what should I do then, my MASTER?"

Harry went visibly limp as he realized what Dobby was doing. Ginny patted Harry on the back, "about ready to go soon dear?" She said gently pointing out that she was patiently waiting.

"Yeah, honey. Ah… Dobby thanks, and I'm sorry." Harry said looking more of 13 then over 30. "Boys wait here for your Grandparents, and behave." He paused and Dobby raised his eyebrow at Harry. Harry smiled and added, "Please. Please behave. That is I know you'll both be big helps to your Grandparents and Dobby, see you all at the hospital." Harry took Ginny's arm she reassured him again with a pat on the arm and they left via the apparation room.

Arthur and Molly took care of notifying the rest of the family. They had been Grandparents 13 times already and had quite an efficient system. Dobby eventually allowed them entry into the Hideaway from the apparation room and helped ready the boys for the trip to the hospital.

It was a magical night indeed. Not just figuratively, but literally as well. For it was the last full moon of the year and a blue moon at that. A blue moon is a second full moon in a given month, which is some what rare to begin with. A blue moon ending the year had not happened in over 250 years. The entire staff, it seemed, at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries were excited for the few children that were born that day .But according to legend all children born that night under a blue moon that is the last full moon of the year are supposed to be specially blessed with great promise for their futures.

The staff at St. Mungo's, however, were at a loss as to what to do with the all the Potter's and Weasley's and friends who had arrived at the maternity ward. Arthur and Molly had not figured on all the children being brought to the hospital. With school out for the holidays and with the exception of Remus' forced absence, it appeared that every member of the extended family was there 32 in total. There simply wasn't room. Harry asked Hermione to go back to the Hideaway and have Dobby open the floo access. Once this was done Tonks, Luna and Neville took all 16 children back to the Hideaway were Hermione and Dobby were waiting. This cut the number of people down in the waiting room some, but still not enough for the satisfaction of a rather uptight nurse. Her name tag said A. Wrench but to an already edgy Harry it might as well have read Umbridge. She was squat short and built rather wide. She had ink black hair pulled up tight in a bun with just a few very noticeable stray strands that looked a bit like horns jetting out from her nurses hat. For the third time if 5 minutes she addressed the room,

"I have told you twice now, that you must get your group down to under 10 people at a time in the waiting room. Hospital policy you know. If you can not do this I will make arrangement to have you all removed."

Arthur Weasley quickly stood in front of Ron, Fred and George as they raised their wands. Molly chimed in as well. "Boy's she is just doing her job, let her be. Put those wands away right now."

Their respective wives all seemed to sigh collectively, the Weasley men were still ever so much still boys. Arthur took the lead and prodded Percy and Penelope to join him for a walk. That left just 9 to wait, Harry, George, Fred, Ron, Molly, Bill, Fleur, Verity, and Angelina. Thankfully it didn't appear that any other magical children were being born tonight.

It was shortly there after, Harry was asked inside Ginny's room, by their doctor. At just after 10 pm that night Harry came back out. He informed the room that Abigail Winifred Potter and mother were both doing great. George began handing out cigars; only Harry was foolish enough to accept a light from Fred. As he pulled on the cigar it became a pacifier and Harry was reduced to a bewildered looking baby himself.

Fred scrunched up his face and pursed his lips as he looked down at the infant Harry. "Look at the wittle baby Harry…isn't he just soooo adorable, coochie coochie coo." Poked Fred in his best baby talk voice. Molly, Verity, and Angelina all chastised the twins. Ron and Arthur, laughing hard, took up for them.

"Really mom, Harry should have known better by now. I know Ginny would think it's funny."

"Molly, girls, he is already changing back, no harm done."

Harry glared at the twins as he changed back, but couldn't hold the look long as he laughed along with most of the group. Doctor Bombay, who had delivered most of this generation's Weasleys, Potters, Longbottoms, and even a Lupin, soon informed the family that they could each peek in at the newest addition and Ginny, one at a time. But then both would be getting some rest here at the Hospital before returning home tomorrow.

Abby, as she was already being called was born a very healthy baby, with green eyes and a faint hint of red peach fuzz. One by one the family looked in on the resting pair and then apparated back to the hideaway to gather their own precious children. Doctor Bombay had to run Harry off near midnight.

The apparation chamber allowed Harry entry into the house automatically. Ron and Hermione were in the living room sitting with Dobby when Harry got back. Harry looked tired as did Dobby. He sat down. "Are you three all that's left?" Harry asked sinking into a chair.

"James and Charlie went to their rooms, and Victoria and Richard are their favorite guest rooms. Everyone else went home, late for some of the kids you know. Everyone figured you could use a quiet and empty house to come back to. The boys wanted to wait up, we convinced them it would be ok to turn in." Hermione said. She looked as is she had more to say. Harry was not in the mood to be babied. "What is it?" he asked calmly. Hermione eyed Harry carefully and replied, "Nothing Harry, nothing that can't wait for another time at least. I'm sure you don't mind Ron, the kids and I staying the night?" Harry let the other unspoken subject pass. "Of course not, wouldn't have it any other way." The group finished their tea and headed off for some sleep.

Harry was awoken the next day by the boys thundering into the room and pouncing on the bed. Charlie was first up and climbed on his fathers chest, bouncing up and down he asked, " So we have a sister now? When are she and mom coming home?" Before Harry could get a word in or much of a breath in, for that matter, it was James' turn. He had landed next to his brother and was shaking Harry's arm. "Last night they told us her name was Abby, ah Abigail Winnie….something. And they said the moon makes her special? You always said we were special?"

Harry thought to himself that Death Eaters had nothing on interrogation compared to his boys. "All right, all right, all right I'm up. It's six a.m. boys. I know you're excited. Just let me sit up." Harry straightened himself and sat upright, Charlie slid off his chest. He smiled at his boys. "Your mother is fine, and when I go back to the hospital this morning to see her, I'll let her know it was the first thing you both asked about." The boys calmed down at being admonished for not asking about their mom first. "I'm sure everyone who came back to the house told you she was fine, it's ok guys." His words raised both their heads from their chins and Harry continued. "You have a baby sister, her name is Abigail Winifred." James cut Harry off.

"Does her name have a story like ours does? Is she named after people also dad?" Harry ruffled his oldest son's hair and scooped Charlie up, so that he was now sitting straight up on the bed. "No boys that is just her name, no story to go along with it. But, you did ask about the moon and being special, before. Last night when she was born was a blue moon, a rare second full moon in a month; it was also a blue moon closing out the year. That is a very very rare thing to happen. But is just a silly old legend that says it affects anyone born that night. Your sister is special just like the two of you are special; you're all special just because you are your mother and my children." Harry hugged his boys they both fought him off, thinking themselves too old for that sort of thing. "Now I'm off to the hospital, and I should be back later with your mom and your new sister. Tonight we are going to have a special talk just us three men, ok? "The boys nodded seriously. "Now I don't want you down stares for a couple of more hours cut Dobby a break, he looked worn down last night." The boys agreed, and headed back out the door as Harry headed to a shower.

Harry, Ginny, and Abby were back from the hospital just after lunch. The baby's room was set just off Ginny and Harry's. Unlike both the boys first rooms it was not done in red and gold colors. It was done in purples and yellows. Harry couldn't and wouldn't complain, at least it wasn't pink. The boys both made gagging sounds at the decor; a sister was going to take some getting used to for them. Then again Ginny grew up in a house full of boys and that turned out well enough. Ginny joined Harry, Dobby and the boys for dinner, then headed back up to the nursery. Harry told Dobby about his up coming talk with the boys and Dobby decided he was going to check in on the new arrival instead of sitting in. "If it's all the same to you Harry Potter, living through it once was enough for me, thank you very much. If you and the boys are set, then I think I'll head upstairs."

Harry brought the boys into his den. It was early enough, 7:30, but he asked them to come down in their bed cloths after saying good nigh to their mother and new sister. He brought three large leather and oak chairs into the center of the room and motioned for the boys to each sit in one. He sat comfortably in the last.

"We didn't do something wrong did we dad?" James asked looking at the surroundings. "I know I didn't do anything wrong." Charlie said, looking innocent shaking his head. "It must have been you James."

Harry raised his hands for them to stop. "Neither of you did anything wrong, Not that I know about at least." Harry winked at the boys and leaned forward in his chair.

"You both have heard a little bit about the people you're named after. James you know that your first name is after my father, who died fighting the evil wizard Voldemort. And that your middle name is in remembrance of Albus Dumbledore, who too gave up his life fighting to protect the world from the same wizard's evilness. And Charlie you're named for your Uncle who too died in that war as did Sirius my Godfather who you get your middle name from. "

The boys had been told bits and pieces of stories about the famous men they were named after. Charlie and James sat riveted to their seats eyeing their father closely. Harry continued.

"Tonight I want to teach you both about Love and Sacrifice. As James will be off to Hogwarts next year, and he will learn about the second war with Voldemort. You both have a new sister to watch out for so, I think its time you heard the story about the down fall of the Dark Wizard Voldemort from me."

AN: The next chapter will be a summation of the "hunt for the Horcruxes", the realization of the prophesy, and the power the dark lord knows not. Wondering about no mention of Snape, of Draco, or Lucius? It will softly cover what came to pass 14 years earlier with the downfall of Voldemort. It is all very important to the direction of the rest of the story.

Please feel free to review, criticize and correct as much as you want. This is a first for me and just some fun.