ChapterThree The Newest Weasley
Harry heard the sound of popping from the living room. He went to see who had apparted over.
In the living room he saw Bill, his wife Fluer, Percy and Penelope, and Ron and Hermione. All of the kids had immediately gone to the playroom.
"Hi Harry." Ron said. "You look like a wreck."
"I know." Harry answered. "Ginny went into labor."
"Where is she?" Hermione asked.
"In the kitchen helping Molly. She refuses to go home or to Saint Mungos. She wants to have the baby here."
"If she's still able to walk around she should be alright." Percy answered.
Harry looked at him like he was crazy.
"We didn't even call the midwife until Hermione's contractions were fifteen minutes apart." Ron added.
"You mean she could have another in five minutes." Harry said.
"She only had one." Penelope said. "I had my second one about half and hour after the first."
"You see Harry all you have to do is relax." Ron said. "We already went through this you're a nervous wreck. That isn't going to help her."
"I know." Harry answered.
"She is really strong." Fluer said. "I was suffering the entire time with mine."
"No kidding. The midwife had to use a spell and a potion to calm her down." Bill joked.
That earned him a playful shove from Fluer.
"I just wish she would slow down." Harry said.
He didn't want to admit it, but he kept thinking about the day that they had discovered that she was pregnant.
"Stop talking about me like I'm not here." Ginny said coming out from the kitchen. "I'm doing alright. I want to have this baby with the people that I love." Ginny hugged Harry from the side. Her belly was so big she couldn't do it too easily from the front. "Look how many experienced people that I have around me."
Harry looked down at her and into her eyes. Once again he was unable to say no to her.
There was the sound of someone coming in threw the fireplace. It was Madam Venna.
"I see we have quite the party gathered." Madam Venna said. She was a shorter witch who had to look up to see everyone. "Hello Penelope. How are the children?"
"Alright." Penelope said.
Madam Venna then turned her attention to Ginny. "How long ago was your contraction?"
"About ten minutes." Ginny answered.
"Was that your first?" Madam Venna asked.
"Yes it was. It wasn't so bad." Ginny answered.
"I'll have to prepare a room. Is there one in particular that you would prefer?"
"My old room." Ginny answered.
"Harry, why don't you show me where. If you don't mind helping me set up." Madam Venna said.
"Alright," Harry said showing her the way up the stairs.
They entered the room that Molly had still kept tiddy. It was still lined in baby blue the same that it was when Ginny had lived there. Harry had done the nursery in the same shade.
"You need to calm down." Madam Venna sternly stated in a tone worthy of Head Mistress McGonagall.
"Excuse me?" Harry said. He had never heard that tone from her in all of the counseling sessions that they had.
"You are up tight right now. That is not helping you, Ginny, or the baby."
Harry still could not speak.
"You could have waited until she was fifteen minutes apart in her contractions before you called." Madam Venna said. "You know how emotional she has been through this entire pregnancy. Being around her family is going to help her through this. Now help me get this room cleaned so we can get ready. I will set up the bed and we will need to get a cradle."
"Molly will have one." Harry answered. "I'll be right back."
He headed downstairs and into the kitchen to ask Molly where the cradle was.
He stopped for a moment and thought. Ginny was right. The family was gathered here for Christmas. The family would welcome the newest member here.
Harry snuck up behind Ginny and put his arm around her belly and rested his chin on her shoulder. "I love you." He said. "The room is almost ready. I just need to get a cradle."
"Mum will probably have one in the playroom." Ginny answered.
Harry gave his wife a quick kiss then headed into the playroom. All of the children were in there playing with the toys.
Out of all of his nieces and nephews, Eric was probably the one that was most special to him. If it wasn't for Eric Ron would have lost Hermione forever. If anyone even thought about hurting him, what Harry would do to them would be worse than the Curitious curse.
There was a divider from the playroom that was a makeshift nursery. Inside he saw a bassinet that he thought was perfect.
Harry pulled out his wand. "Wingardium Leviosa." He said while swishing and flicking. He guided the basinet over head and out of the playroom.
All of the children watched in awe. Even though they were Wizarding children they were still quite impressed by magic.
Harry led the bassinet into Ginny's room.
He placed it down gently by the bed.
"That is just perfect." Madam Venna said. "The room's ready when ever the baby decides to come."
"Why don't you join us for Christmas then?" Harry said. "This is a time Ginny really likes."
"It is good to see that you calmed down." Madam Venna said following Harry down the stairs.
By the time that they came down the entire Weasley family had arrived. All of the Weasley wifes were gathered around Ginny. They were all sharing stories of them giving birth.
The Weasley boys were sitting on the opposite end talking about work and other things.
"There's the man of the hour." George said.
"Hi guys." Harry said to all of them. "Looks like my wife is doing alright." Harry took the chair next to Ron.
"She will be." Ron said. "Hermione's over there giving advice like she always does."
The family had a nice Christmas. They played games and told stories in the living room while Molly worked on the cooking.
They sat down to a nice dinner and shared some presents.
Right after dinner, Ginny's contractions slowly moved closer together. Soon they were about ten minutes apart. That was when the family knew it was time.
Harry and Madam Venna carefully moved her to the room. Ginny laid down on the bed, thinking that this wasn't so bad.
That didn't last long.
Ginny braced herself against Harry who was behind her. She was squishing his hand to the point that there could not possibly be any blood left.
"Alright Ginny, It's time." Madam Venna said. "Ready, push."
"Push Ginny." Harry said gently in her ear. "Push hard."
Ginny was pushing with all of her might. This was painful. She was starting to understand Fluer's position. How did her mother do this seven times? Ginny did not even want to think about twins.
"I need you to push some more." Madam Venna said. "Hard as you can."
Outside the door, Fred and George had set up their extendable ears. "She's still pushing." George informed the crowd below.
"I don't think Harry appreciated that." Fred said.
"Where did Ginny learn that word?" George said.
"Well," Ron said. "What's going on in there?"
"The head just came out." Fred said.
Harry held himself strong for his wife. The head was out one more push.
"We have a little girl." Madam Venna announced.
"Girl." George and Fred said together.
A little girl. Everyone was so excited.
Madam Venna was cleaning up the little girl and then passed her to Ginny. "Congratulations." She said.
Ginny looked at the little girl that she was holding. She was so perfect and tiny.
"She got your hair." Harry said looking at the tufts of hair.
"But I think she got your eyes. They're more hazel then brown." Ginny said.
"We never did pick out a name." Harry said. "But I was thinking, since it is Christmas day we should name her Christine."
"Christine Lily." Ginny said.
"That's perfect. You are so wonderful." Harry said kissing Ginny.
They stayed there for a little while, just talking with their new daughter.
She was moving around in Ginny's arms. Apparently she wanted to see everything that was going on.
Harry then undid the spell he did on the door to keep it shut and allowed the family to come in.
Everyone wanted to greet the newest Weasley. Even if her name would be Potter.
Molly had made the same comments about her eyes and hair.
Ron laughed when he heard his niece's name. Hermione punched him hard.
The twins took their turns holding Christine Lily.
"I almost want one." George said.
"You need to get a wife first." Molly sternly said.
"I know." George said passing Christine Lily on.
Harry was sure he could never feel happier then he did when he married Ginny. But his daughter proved him wrong. He was a daddy now.