"Someone shut it up!" exclaimed a voice at about three o'clock in the morning.
Lavender's crying awoke Dean and Ron (not to mention Harry, Neville, and Seamus).
The one who was shouting was a boy from a different dorm. Harry, Seamus, and Neville groggily got out of bed and went to their babies. The minute Ron saw Harry he unsteadily got to his feet, holding onto the bars of the crib, and smiled.
"You are so weird," Harry muttered, picking up the small child. He walked back to his bed and sat down, instinctively he did the cleaning charm on Ron (just in case) and then laid down, Ron settling on Harry's stomach.
"Da ba," Ron said.
"Close," Harry muttered, "It's dada, kind of. I'm not sure. Call me dada call me Harry. Whichever. I'll have to ask one of our teachers about that one."
"Dada?"
"Works for me."
Ron laughed. Harry closed his eyes, willing himself not to fall asleep, in case he rolled over and hurt Ron in some way.
"Harry," said Seamus, "Don't we have practice anyway this morning?"
"Right!" Harry exclaimed, "Thank you for reminding me."
"No problem…we still have about a few hours to go."
"No," said Ron, staring at Harry, "No go."
"You just taught him a new word," Harry said to Seamus.
"I thought he was already saying 'no'?"
"He was, he said 'go'."
"Lavender's been saying lot's of things. By now they should know up to twenty words."
"How do you know?" Harry asked.
"A book I read. And just recently my mam had another baby."
"Oh," Harry said, "But…"
"What?"
"Nothing."
Harry instantly became worried. Ron hadn't been saying much at all. He would have to bring this up with Hermione sometime soon.
"Dada," said Ron quietly, "Dada…dada."
Well…he certainly does no a few words and says them about twenty times, Harry thought.
He accidentally fell asleep about five minutes later. But was awoken by Seamus.
"Harry, get up!" he said.
Harry opened his eyes. The first thing he noticed was that Ron wasn't there.
"Hermione came up and got him," Seamus said, "About five minutes ago. She remembered we had practice."
"I'm sorry, Seamus," Harry said, "But let's go."
"It's alright, mate."
"It's not that easy," replied Harry, "Having responsibility."
"I know. So stop talking and get down to the pitch."
Harry changed quickly and then they ran down the stairs and headed out of the common room and down to the pitch.
"You're late," Ginny commented snappishly.
"Sorry," Harry said, "I had to keep Ron that night and-"
"The babies woke up?" Ginny finished questioningly.
"Yeah," Harry said.
"So how is Ron doing?" Ginny asked.
"Well…he's fine."
"What's 'fine'?"
"I'm just worried. He doesn't talk that much."
"So?"
"Well…Seamus said that they should know about twenty words by now."
"It doesn't surprise me that Ron is a bit slow. Seeing as the first time he was that young he didn't talk until he was five years old."
Hmmmmmm...
Sorry I've been slow. I've had alot of homework. Studying for the WASL already!