A/N: Uber-short again, I'm sorry! I don't try to do these things! They just end where they end!
It all sort of happened in a rush- one second there was a tiny, pale bundle in Ginny's arms and she was gone, after that I was at the Ministry, handing Pansy over to an extremely pregnant Tonks and after that I was in the foyer of the house, the same extremely pale bundle in my arms, staring at me with wide, grey eyes- my eyes.
"She's fussy," Ginny said after a moment, "she should really properly be being breast-fed, but there's marvelous substitutes now, I use them for the boys sometimes."
"How old is she?" I asked, mentally calculating the youngest she could possibly be- two weeks or so, I thought.
"I'd think about two months," she said, "Hermione's had Healer's training though, she'll be able to tell you better."
"She should be back by now," I said, finally, "she and Potter."
"I'm just waiting," Ginny said, her face breaking into a bright grin. "Where's the sitting room? We should settle down somewhere quiet- you can still hear the cars from here and she'll want to be getting to sleep soon."
"Follow me," I said, carefully cradling her head as I'd been taught to do with babies when Pansy's niece had been born- Pansy and I were only eight and we'd been made godparents. From what I understood, the little girl was living in France now, with her grandmother- the matriarch of some old pureblooded family, no doubt.
The sitting room had been the first room to get any furniture- big plushy chairs in dark, cozy colors, it was all Tonks's doing, of course. She insured in those few weeks as the house was going up that there were enough beds or at least sleeping bags for the various Order members and that this room was set up. She refused to let us have proper meetings, even though everyone else wanted them. We were closer than family towards the end of the war, yes, but it does do to keep up some air of being a real army.
"This house is gigantic," Ginny said, as she settled in the chair near the bay windows looking out onto the grounds- almost a square mile in all directions.
"Potter says he's going to fill it up with babies," I said, "you've got your work cut out for you." She laughed.
"He always did want a big family," she said, looking at her bare ring finger, "he used to talk about three girls and three boys."
"Only six? I was under the impression he wanted an even dozen," Ginny burst out laughing.
"You'd know better than I do- it's been more than a year since I last saw him," she got up and came over, standing behind me. "Don't be so stiff when you hold her," she instructed, "Relax your wrist." I did so and the baby sighed and curled into my chest.
"You've missed him, haven't you?" I asked, after a few minutes of silence while she returned to her chair.
"I can't even-" she began, and then there was the sound of the door opening and she flew out of the room and around the corner.