AN: Hi! HERE'S THE CHAPTER YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR! IF YOU WANT ME TO JUST DO AN "11 YEARS LATER" THING OR A SEQUEL TELL ME OR ELSE I WON'T DO IT! OH, AND I'D LIKE TO KNOW IF YOU WOULD LIKE ME TO WRITE MY VERSION OF THE SEVENTH BOOK, SORT OF LIKE A PREQUEL!
I'm listening to "The Phantom of the Opera" soundtrack! I love it so much!
Note: Braxton-Hicks are false contractions, just so's ya know.
Special2: No, she said get better. She meant if it was just a cold or the flu or TSS. BTW, you're a girl aren't you?
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Lauren: Hey, thanks! I should get sick more often! LOL, JK. I hate being sick. Although I enjoyed the two weeks I had off in 2nd grade when I had the chicken pox. LOL. Oh, and I didn't think of the names for the kittens until I saw the movie "Stripes".
Elyse90505: Uh, yeah, she is… in this chapter…
Catwoman18603: Thank you, and here is the next chapter! Hope you don't go crazy!
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RomanticDreamer7: Thank you! I love those names, too! And don't worry, I MIGHT'VE made Draco Ginny's doctor, but I decided not to. LOL.
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Ginny woke up at around 2 AM on April 24. It was the day of Harry's match against the Holyhead Harpies. She thought she was having some Braxton-Hicks. Ginny shrugged, ignored them, and went back to sleep. Later, she woke back up and went to the loo. It was 11 AM. An hour until the match. She showered and put on a tank top with Quaffles, Snitches, and Bludgers flying all around on it and some shorts with broomsticks on them. Ginny slipped on her sandals and went downstairs.
"Harry!" she called. "Where are you?"
"Ginny!" Hermione shouted. "You're awake! Harry had to leave for a quick practice before the match. He asked me to make sure you're okay. Are you?"
"Yeah, except for a couple Braxton-Hicks," Ginny told her best friend as she winced.
"Okay, are you ready to take the Portkey to the stadium? It's fifteen minutes until the match starts."
"Er… Yeah, just let me get some tea. I need some caffeine into my system, or I'll fall asleep right after Harry catches the Snitch."
"I already made you some. I think tea out of your wand tastes nasty, so I bought some from Diagon Alley."
Ginny drank her tea and she and Hermione touched the Portkey at the same time. They felt a tug behind their navels and landed in front of the person who takes the tickets. She and Hermione showed the ticket person their VIP passes and entered. When Ginny and Hermione got to the Top Box, Harry and Ron spotted them and waved. They waved back. A few minutes later, the commentator spoke up.
"The referee steps out onto the field to begin the game! He lets out the Bludgers and then the Golden Snitch! Remember, the Snitch is worth 150 points. The seeker who catches the Snitch ends the game. The Quaffle is released, AND THE GAME BEGINS! Johnson nicks the Quaffle from Flint and she… SCORES! 10 TO 0, PUDDLEMERE!"
(With Harry)
Harry was looking for the Snitch, of course, but he couldn't see it. He sped around the field looking for a glint of gold. No such luck.
(Back to Ginny)
Two hours into the game, Ginny realized that she was actually in labor. She started praying for the babies to stay put until after the game.
(Back to Harry)
About six hours into the game, Harry saw the Snitch and raced toward it. He felt the tiny gold ball grow 'lifeless' in his fingers as he caught it.
"HARRY POTTER HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH! PUDDLEMERE WINS, 570 TO 390!" The commentator roared.
(Back to Ginny)
Ginny couldn't take the pain anymore.
"Hermione!" She squeaked.
"GINNY! What happened! Why are you so sweaty?" Hermione asked.
"I think I'm in labor," Ginny managed to whisper as a contraction made her wince.
"Oh, crap!" Hermione said as she summoned the first aid kit. She then conjured some blankets and had Ginny lay down on them.
"HARRY POTTER HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH! PUDDLEMERE WINS, 570 TO 390!" The commentator roared.
Then, Ginny's water broke as she had another contraction and she let out an ear-shattering scream.
(Back to Harry (AN: I'm getting tired of this! LOL.)
As he and his teammates made their victory lap, Harry heard an ear-shattering scream, which he recognized as Ginny's.
It's time, Harry thought as he sped towards the Top Box. When he got there, he saw his wife laying on blankets and a wet spot on them. He dismounted his broom and rushed to her side. Ron followed suit.
"Ron, go to where the commentator is and tell him that Ginny's giving birth. Tell him to have someone alert your mum and some more Healers from St. Mungo's, and fast! She's fully dialated and ready to push!" Hermione instructed her husband, and Ron obliged. "Okay, Ginny, are you ready to push?"
Ginny nodded and let out a whimper.
"It's okay, Gin. Now… Push, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten."
Ginny screamed as hard as she could.
"Oh, it's crowning! Push, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. The head's out! Harry, do you want to see it?"
Harry looked over at his baby's head and smiled. It had wavy red hair that curled slightly at the end.
"Okay, Ginny, you need to get the shoulders out! Come on, Gin, push!
Ginny screamed again.
"The shoulders are out!"
Ginny screamed as Hermione gently pulled the rest of the baby out.
"It's a girl! Are you going to name her now or later at St. Mungo's?"
"St. Mungo's," Harry said.
"Okay." She tied the cord with string and cut it. Then she cleaned the baby's mouth and nose, and then cast a drying spell and a heating charm on the baby.
"Ginny, you can take a little break now. Harry's going to get you a cold, wet paper towel."
"No… I want them out now!" Ginny screamed.
"Okay, then push. Alright, very good."
"I want some painkillers!"
"We don't have any, Ginny."
"Where's Harry? Where's mum? I need somebody's hand!"
"Ginny, just relax."
"RELAX! IT'S IMPOSSIBLE TO RELAX WHEN YOU'RE GIVING BIRTH!"
"Ginny, shush, it'll be okay!"
"NO IT WON'T! MY LIFE IS GOING TO BE CHANGED FOREVER! I DON'T WANT TO CHANGE MY LIFE!"
Just then, Harry came back into the room. He put the paper on her forehead and pulled her hair back into a ponytail.
"Sweetie, it's okay! Come on, push this baby out!" Harry said to his panicked wife.
"NO, HARRY, IT ISN'T OKAY! IT'S NEVER GOING TO BE THE SAME AGAIN! YOU RUINED MY LIFE!" Ginny screamed at him.
Harry looked over at his friend with a questioning look.
"It's normal for women to curse their husbands when in labor. They don't really mean it. It supposedly relieves stress," Hermione whispered. "Oh, oh, Ginny, it's crowning! Come on, Gin, come on, push!"
Ginny screamed. "HAROLD JAMES POTTER! YOU ARE TO NEVER TOUCH ME AGAIN, DO YOU HEAR ME! YOU'RE GOING TO SLEEP ON THE COUCH FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE!"
"Okay, Ginny, the head's out! Come on, Ginny, come on! You're doing great! Come on, push! … The shoulders are out!" Hermione gently eased the rest of the baby out. She then did the same to this baby as she did to the other baby. "It's the other girl. Ginny, would you like to hold her?"
Ginny nodded and Hermione put the baby into her arms. She was beautiful. She had her father's hair, but tidier. The baby opened her eyes and Ginny was lost in two pools of emerald.
"Kathryn Harmony. This one is Kathryn Harmony."
"Ginny, the other one opened her eyes and they're green," Hermione said.
"Then she's Lillian Elizabeth. Harry, hold Kathryn, I'm having another contraction."
Harry took the baby away and set her down on the little bed Hermione had conjured. Then, Ron and Mrs. Weasley Apparated.
"Ginny! Oh my God, you've already had two of them! Okay, deep breaths. Oh, another contraction… Ginny, push! The head is crowning… The head is out… Shoulders are out… And he's out! It's a boy!" Mrs. Weasley did the same thing that Hermione did to the first two babies.
"His name is to be Daniel Sirius," Ginny told her mum.
"I'm going to fly the babies to St. Mungo's. Ron, you fly Ginny over there. The rest of you can Apparate," Harry said. He then flew the babies over to St. Mungo's where they were given a clean bill of health.
AN: I hope you liked this story! I sure did! I'm thinking of making a series out of it! What do you think?
J/N: Whew! That was quite the intense birthing. Glad to see the babies were born healthy and happy!
You've come quite a ways in your writing Hannah, since I first began as your Beta. Your writing was good before, but it seems with each chapter you've written you keep getting better. Awesome job! So, I guess you will have to follow this one with a few more stories. :) It will be interesting to see how the new parents deal with triplets (and those kittens) and still keep life on track.
Cheers!
AN2: No, my writing is still horrible. It always has been. LOL. Anyway, tell me what you think, no flames, and look for the first chapter of the prequel of this story, it's to be called Harry Potter and the Final Battle!
Update 2020: wow omfg I know the names are wrong already it's been over 10 years but JEEBUS. I DON'T CARE ABOUT THIS CRAP. JKR IS A SHITTY TRANSPHOBE. HARRY POTTER IS ABLEIST GARBAGE. I HAVEN'T READ THE BOOKS SINCE 2009 AND I HAVEN'T SEEN THE MOVIES SINCE THE 8TH ONE WAS IN THEATERS. I DO NOT CARE. STOP REVIEWING TO TELL ME I'M WRONG. I DO NOT CARE. THANK YOU.
also I removed that old note I wrote about Dan Radcliffe's scene in the Prefect's bath in GoF bc even though he's older than me, he was a child and children should not be sexualized. even by bathroom ghosts.
