My Life as The Chosen One's daughter
Romance/ PG
Watch Harry and Ginny's daughter go through the many stages of life, and also save the day once in a while, just like her father.
Chapter 1
The beginning
"Excuse me, excuse me!" Harry Potter ran through the crowded muggle hospital lobby and ran straight to the lobby desk. "Hi-my-wife-has-gone-into-labor-and-I-need-to-know-what-room-she-is-in." He said fast. The lady behind the desk blinked and asked, "What is her name?"
"Well, come on! You can't have a lot of woman going into labor here! She's probably the only one who came through!" Just as Harry said that, a girl, with a rather large bump for a stomach was being pushed through the halls in a wheel chair, screaming at her husband. He sighed, then turned back around to the lady, who was know smirking. "Ginevra Weasley. I mean, Potter. Ginevra Potter. Or Ginny Potter. She might be under there as Gin Potter, that's what I call her sometimes when I really think that she's adora-,"
"No need to explain. She's in that room, over there." The lady pointed down the hall, in the direction of the first room on the left. "Thank you." He said. He ran down the hall, and while he was doing that, turned back around, and threw his hands up in the air. "Thank you!" He said. The lady chuckled, and murmured to herself, "Let's see if he'll be saying that when he gets into the room."
Harry walked over to the side of the bed, next to where Ginny was lying in the hospital bed, her face all red and looking rather tired and agitated. The Weasley boys, all except Percy, were also around the bed, along with their wives. Fred and Angelina Johnson, George and Katie Bell, Bill and Fleur, and Charlie all by himself. Last but not least, Ron and Hermione were at the foot of the bed. They had finally gotten together before their seventh year, in the summer, and hadn't been apart from each other, except a little incident that turned out to be a big prank.
"Harry, I'm so glad to see you, dear! So glad you could make it! The baby is due any minute now." Mrs. Weasley said to her son- in law. "Yeah, Ginny was just saying how much she hated you for doing this to her." George said. Fred laughed. "GEORGE! FOR THE LAST TIME, DON'T BE MAKING WISE CRACKS ABOUT ME SAYING BAD THINGS ABOUT HARRY! YOU KNOW, I WOULD NEVER DO THAT!" Ginny fumed. "Thanks, love." Harry said. "AND YOU," Ginny said, turning her heads in the direction of Harry. "HOW COULD YOU HAVE DONE THIS TO ME? LOOK AT WHAT I HAVE TO DO! I ABSOLUTELY HA-," Ginny let out a scream.
"I love you too, dear." Harry said. Fred and George laughed. "I ABSOLUTELY WANT TO KILL YOU! I CHALLENGE YOU, HARRY JAMES POTTER! RIGHT HERE! RIGHT NOW! WE'LL FIST FIGHT, JUST LIKE OLD TIMES BACK IN SCHOOL!" She said. Harry tried to hold in his laughter, but it got the best out of him and he clutched onto the bar of the bed, trying to keep from rolling on the floor. "I'M SERIOUS! DON'T YOU BE LAUGHING! I'LL KILL YOU FOR DOING THIS TO ME! DO YOU THINK IT'S FUNNY THAT I HAVE TO PUSH A CANNON BALL SIZED HEAD OUT OF MY BUTTOCKS?" Ginny yelled. "Ginny, please, do calm down. This isn't Harry's fault!" Mrs. Weasley tried to calm her daughter. "Oh yeah? Well then I want to know WHO THE BLOODY HELL'S FAULT IT IS!" Ginny yelled again. Suddenly she stopped and blinked a few times calmly. Then a chain of screams led to one another. "And here it comes!" The doctor said.
"Give me a P!" Fred started to cheer.
"P!" George said.
"Give me a U!"
"U!"
"Give me an S!"
"S!"
"Give me an H!"
"H!"
"Put it all together and what does it spell?" Fred rolled his hands around each other. "PUSH!" George yelled cheery. The boys started chanting 'push' in different octaves but soon were stopped by Ginny grabbing both of their collars. "SHUT THE BLOODY HELL UP!" She yelled at them. "Understand?" She asked calmly. The boys nodded cowardly and then bit their lips, trying to keep from talking.
Thirty Minutes Later
"She's absolutely…beautiful!" Mrs. Weasley broke out in tears. Her husband, Mr. Weasley, took her by the shoulders, and tried to shush her. "She looks so much like the both of you." Hermione said, admiring the baby held in Ginny's arms. "Look's like she's got a bit of both of you in her hair." Hermione pointed to a small strand of a bang that was black. The rest of the baby's hair was red, just like the rest of the Weasley's, and just like Lily's. Ginny laughed. "I didn't even know that could be possible." Harry said. "Well, apparently, it is." Ginny smiled. "This is just splendid! Now we've got another little girl to look after, Fred!" George said. "What do you mean another little girl, George? If you haven't noticed, I'm not a little girl! You don't have to watch out for me!" She said. "Ah, but that, little sister, is what big brothers are for! That, and tormenting." Fred said. "Speaking of the latter, Ginny's been tormenting poor Harry here with her remarks about him doing this," George gestured to the baby. "To her. Mate, I think we better stop watching out for Ginny and start watching out for Harry! Ginny's a threat to him!" George said.
"I'm a threat to you, too!" Ginny said. Everybody laughed for a few minutes, then all was silent and all eyes were on the baby. Mrs. Weasley once again burst into tears. "You know, dear, I think that we better head home. Will that be okay with you, dear?" Mr. Weasley asked Ginny for permission to go home with Mrs. Weasley. Ginny nodded. "Thanks for being here, dad. Mum." Ginny said. Mr. And Mrs. Weasley both kissed Ginny and the baby's forehead, and then Mrs. Weasley hugged Harry. Mr. Weasley had to pry her off of him. And they left the room.
"Ah! I just remembered! George, we have some business we needed to attend to back at home before these two…sorry, I mean three…come back home!" Fred said. "Oh! Yes! Quite right, brother." George said. "We would love to stay but like we've said, other things to do that are more important than this." Fred said, sounding serious. "Whatever. You two can go." Ginny said, knowing that her brothers were just joking. Fred and George kissed the baby's forehand and then kissed their sister on the cheek, then walked out with their wives, who were crying. "It's just so…beautiful!" Katie was heard whimpering down the hall. Ron, Hermione, Harry, Ginny and the baby were left in the room.
"She's going to be amazing when she's older. Having genes from both of you, that is." Hermione said, tousling the single black strand of hair around her finger. "Thank you, Hermione. I hope that she'll grow up just to be like, you, and Ron, and Harry. Maybe she'll be a lot like your own." Ginny said, referring to Ron and Hermione's own son, Albus (he liked to be called Alain) who was interested in dressing up in ball gowns from his mother's old trunk, yet preferred to play quidditch, too, just like his father. He was only two but already knew how to ride a broom. Ron laughed. "Who knows? The possibility of her being just like Fred and George's kids are likely." He said. Fred and Angelina had a five year old girl, whose name was Molly, named after their grand-mum of course, because when she was born, she was already crying and screaming.
George's kids were also five year olds, one girl and one boy, fraternal twins. The girl was Jen, who loved to prank people, and the boy was Jimmy, who also was a side-kick to his two minutes older sister. "She'll be a little bit of everything, I hope. Brains from her aunt Hermione, athletic from her uncle Ron, cleverness from Fred and George, and bravery from her dad." Ginny said, turning to Harry. He kissed her lightly on the lips. "Well, we have to get going. She's wonderful, Ginny." Hermione said, glowing at the baby. "Thank you." Ginny answered softly, also glowing at the baby. "We'll be sure to see you when you get home. Call us if you need help with the room or anything." Hermione said, then hugged Ginny, kissed the baby like all the others had, and went over and hugged Harry, then kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks for coming." Ginny said. Ron kissed her, then gave a pat on the back to Harry, and then left, following Hermione. Ginny and Harry sat in silence, both looking lovingly at their daughter.
"Ginny, I've been thinking." Harry said. Ginny looked at him quizzically. "Thinking's good. What have you been thinking about?" She asked. "Well…I don't know if we should bring her, you know, raise her," Harry nodded towards the baby, "in the wizarding world. I know that Voldemort is gone forever. But I don't know if I can take the risk of somebody who's evil like…like…"
"Like Malfoy?" Ginny asked. "Yeah, like Malfoy, finding out about her. Perhaps he's got a little grudge against us still and…and he'll want to come after us again. I think I just want to be living in the normal muggle world. Raise her in a normal, non-magical house." Harry said. "So you want her to be like a muggle, and not know that she's a witch?" Ginny asked. "Well…yes. I mean, we don't have to tell her. I didn't get told until I was 11. Maybe when she's older, we can move back to the wizarding world, if we wanted to. If it would be clean of the danger. We could still talk to her about our adventures in Hogwarts. She would just think they'd be make believe." Harry said. "I think that it would be for the better if she was raised in the muggle world." Ginny said. They both sat there, thinking for a while. "Would that mean that we couldn't expose her to any magic of any sort?" Ginny asked.
"Yeah…I guess it would." Harry said. "Then I guess that mum and dad and all the rest of my family would have to come and visit us. She'll never be at the burrow." Ginny said sadly. "She will when she's older. We'll tell her sometime or another. We just can't let her know this early." Harry said. Ginny nodded. "Then it's settled. We're going to move to the muggle world." She sighed. There was another silence in which the new parents looked at their baby.
"Harry?" Ginny asked. "Yes?" Harry asked. "We haven't named our daughter yet." Ginny said. "Oh! Right!" Harry said. "How about Lily?" Ginny asked. "What about Lames?" Harry asked. "Lames?"
"Yeah, you know. A combination of my parents. James and Lily. Lames."
"Harry, I am not going to name our daughter Lames. It's too…well…too lame itself." Ginny said. "I guess you're right." Harry said. "Lily it is."