Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all of its original characters belong to J.K. Rowling, not me...sadly. I do however own all the new characters you will find in this story. Enjoy and feel free to review!

London was a peculiar city. It wasn't the seemingly incessant rain, as such weather was prominent all over England in towards the end of autumn. Nor was it the bustling of its busy citizen, muttering and shivering under their breaths as they trudged through puddle after puddle. No, it seemed that the anomaly lie deep within.

If one were to, perhaps, step into an old and weathered red telephone box and dial '62442', they would be most surprised not to receive a call, but rather to have the call receive them. For thousands of feet below the surface of London lay Britain's very own Ministry of Magic.

Hundreds of witches and wizards alike were also bustling about. November 17th may have continued the dreary weather, but there was still much work to be done. Two floors deep was where the Department Magical Law Enforcement resided. If one continues to traverse through the first corridor and past the large and worn oak doors, they would have arrived at the Auror Headquarters. Much like their counterparts above ground, aurors functioned as police officers within the magical world. This headquarters comprised of an open room filled with individual cubicles, each with a witch or wizard hard at work.

In the furthest cubicle, sat a man who had seen far more than most. He flipped another form into his completed file and sighed, running a hand through his messy jet black hair. It was nearing the sixth hour of his shift and he was counting down the minutes until he could retire from his excessive amount of paperwork. While he loved his job endlessly, the forms he would much rather do without.

His thoughts were interrupted when the distinct sound of snoring caught his attention. With a roll of his eyes, he crumpled up one of his extra forms and threw it at his neighbor.

"Bloody hell!" The ginger haired man to his right straightened up at once, wand at the ready. Upon seeing his snickering best friend, Ron Weasley cast his a glare. "Oh bugger off Harry."

"It'd be easier to do if you slept quieter." Harry chuckled, stretched his arms.

"It's not my fault. Hermione was up half the night, readying up for her new promotion today." It was true. Harry's other best friend and Ron's wife, Hermione, had been making really headway in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures in order to promote the rights of werewolves and house elves.

Harry was about to reply when a white light dove through the room in the form of a silvery weasel.

"It's time!" The weasel shouted, before fading into thin air.

Boy men looked at each other wide-eyes before jumping to their feet and dashing off, leaving several aurors confused in their wake.

After they dodged through the crowds people in the hall, they shoved their way into the elevator.

"I thought this wasn't supposed to happen for another two weeks!" Ron gasped as he tried to catch his breath.

"You're right. It's not." Harry panted beside him. Ron sent his own patronus to alert his wife before the two exited through through the telephone booth.

"The car should only be a block away." Ron was about to step out when Harry, with a roll of his eyes, grabbed his friend and disapparated on the spot.

The pair landed on the sidewalk, beside the newly built Brittish cottage of number seven Godrics Hallow.

"Oi! The car-"

"You can get the car later Ron." Harry cut him off as he headed towards his home. "This is more important."

A sharp scream sliced into the air as soon as he opened the door, earning a wince from the men.

"Has she got to be so bloody loud about it?" Ron sighed, rubbing his ears once more when the scream stopped. Only to receive a firm whack on the head.

"Honestly Ronald, could you be any more insensitive?" Hermione snapped, moving her dirty blonde locks out of her face.

"Bloody hell. What are you doing here?"

"I just got off work and I also got the patronus."

"Well I don't seem to recall Angelina hurting my eardrums this much when we came to her house."

"I beg to differ." Ron's older brother George spoke up. If one looked closely, they would notice the lack of ear on his left side. "You happened to be asleep for the first six hours of Angelina's labor. I don't know how really. She was louder than a banshee."

At that moment, both brothers received a well deserved whack by their mother. Molly Weasley glared at her two sons as she regained her towels and continued her journey into the other room.

"Harry, come along dear." She called after him, flashing a motherly smile and she nodded for him to follow her.

Bursting the door open, Mrs. Weasley just as quickly slammed it shut once he was inside.

A beautiful young woman lay on the bed before them, her brow covered in sweat and her red mane of hair clinging to her neck. She smiled weakly at him as he sat down beside her and took her hand.

"I wasn't sure if you were going to make it." She panted.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world." Harry replied as he rested his other hand on her swollen stomach. "Though I thought he wasn't due until December 1st."

"It seems your child isn't the most patient, Mr. Potter." Healer Reynolds replied from behind them. Ginny & Mrs. Weasley briefly caught him up to speed on the happenings of that morning. Almost as soon as Harry left, she felt the beginnings of contractions. It wasn't until the fifth hour that she decided to call her mother, who promptly apparated with the healer in tow and sent the patronuses out.

Of course at this point, it had resulted in a near Weasley reunion waiting excitedly in the living room. Of course, after another six hours, everyone was tired and still awaiting the arrival of baby Potter.

"One more push darling. I can see the head now!" Healer Reynolds urged the young mother-to-be.

"Come on Gin, one more go." Harry whispered in his tired wife's ear. She sighed and nodded, clutching his hand tight as she readied herself. Another scream flew through the air as she pushed with all the strength she had left.

Just when she thought it wouldn't be enough, a tiny cry followed its mother's scream and the healer held out a small newborn. After a quick scourgio charm, the babe was instantly cleaned and swaddled into a soft blue blanket.

"A healthy baby boy, Mr. and Mrs. Potter," Healer Reynolds smiled, holding up the newborn.

Though utterly exhausted, the Ginny smiled and held out her arms, warmly accepting her first child as she pressed a quick kiss to his little forehead.

"Oh Harry, he's beautiful!" She breathed, her hand brushing over the baby's dark messy tuff of hair. She then turned to her husband, a bright smile resting on her lips as she handed turned the baby toward her husband. "What should we name him?"

Harry Potter smiled graciously toward his wife and picked his new son up into his arms, his green eyes bright with pride as he looked at his child.

"Quite an energetic little guy aren't you?" He said to the newborn. The little one was wiggling like no tomorrow. It was as if being born two weeks early wasn't fast enough for him.

With his father's unruly dark hair and his mother's rich brown eyes, the newborn's name was decided almost immediately.

"James." Harry spoke softly, cradling the boy in his arms.

"James Sirius Potter."