Two weeks later, Ginny sat in Lavender and Seamus's living room, all dipping into a bowl of cashew nuts and drinking Butterbeer (well, orange juice in Ginny's case).

"So, what do you girls want to do?" Seamus asked.

"Oh, I know!" Lavender said, jumping so violently that she thrust her empty bottle into the air. Seamus managed to salvage it before it dropped and smashed. "Let's play Twister!"

Seamus put the bottle on the floor and kissed Lavender on the cheek. "You're so special, Lavender," he said, patronizingly.

"What?" Lavender asked, confused. "What's wrong with Twister?"

"Lavender," Ginny explained, softly. "I can't see past my stomach when I lie down. I can't bend over to pick up a pencil. How can I possibly play Twister?" Lavender immediately opened her mouth to answer the question, then realized she didn't know it and shut it again.

"What do you usually do with Harry?" Seamus asked.

"Don't ask," Ginny replied. "He's confusing pregnant with five year old. We just play board games and chess and Exploding Snap and eat soup."

"Sounds fun," Lavender said, sarcastically.

"I know," Ginny muttered. "I'm almost glad he had this important meeting at the Ministry today. Although it is sweet that he took five months off work just to look after me."

"That's nice," Lavender said. "I need a manicure," she said, looking at her nails. She pulled out her wand and gave herself a professional French manicure within two minutes. Then, they heard small, infantile wailing from the next room.

"Oh, that's Poppy," Lavender stated, getting up and walking out of the room. She came back with Poppy in her arms and balancing a bottle in her hand.

"How's being a mother, Lavender?" Ginny asked.

"It's amazing," Lavender answered, sitting down on the sofa to feed Poppy. "There's no feeling like it. You'll love it Ginny."

"And the labour?"

"Oh, that is the most painful thing I'd ever experienced in my life. I thought I was going to die."

"Don't tell me that! I'm due in two weeks!"

"Sorry. But it's the truth! Are you scared?"

"Now I am!"

"Sorry! Do you and Harry know what you're going to name the baby?"

"Yeah, we sorted it out a few days ago. We said Lily if it's a girl and James if it's a boy."

"Those are nice names! Well, not that you'll need James, but you know. For the next one, I suppose."

"OK, Lavender, let's just concentrate on this one first!"

"OK, but just so you know you will be having a next one."

"I will?"

"Oh, definitely. And so will Hermione?"

"Oh yeah," Seamus put in. "How far along is Hermione now?"

"Six and a half months," Ginny replied. "She's starting to show quite a lot."

"That's really good," said Seamus. "I'm really happy for Hermione. She really seems like a mother figure."

"What about me?" Ginny asked, incredulously.

"Of course you do too, Ginny!" Seamus agreed, hastily.

"Oh great," Lavender muttered. "I left her teddy bear and my wand in her room!"

"It's alright," Ginny said, getting up, finally glad at the prospect of having something to do, even something ever so small. "I'll get them."

"Thanks, Gin." Ginny looked around Poppy's room. It was a very sweet room. It was pink, but not sickly pink. It was dark fuschia and there was a dark brown cot at the end of it with a cute little mobile hanging over it. There was a tiny chest of drawers with things like nappies, wipes and talcum powder on top of it. The middle drawer was open displaying tiny little babygros, vests, T-shirts, trousers, shawls, skirts and trousers. Ginny saw a tiny little blue jacket hanging on the door. It was very nice and very fashionable, especially for a baby. Ginny looked at the label which said, GUCCI. She bought a Gucci jacket for her daughter. Typical Lavender!

Then, Ginny saw a yellow teddy bear and Lavender's wand lying next to it on top of the chest of drawers. She was about to grab it when she felt a very sharp pain in her stomach. She winced. She immediately felt sick. She had to sit on the chair beside the chest of drawers. She felt like this for a couple of minutes. Then she was fine.

That was strange, she thought. She got up, took the teddy bear and wand and walked into the corridor. Then on her way back to Lavender and Seamus' living room, she felt the same pain except much sharper. So sharp and so painful that she dropped the teddy bear and wand. She started wincing and breathing very loudly. Finally, a few minutes later, she got up and as she did so she felt a horrible feeling. A horrible, slow, trickly, wet feeling. She looked down, and was scared at what she saw. She knew what that meant.

"Oh my God!" she said, loudly. Lavender rushed into the corridor.

"What?" she said, urgently. "Ginny, what's-" Her eyes widened. "Oh. Ginny, don't worry. I won't tell Seamus. Let's just get you cleaned up. I'll lend you some jeans or a skirt or something."

"Lavender!" Ginny said, impatiently. "You've been pregnant! How do you not know what that means!? I'm having the baby!"

"Oh crap, yeah!" Lavender suddenly realized. "I forgot that part! Oh my God! Seamus! Seamus! We need to get Ginny to St Mungo's!"

"What?" Seamus said, rushing in with Poppy and her half full bottle. He looked at Ginny. "Wow! OK, let's go then!"

"OK," Lavender agreed. "Let me get my wand." She grabbed her wand and Poppy's teddy bear from the floor. "Accio baby bag!" A colourful bag full to the brim with an empty bottle and a bib sticking out of a pocket soared towards Lavender and she snatched it quickly. She gave Seamus the teddy bear and grabbed Poppy's jacket from the bedroom door.

"OK, let's go!" Seamus said, urgently.

"Wait!" Ginny exclaimed, wincing with the intense pain. "We need to tell Harry! Harry needs to be there!"

"We'll send him an owl when we get to St Mungo's!" Seamus said. "We need to leave now, Ginny!"

"OK! OK! How are we getting there?"

"I don't know," Lavender said, thoughtfully. "Broom?"

"Don't be stupid, Lavender!" Ginny snapped. "We can't go on brooms! I'm in labour and you have a baby!"

"Floo Powder?" Seamus suggested.

"The ashes are bad for Poppy," Lavender answered. "And probably not advisable for Ginny either."

"We have to Apparate then, Ginny," Seamus said. "Do you have your wand?"

"Yeah," Ginny muttered, wearily, pulling her wand out of her pocket. "Let's just go quickly!"

"OK," Lavender said, holding Seamus' hand and Ginny's hand with her other. "Hold tight!" Crack.

When they arrived at St Mungo's, Ginny thought that the Apparition had merely shaken her up a bit. But there was still that sharp, sickening pain. They rushed to the reception desk. It was the same receptionist behind the desk from when they had all come to visit Luna and Dean.

"Hi," Lavender said, breathlessly, pulling Ginny forwards.

"You two again?" the receptionist said, irritably.

"Look, lady my friend's in labour!" Lavender snapped.

"Oh OK then," the receptionist said, urgently. She gave her wand a little wave and a loud ring sounded, almost like a klaxon. Two Healers immediately ran towards them, grabbed Ginny and hastened her to the nearest room. Lavender and Seamus made to follow them, but the receptionist stopped them.

"Please?" Lavender begged. "I'm her friend. And no one else is here yet. She has to have someone."

"Who's the bloke with the baby?"

"That's my husband and my daughter."

"Give me one good reason why I should let you through?"

"I just gave you two!"

"I meant a good reason." Lavender thought hard, biting her nail. She looked at her nail. Then she had a thought.

A few minutes later, Lavender, Seamus and Poppy left the receptionist admiring her brand new French manicure and rushed inside the ward.

"Which one do you think is Ginny's?" Lavender asked. They heard loud groans and shouts from the third room down.

"Maybe that one," Seamus suggested. They ran into the room. Ginny was wearing hospital robes, her red her was tangled and all over the place, her face was red and strained with pain and her eyes were shining.

"We need to send an owl to Harry," Lavender said. "But I want it to be an urgent one. How do you send one of those talking letter thingies that aren't Howlers?"

"I'll do it," Seamus said.

Harry, Ron and Hermione arrived within ten minutes.

"Oh good," Harry said, breathlessly. "We haven't missed it." He rushed to Ginny and held her hand.

"It's going to be OK," he whispered in her ear.

And within half an hour, they all realized that it was OK.

"It's a boy!" the Healer said, holding up the tiny baby.

"Oh wow!" Harry said. "It's a boy! Gin, it's a boy!" Ginny stared at the baby for a full minute, speechlessly. Then, she turned to face Lavender and glared at her.

"I am going to kill you!" she screeched at her. Lavender simply made an apologetic face.

"But I am happy it's a boy," Ginny said, taking the baby. "Oh my God! Harry, we have a baby boy! And, YES! He's not ginger! I'm crossing my fingers for you Ron, Hermione!"

"Should we stick with James?" Harry asked. "You don't have to if you don't want to."

"No! No, I want to."

"What should his middle name be?"

"What about James..Sirius Potter?" Ginny suggested.

"I like that," Harry said. "James Sirius Potter."

And as Harry and Ginny cradled their new baby, everybody crowded round to coo at James Sirius Potter.