A/N Well, here is my final chapter! It's a little short, but I wrote this hand-written at first, so I had a hard time separating the 6 page story into chapters! Anyway, hope you enjoy, and remember to review: )
Ron sat up in his seat, a wide smile on his face.
"Dad? Perce? I think you'd better come down here!"
Ron called out to his father and elder brother, but before they could respond, Harry burst through the door. His face was sweaty and flushed, and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, but he had never looked happier; he was positively beaming.
"A boy," he gasped, "James Sirius Potter. Ginny owes me 20 galleons! I'll bring him out once Molly's cleaned him up a bit." Still beaming, Harry slid back inside, just as Arthur and Percy came rushing down the stairs. Ron smiled at them.
"A boy, James Sirius Potter." Arthur gave a short bark of laughter, and collapsed onto the couch. Percy stared around the room, as if expecting a baby to leap put from under the rug.
"He's not here, Perce. Harry will bring him out in a minute." Just then, Harry re-entered the room, a squirming baby in his arms.
"Speak of the devil! Lets take a look at him, eh Harry?" smiled Arthur, and Harry handed little James to his grandfather.
"7lb and 2oz. He looks just like his mother." Arthur nodded, and unwillingly passed James to Ron. He awkwardly accepted the little bundle, and looked into the smiling baby's face. James's eyes were exactly like Ginny's, and there was something devious in his smile. Ron could tell that James would take after Fred and George, if not Harry.
"Wow. Congratulations mate," said Ron, handing Harry's son back to him. Harry grinned.
"So you're not going to kill me then?" he asked and the two mates laughed quietly.
"Nah, but if I don't get to see my baby sister right now, I may have to reconsider!" Harry smiled and bowed, motioning for Ron to enter the kitchen. The table and chairs were all pushed to one side, and Ginny was set up on a large bed that had been magicked into the middle of the kitchen. She was covered in white clothing and sweat, but otherwise she was glowing. She grinned at Ron as he entered, and carefully accepted her son as Harry passed him to her. Ron leaned against the wall; his arms folded in front of him, and watched the new family coo over its youngest member. He smiled reflectively, thinking of how lucky they all were to be in this position. At times like these, Ron was especially glad that he had met the Boy-Who-Lived on the Hogwarts Express.
A/N Well that's the end. I hope you enjoyed it! Just because I've finished, it doesn't mean that I don't want reviews, so please tell me what you think.
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