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Chapter 12 The Birth and and Mystaken Identity

The next three months passed extremely quickly for Harry and Ginny.They had finally finished the nursery and gotten everything ready for the baby. Ginny was sick of being pregnant and wanted to go ahead and have her baby, but Baby Lily was taking her sweet time. Meanwhile, Ginny was becoming increasingly moody and the only one of her brothers that would come around the Burrow was Ron-- and that was because Hermione made him.

Ginny sat upstairs in her rocking chair, knitting a hat for her baby. She started humming a little tune. Harry walked in and kissed her.

"So how're my girls doing this morning?" he asked.

"Well, we're doing just fine. The backaches, the swollen ankles, and the bloatedness just makes my day," Ginny said sarcastically.

"Well, it should all be over soon now," said Harry soothingly.

"Yeah, but you try being the one carrying this baby and you see how it feels," Ginny snapped. Harry looked taken aback at how short her fuse was. "I'm sorry," she said, seeing the look on Harry's face, "I shouldn't have said that."

"It's okay, Gin," Harry said.

"You know, why don't you go ahead and go to work and I'll just stay here with Hermione. She's coming over around noon."

"But it's only 9:30. What if something happens:

"That's why Mum's here. Now go on. I'll be fine. Mum'll send for you if anything changes in my-- condition."

"But I don't want to leave you!"

"HARRY JAMES POTTER, IF YOU DO NOT GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE THIS INSTANT, I WILL PERSONALLY FLY OVER THERE AND KICK YOUR ARSE!" Ginny screeched.

"Okay... Okay.. I'm gone!" With a small pop, Harry Disapparated.

Ginny sighed. and walked over to the baby's dresser.

"Hmmm... I still need to pick out a dress for you, don't I?" Ginny said, looking down at her stomach. Leafing through the baby clothes, she picked a white dress with little silver stitches that created tiny flowers and leaves all over it. "Perfect," Ginny said to her baby. "Now, when do you plan on coming out?"

Ginny felt her stomach tighten and release. "I guess not very soon, huh?"

Ginny picked up her knitting again and started working on her baby's hat. She felt her stomach tighten again and release once more. She frowned and checked the time. 10:00. She kept knitting. Once more, she felt the same tightening and releasing. She checked the time again. 10:15. Could she be starting labor? She shook the thought from her mind and started knitting again. She felt it again. 10: 31. Ginny headed into the living room.

Mrs. Weasley was sitting on the couch. She looked up and saw Ginny waddling towards her.

"Hello, dear. How are you feeling?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"Mum, I think I'm going into labor."

"Are you sure? How many contractions have you had?" she asked quickly.

"I've felt three or four. And they've been around 15 minutes apart."

"Okay. Well, why don't you come over here and sit down. I'll get you to St. Mungo's once your water breaks or you get around 5 minutes apart, okay?"

"Mum, is there any way I could have the baby here instead. The hospital would scare the hell out of me."

"It's a bit too late to be asking that, don't you think?"

"Can I have the baby here?"

"Well, yes. I suppose. I don't see why it wouldn't hurt. Let me put a few things on the bed and I'll come and collect you. Do you want me to send for Harry?"

"Um, how long will it be before I start pushing?"

"I have no idea."

"Well, we can call him once the contractions are about 6 or 7 minutes apart. Will you go ahead and call Hermione? She was going to come over around noon. But, I think I'd rather have her over now." Ginny felt another contraction, this time a little more noticeable. "Mum, I just had another one. My last one was 13 minutes ago," she said, looking at the clock beside her.

"You're definitely going into labor. I'll go ahead and call Hermione. Can you stay here for a second by yourself?"

"Sure. Just don't take too long."

"I won't," said Mrs. Weasley, walking over to the fireplace. She threw a pinch of Floo Powder in it and said "Weasley Manor!" Five minutes later, Hermione appeared, stepping out of the emerald flames.

"You're having the baby here?" she said, walking over to Ginny.

"Yeah. Do you mind helping me into the other room once Mum gets the bed ready?"

"Nope. I don't mind at all."

Mrs. Weasley stepped out of the fireplace and walked into the other room. Ginny felt another contraction. She grabbed Hermione's hand tightly.

"That one hurt," she said. She checked the time. 10:54.

"Ginny?" Mrs. Weasley called, "You can come into the bedroom now."

Hermione led Ginny up the stairs slowly.

"I should never have gone down there," she said, after having another contraction on her way up.

"These are getting a lot closer together, Mrs. Weasley. Shouldn't you call for Harry, now?"

"I suppose. Watch her for a minute, will you?" Mrs. Weasley whipped out her wand and walked outside the bedroom door.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" she yelled. A shining goose flew out of the window and Mrs. Weasley walked back into the room. A few minutes later, Harry stepped out of the fireplace behind Hermione.

"Oophf," he said, "Sorry, Hermione. Are you okay, Ginny?"

"I'm fine," she snapped, "except for I have excruciating pains shooting through me every 5 minutes!"

"Hermione, can you scoot over? I want to hold her hand," Harry said. Hermione scooted over and Ginny went ballistic.

"HARRY POTTER, WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU CAN COME ANYWHERE NEAR ME? LOOK WHAT I'M HAVING TO GO THROUGH, JUST TO SAVE YOUR SKIN!" Ginny screeched.

"Ginny, come on... It's okay," Mrs. Weasley said, soothingly.

Two hours later, Ginny was fully dialated and ready to start pushing.

"Harry, you go down there and catch the baby. Hermione, you just stand there and hold her hand and tell her everything's going to be okay, and I'll count. Okay, come on Ginny, start pushing. One, two, three, four..."

Ginny started pushing. Her screams filled the room. Harry looked like he was about to cry. He wished for any way he could take away the pain she was in. Slowly, he began to see their baby's head as it emerged.

"I can see the head, Ginny. Come on. Just a little bit more!"

Ginny pushed twice more and Harry caught the baby as it slid out of Ginny. He picked her up and sat her on her mother's stomach.

"Wait a minute. Ginny, I think we need to redo the nursery."

"What? Why?" she asked.

"The baby's a boy."

"What?" Hermione screeched.

Mrs. Weasley looked like she was about to be sick. "So, that mean that we have to take back all of those clothes and take down all of the lace and sheer things in the room?"

"Yes," said Harry, "And, we need to pick out a name for him."

"Well, how about James, after your dad, and Edward after my grandad?" Ginny asked.

"Perfect," said Harry, smiling down at his wife and son.

"Harry, you need to move for a second. And, Ginny, you need to start pushing again," saod Mrs. Weasley, tearing her eyes away from her daughter and grandson.

"Why?" Harry and Ginny asked., "I'm not having twins."

"It's called the afterbirth. We have to deliver the placenta, too."

Harry looked like he was about to be sick. Ginny, Hermione, and Mrs. Weasley all started laughing.

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