James Potter II: March 17th, 2004
That St. Patrick's Day morning, Ginny Potter was at bathroom sink, applying make-up. She didn't mind that her husband Harry, brother Ron, and sister-in-law Hermione were waiting downstairs for lunch. She had not had time earlier. Besides, with her prominent stomach, she had to take it slow. It was amazing she was standing up at all this late in her pregnancy…
Just then, her water broke. The contractions that followed made her drop her mascara.
"HARRY!" Stomping feet could be heard as Harry and Ron and Hermione swarmed into the bathroom. "St. Mungo's. Now!"
"Right then," Harry said, looking a little shaky and flustered. "Ron, there's a medical bag in the closet at the end of the hall. I'll send the Patronus out. Hermione, help Ginny to the Floo!" Hermione carefully guided Ginny downstairs to the fireplace. In a few moments, they heard running feet approach the top landing from both directions.
"Hermione, get the Floo Powder read-Oof!" Harry cried as he collided with Ron. Both men fell down the stairs as the women watched in horror. It was a hard THUD when they hit the bottom landing.
"Bloody hell!" Ron swore. "I think I broke something! My leg!"
"Me too," Harry groaned. "I think I busted my arm."
Hermione looked a little panicked. "This cannot be happening to us!" she cried. She helped the boys up and then led them all through the Floo Network to St. Mungo's. It was quite a sight for the receptionist at the front desk to see: the wife of Harry Potter in labor, two of the Golden Trio with broken bones, and the third member who clearly was in no mood for dilly-dally.
"3 stretchers for my brother and sister-in-law and husband, please!" Hermione ordered. The receptionist frantically called up the request, and soon, Ginny, Harry and Ron were all being wheeled away to separate rooms. Hermione followed Ginny to her room. If Harry were going to be in abstentia due to a broken arm, she would have to fill in. She had never been in labor herself (she and Ron were still trying to get pregnant, without success), but she had read about it.
"Alright, Gin," she told her best friend. "Start pushing!" Ginny obeyed, screaming as more contractions hit her. After an agonizing hour, the baby finally emerged. A boy! At last, a grandson for Arthur and Molly!
The Healer passed the blue bundle to Ginny, who rocked him for a few minutes before passing him to Hermione, his godmother. A few minutes later, the door opened and a horde of people crowded into the room. The rest of the family had arrived.
"Oh, man! We missed the delivery?" Charlie groaned.
Hermione bit her lip. "That's not all you missed."
"Why? Where's Harry? And Ron?" asked Molly. The door suddenly banged open to reveal a surly-looking Harry and Ron in slings. Everyone stared. Molly made a noise indicating she was looking for something to say.
"Don't. Ask," Ron said shortly, giving his mum a pointed look. Harry awkwardly held his newborn son with his newly bandaged arm as everyone else watched. He was so captivated by his son - just named James - that he did not notice the rest of the Weasleys, smiling in amusement.