Author's Note: Thank you, ziggyzigzap, for pointing out to me that for whatever reason, chapter 10 did not load properly. I'm not exactly sure what happened, but I re-uploaded chapters 10 and 11, and it appeared to work… I really hope this isn't going to be a long lasting problem on fanfiction. Sorry for any confusion.

Chapter 12: James Sirius Potter

Ron and Hermione got married three weeks after Ron was attacked. Their wedding was very similar to Ginny's and mine, and when they came back from their honeymoon, they were happier than I'd ever seen them

When we told Molly about Ginny's pregnancy, she was especially delighted. Yes, of course she had been excited for all three of Fleur's, plus Audrey's, and Angelina's pregnancies. Yet, Ginny's was different. I think it was because Ginny was Molly's daughter instead of her daughter-in-law that gave her a different kind of excitement.

During her pregnancy, Ginny was… well, moody. Very moody. In fact, some days, I couldn't go ten minutes without her blowing up at me. In extreme cases, Ginny would disappear to The Burrow, where Molly would do her best to comfort her while Arthur gave me advice. He had been through six pregnancies with Molly, and knew what to do in situations like those.

Life wasn't all just nine months of mood swings, though. Ginny and I had fun decorating the baby's room, and picking out names. For me, it was an obvious choice if we had a boy. "Ginny, I've been thinking about what to name the baby, and I'd really like to name him James for the first name and Sirius for the middle name, if that's alright with you. And if it's a girl, I'd like to name her Lily. You can pick out a girl's middle name, but I want the baby to be named after one of my parents. I think that deep down inside, I always wanted to name my first born children after my parents."

Ginny smiled at me. "Of course he can be James Sirius, Harry. I think it's a great idea. And so is Lily. I personally think the baby's a boy, but I suppose I should think of a girl's middle name just in case."

I laughed. "Yeah, that might be a wise idea."

"Well, I definitely don't want to give her the middle name Ginevra. Lily Ginevra. Yuck! And Percy already took Molly, but I don't like the sound of Lily Molly either." Ginny thought for a moment, and then smiled. "What about Lily Luna. Luna is one of my best friends, after all, so it makes sense."

I smiled. "Perfect."

Even though I was excited for my first born child, by July, I was extremely nervous. What if I wasn't ready to be a father? I was only twenty-four years old, after all, and it was already hard enough being a godfather. When you were two, you were well behaved and mellow most of the time, but still got into trouble, just like your father. By the time you were six, however, you were more like your mother in the fact that you were a wild child, yet still loved to help me and Ginny out around the house whenever you could. With the infamous troublemaker James Potter for a grandfather, and the feisty Ginny Potter for a mother, the chances of the baby being a strong-willed troublemaker were high.

Sometime near the end of the summer, Ginny and I decided we wanted to make Ron and Hermione the baby's godparents, when we asked them about it, they happily agreed. Ron and Hermione had been my best friends since first year, and I wouldn't want anyone else to be the godparents of my child.

On October 19th, at 11:38 at night, I was awakened by Ginny tapping me on the shoulder.

"hmm?" I asked sleepily.

"Harry…" Ginny gasped. "The bed's wet."

It took me a moment to comprehend what was going on. "Oh!" I exclaimed, and leapt out of bed. I then started running around the room like a mad man. "It's alright, Ginny, I'll get everything ready. You just sit there and relax."

Ginny rolled her eyes at me. "Harry, calm down. I haven't even felt a contraction yet." Suddenly, Ginny winced in pain. However, it must not have been to horribly painful, because she smiled weakly. "Whoops, I guess I spoke to soon."

Soon, everything was packed, and Ginny's family was contacted. We arrived at St. Mungo's in record time, and were brought to a room right away.

Watching Ginny give birth was both one of the worse and best experiences of my life. It killed me to see how much pain childbirth caused Ginny, but at the same time, I couldn't wait to see my first-born child. I just stayed near Ginny's head the entire time, allowing her to squeeze my hand. Several times, Ginny squeeze my hand so hard I thought she was going to break my bones, but honestly, I don't think I would have minded if she did.

Finally, the cry I had been waiting for came at 3:04 in the morning. "Congratulations, Mr. Potter, you have a healthy baby boy." A healer announced. She cleaned my tiny son thoroughly, and then handed him to an exhausted Ginny.

"Hello, James Sirius Potter." Ginny cooed. After a while, she handed him to me. As I rocked James back and forth in my arms, I could hardly believe that he was my son. Don't get me wrong, when I held you in my arms for the first time it was a feeling like no other. But James… James was different. After a few minutes, James began to cry. I wondered if I did something wrong. Did James not like me? How could he not, because I loved him so much.

Ginny must have seen the hurt look in my eyes, because she laughed in spite of herself. "Don't worry." She said. "He's probably just hungry."

I smiled weakly, and handed James back to Ginny. "Maybe you should tell the family about little James and take a bathroom break while I feed him." Ginny said with a smile.

For the first time that morning, I realized that I badly needed to use the restroom. "Good idea." I said quickly, and rushed out of the room. "It's a boy!" I exclaimed to the Weasleys waiting outside. "His name is James Sirius Potter!"

The family cheered and congratulated me, and then I darted down the hall in search of the bathroom. "It's a boy! His name is James Sirius Potter!" I exclaimed to everyone I met. Most people smiled at me, or even said something along the lines of "Congratulations!", but some gave me strange looks, or even glares. Frankly, though, I didn't care about any of their reactions. All I could think about was my son.

Soon after I returned, the Weasleys were allowed to visit Ginny and James. Molly and Arthur came in first, shortly followed by Ron and Hermione. When Bill and Fleur came in with four- year-old Victoire, twenty-two-month-old, Dominique, and four-month-old, Louis, Victoire said, "He's so cute!" making everyone laugh. Next, Percy and Audrey came in with seventeen-month-old Molly, and were shortly followed by George, Angelina, and three-month-old Fred II. When, Ginny cradled both babies in her arms, they beamed at each other, and everyone knew they were going to be best friends.

Finally, Hermione brought you in to see James. Unfortunately, you were more interested in playing with Victoire and the toys Molly had brought you than James. Little did I know at the time, you would be causing a lot more trouble in the future, and it was all because of James.

Author's Note: WOW. I got done way faster with that than I expected. Here's the next chapter preview: "Harry?" you (Teddy) asked, tears streaming down your face. "Don't you love me anymore?"