Chapter 8: Jamie NO
Hey! Yep it's been months I know. But I've finished secondary school and that is so great! I am starting Uni in September! Lots of love to all of you. Characters are not mine.
10 months later….
Harry had been in baby bliss for the past ten months. He loved everything about being a father. From the late night feedings and dirty nappies to the cuddles and kisses. Most of all he loved his son. James was the cutest thing that Harry had ever seen(Don't tell Teddy). With his own dark hair and Ginny's chocolate eyes. He looked remarkably like the man whose name he bore.
Ginny loved being a Mum. She loved having a little one to take care of. She loved her son's smile. His raven curls like his father's gave him a air of trouble. Ginny also loved seeing Harry as a Dad. He was absolutely amazing and the both of them loved James more than anything else in the world.
Molly loved being a Grandmum. She was already a Grandmum, before James. There was Teddy, who was her Grandson, no matter what anyone said. Then Victore, Bill's little darling daughter. Dominique was 8 months old and already had boys crawling after her. There was little James, only 10 months are already getting into trouble.
James Sirius potter was having no trouble living up to his name. Ginny came into the drawing room to find James walking along the ledge. How he got up there would forever main a mystery. But at that point in time Ginny did not care how he got up there, the fact that he was walking was enough for her to scream "HARRY, JAMIE IS WALKING." Harry came charging down the stairs faster than the speed of light. He arrived just in time to see James take a step on the ledge as though it was a Hogwarts corridor. "This is amazing!" Harry shouted, wrapping Ginny up in his arms. Hermione entered the room at that moment and thought that the three of them resembled a photograph in the album of pictures of the Potter family that Harry used to always look at. "Hermione, James can walk!" Harry informed her when she took a step into the room. "Yay, there's my little Jamie all grown up." Hermione picked up James and took him to the side of the house that she and Ron lived in.
With Hermione looking after James, Ginny knew she could now share what was on her mind with Harry. "Harry, we need to talk" Ginny said, taking a seat on the sofa. "What's wrong Gin?" Harry asked with a concerned tone. "Nothing is wrong Harry. I've just been doing a lot of thinking lately and well I want to have another baby. And yeah, I know James is still young and not to mention the fact that I'm only 20. Then there's also that you' ve had to go on more raids at work. But I've always wanted to have at least two children. And I want James and his sibling to be close, so they can go to Hogwarts together. And-" "Whoa, slow down Gin, I want to have another child too" Harry cut in. "Really?" Ginny inquired. "Really." Harry replied grinning with excitement.
Meanwhile on the other side of the house, Hermione was in a predicament of her own. For weeks, she'd been feeling not quite well. Her stomach was aching and cramping for a while. She'd also been feeling tired at work for about a month and neither a pepper up potion or a cappuccino could seem to get her back to normal. So she decided that today she was going to do the one thing she'd been dreading, taking a pregnancy test. James was watching "Fireman Sam" in the den so she was brewing the potion in the bathroom. It's not a though she didn't want to be a Mum. It's that she was scared. Yes Hermione Granger Weasley was scared that she'd lose another baby. She wanted to be successful, she wanted to be Minister of Magic, she wanted a career, but more than anything she wanted to be a Mum. Hermione took a vial of the potion and mixed it with urine. It takes a few minutes to change colour so she hurried into the den to check on James, who had passed out on the sofa. She took a deep breath as she entered the lieu. There it was, clear as day. The potion had turned a pale pink, indicating that she was indeed pregnant.
Ron came home to the smell of roast chicken and potatoes. He has no idea why Hermione was making his favorite meal, but he did know that chicken was perhaps the only thing he loved almost as much as her. He rounded the corner to the kitchen to find his wife nervously cooking. Her hair looking more wild than ever and a large book propped on the kitchen counter. "'Ello 'Mione" he greeted testing the mood his wife was in. "Ron, supper is almost ready, glad you're home" Hermione called as Ron put his work things away. When he returned, Hermione had set the table and poured them both butterbeer. Ron dug in to the meal right away and was halfway done with his plate when he realized that Hermione had been unusually quiet since he came home. "Hermione, what's wrong?" he pondered. "Well uh, Ron I'm pregnant. I'm sorry, I know we weren't trying and that I was supposed to take my potion. But I forgot and now I'm knocked up. I am so scared Ron, that we'll lose this baby like the last one." Hermione finished with tears in her eyes. "'Mione, I'm so excited! I love you and this baby and I don't mind that this was unexpected. And if we lose this baby too, I'll still love you. There is always adoption or fertility healers. You know as well as I do that blood does not make a family, love does." Ron replied, pulling Hermione close, kissing her lips and her belly. And with that the Weasley-Potter household went to bed.