Happy Tuesday! I'm getting back into this routine of writing. It's a stretch from my normal activities. I wish I could only write like every three days, but for me that's not possible. I'm the biggest procrastinator it's almost frightening. I've been writing a lot more, which causes me to want to write at inappropriate times, like in classes. (We're doing a film analysis/comparison, and we have to watch Star Wars. I'm pretty convinced that it's just so my teacher, a member of MENSA can watch his favorite movie instead of teach.) I've gotten bored easily. Since I'm through with telling you about my personal life, you should read this chapter's Drabble, and be done. Then you should review… naturally.

James Sirius Potter

Tick Tock

Tick Tock

Tick…

… Tock

The entire Weasley family, including Teddy, was sitting around the drawing room of Potter Manor. The grandfather clock in the dining room just beside them was thumping loudly. Ginny had been in labor for three hours and sixteen minutes. For the small children who were absorbed in coloring books and candy, it was three hours and sixteen minutes too long. But, according to Bill, they were not leaving until that baby of theirs was "safely in it's bed." Since it wasn't exactly required of him to be upstairs with Ginny, Harry was sitting anxiously in the armchair by the fireplace.

Everyone was enveloped in their own conversations. Everyone… except two. Harry and Ron hadn't said a word. Ron was normally quiet, and since Hermione was upstairs assisting Mrs. Weasley and Healer Norman, and Percy was on holiday, he had no one to talk to. He didn't want to talk to anyone anyway. He was perfectly fine waiting for his potentially favorite nephew to be born. Perfectly fine.

"Ron…" Harry's voice was nearly impossible to hear.

"Yes, mate?" Ron said.

"Can you tell?" Ron gave Harry a look of confusion.

"Tell what…?"

"How… nervous I am…" Harry looked straight ahead, as if he was frozen in his position.

"I think it's implied in your facial expressions." Ron gulped.

"Right… Do you think I'll be good at it?" He bent over and glanced at Ron.

"You're going to have to be a bit more specific than all this, mate." Ron smirked.

"You think I'll make a good father?" Harry asked.

"How would I know? I'm not a father. I may have one, but it's not like I retained anything from him, I mean look at me." Harry laughed a bit at this.

"True… But, since you are, and have been my best mate, do you think I'll make for a good father?" He asked.

"No that, I can answer," Said Ron. "From being your friend for a substantial amount of time, I can say that you're going to be one of the best." Ron answered.

Harry smiled at this. "Really?"

"Absolutely, I can't think of anyone else I'd rather father Ginny's son, and mine and Hermione's nephew."

"Thanks, ma-" Harry began.

"Harry, dear?" Molly searched the room until she satisfyingly settled her focus on her son-in-law. Ginny's asking for you. We think it may be time." She gave Harry a warm smile. Harry smiled, shot out of the armchair, and bounded quietly upstairs to join in.

At eleven twenty-five pm on January 2nd, James Sirius Potter entered the Wizardin world with a mop of Potter hair, and the feeling of magic at touch.

So this was more of a Harry/Ron friendship chapter, considering there was no appearance from Hermione whatsoever. I really enjoyed writing this you. I want you to review and tell me what you think. Much love, you readers! xx