Ron wasn't sure he had ever dashed through the grounds and snaked through the stone floored Hogwarts Castle so fast in his life. His heart was thundering, and he could have sworn it was doing double time on what it had been during the fights and very close shaves that he was sure had singed his eyebrows. Now, now none of that mattered, now there was more than he could have thought there would ever be. Now – if Ginny was true in what she said – he had a son.
Of course no one planned to be a Dad before they hit twenty, and he had been thrown into a tornado of emotions which was unescapable for many weeks now but it had all came down to this. He followed the trail of Ginny, almost overtaking her at various points in his haste to get to Hermione.
Finally stumbling upon the site of his mother, sat on the floor and cradling Hermione to her body, he froze.
Hermione looked pale, but rosy-cheeked in the same breathe, she looked frail and Molly was holding her gently as though she was the baby herself. A cloak had been thrown over the lower part of Hermione's body and her hair was stuck down and less bushy than he had seen it for a very long time.
It was then that he noticed Professor McGonagall, she stood a little way off from the scene but approached as soon as she say the two youngest Weasley's enter the room. After he saw McGonagall he saw that she held a long rich coloured cloak in her arms. She cradled the baby in it, swaddling it tight to keep out the chill of the stone walls.
That was him, his little boy, a baby that he had made and would vow to protect for the rest of his existence. McGonagall smiled very briefly at Ron, tilting her head she reprimanded,
"I'm sure you are aware Mr Weasley that I should be telling you about the ludicrous risks that you have taken and the irresponsibility of it all. Instead I will tell you that he is perfect, and that Miss Granger did an exceptional job of bringing him into the world. He will certainly grow up with an exciting story to tell."
She reached over a little, trying to hand the bundle to Ron. Ginny had to nudge him before he could follow through with the passing over of the tiny thing.
Ron wasn't sure he had ever held someone so small. The little boy was still muddied with blood and some other colours of fluid, he wriggled around, balling his fists and stretching them out. His eyes opened to look up at his Father and Ron felt as though his heart must have packed it in this time. The little bright blue eyes were perfect, round and innocent and so new.
He was a little bit small, a little bit skinny for a baby and he was a tiny bit yellow in colour but he was real, and alive, and he'd been born in the middle of a Bloody War.
"Aaron Ronald Weasley."
Hermione's voice was very quiet and lilting when she spoke but there was no doubt she knew what she was saying,
"That's his name," Hermione glanced up at Molly, her eyes were red and tired but she smiled a little at the older woman.
"Your first Grandson."