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Rowling. Most situations are based on those created by J.K. Rowling.
Chapter Twenty-Three: Epilogue
"Emma!" called Mrs. Weasley. "Emma, don't do that sweetie." She stood
halfway in her chair, ready to run towards the girl. Emma, still on a
recent high from the fact that she was now five years old, was walking
along the chairs in the waiting room at St. Mungo's.
"I'm bored," she said as she hopped off the seats and walked over to her
grandmother. "How long is this going to take?"
"Come on, sweetie," Mrs. Weasley said, and she lifted Emma into her lap.
"These things take time, you know."
"How much time?" Emma asked.
"I can't really tell you that," Mrs. Weasley answered. "Everybody's
"Did it take this long when I was born?" Emma asked.
"Longer," Mrs. Weasley said simply.
"And Olivia?" Emma looked down at her sister, who would be two in just a
few short months, sleeping in a portable crib Mrs. Weasley had set up.
"Not this long," said Mrs. Weasley.
"But I can see the new baby soon, right?" Emma asked.
"Yes, soon," Mrs. Weasley assured her.
"I don't know, Emma," said Mrs. Weasley, "but I do know that we won't be
"How is everything going?" came a new voice from the doorway. Mrs. Weasley
and Emma looked up to see Harry and James standing there.
"Yay! James is here!" Emma exclaimed, and she hopped off Mrs. Weasley's
lap and ran to her cousin. The two children quickly moved to two chairs on
their own and started looking at the magazines the hospital provided.
Harry sat down next to Mrs. Weasley.
"No news just yet," said Mrs. Weasley. "We saw Ron a little while ago.
Poor thing is absolutely exhausted. And Emma is getting antsy waiting for
her new brother or sister."
"How about I take them downstairs for a snack?" Harry asked his mother-in-
law. "Ginny should be here any moment to keep you company."
"Don't worry about me," said Mrs. Weasley. "I expect Arthur soon. But
take the kids. I'll enjoy the quiet."
Harry smiled and gestured for James and Emma to follow him. "You want to
get something to eat?"
Mrs. Weasley smiled and sighed as they left the room. She was the only
person left in the waiting room, aside from Olivia (who in her state of
sleep was not much company). She glanced at the doors Ron had come through
earlier, hoping to see him coming again. She was certainly used to waiting
for her grandchildren to be born, and she experienced the same feelings
each time. To Mrs. Weasley, every new child born into the family was a
blessing and a miracle, and she intended to be there to greet her
grandchildren on the day they were born. So far she had been successful.
She had been present when all her grandchildren were born, and she was
excited to now be waiting for her twelfth grandchild.
Arthur Weasley walked into the waiting room and watched his wife. It still
amazed him that she could take his breath away. He love catching her
during these rare quiet moments, when she was off in her own world,
thinking. After so many years together, he had come to be able to know
almost every thought his wife had, and today was no exception.
He took a seat beside his wife. "Thinking about how your little boy is all
grown up?" he asked.
Mrs. Weasley started, having not seen her husband enter the room or sit
next to her. She calmed immediately when she knew it was him, and she
smiled. "You know me too well, Arthur," she said. "Can you believe that
our youngest son is about to become a father again?"
Mr. Weasley took his wife's hand. "I know. It's hard to think that little
Ron is all grown up and has a family of his own. Or any of our children,
for that matter."
"I'm just glad he found the right person to have his family with," said
Mrs. Weasley. "You know, I always knew Ron and Hermione were meant for
Mr. Weasley laughed and asked, "Is that why you got so mad when "Witch
Weekly" said Hermione was dating Harry?" Mrs. Weasley blushed and
remembered years earlier when she had acted so cold towards Hermione.
"Not my finest hour," Mrs. Weasley said, but she was happy to note that she
was not able to smile about the situation. "But, I really have known for
quite some time that those two would get together. I saw the way they used
to look at each other."
Mr. Weasley smiled again. "Well, then, it's a good thing Ron finally
noticed one of his best friends was a girl now, wasn't it?"
* * *
"So, Emma, are you excited to a big sister again?" Harry asked, once he had
gotten the children settled in the cafeteria of the hospital.
Emma looked up between bites of the ice cream sundae she was eating and
smiled at her uncle. "Yup!" she said.
"Are you going to help take care of the baby? I'm sure your mum and dad
would appreciate it," Harry said.
"She's gonna change diapers!" James exclaimed with a laugh, as though it
was the funniest thing he had ever heard.
"I am not!" Emma argued with him. "Mummy told daddy that's HIS job!"
Harry stifled a laugh and stopped the children's argument before it could
go any further. "James, why don't you tell Emma about what happened
James' eyes lit up. "Dad and I were playing Quidditch!" James exclaimed
happily. "And I caught the snitch!" Emma, though very occupied with her
ice cream, listened intently to her cousin's story.
"Can I play next time?" she asked.
"Quidditch is for boys," James said adamantly.
"James," Harry warned. "You know that's not true. For your information,
your own mum played Quidditch when she was at Hogwarts. AS did your Aunt
Angelina and Aunt Katie, for that matter. We were all on the Gryffindor
team, at some point or another."
"Really?" James asked, suddenly intrigued. "Did mum REALLY play
"I swear," said Harry. "You can ask her yourself."
"Will the new baby be able to play Quidditch?" James asked his father.
Harry smiled at his son. "In a couple of years, sure," he said. "But
someone will have to teach the baby how to play."
"Can I?" James asked.
"Of course," said Harry. "The new baby is going to need everyone around it
to teach it lots of different things."
"You think I get to see the baby soon?" Emma asked, this time trying to get
a different answer from a different person.
"Soon," Harry said, and Emma sighed in frustration.
* * *
"You're almost there, Mrs. Weasley," the Healer said. Hermione gripped
Ron's hand and groaned.
"You're doing great, love," Ron said, somewhat uncomfortably. Even though
he had witnessed the births of his daughters, and coached Hermione through
the whole process of labor, he hated to see her in pain - physical or
otherwise. With a smile he remembered the time he had thrown up slugs, all
for her. To show her that she wasn't - could never be - the filthy thing
Draco Malfoy had called her.
"Ron!" he suddenly heard Hermione call out, and his focus was shifted back
to the task at hand. Hermione groaned and pushed again.
"It's a boy!" the Healer called out, and at the same time the couple heard
the first cry of their son. Hermione lay back on the pillows and held her
arms out to support the baby as the Healer placed him on her stomach.
Ron moved his chair so that he and Hermione could look at the newest member
of their family together. The baby's eyes were open and he was looking at
Ron. Hermione shifted the baby in her arms so that he could see both of
Once again, Ron and Hermione felt the old feelings they had had when Emma
and Olivia were born come rushing back. At the same time, they shifted
their gaze from the baby to each other, and they both smiled, needing no
words to tell each other all the feelings they were experiencing at that
Ron reached a hand out and stroked the baby's cheek. "I can't believe I
have a son," he said. Hermione beamed at him, and even more when she saw
the look of pride in his eyes. She knew he loved his daughters more than
anything in the world, but there was something special to him about having
a son, a boy that he could pass all his "manly knowledge" to, a boy that
would carry on the proud name of Weasley.
"I hate to interrupt," the Healer said to them, "but we need to take this
little guy and get his all cleaned up. You want him to be presentable for
all that family in the waiting room, don't you?"
Hermione and Ron smiled at the Healer, and reluctantly allowed him to take
the baby. They watched as he got cleaned up. "Are we settled on the name,
then?" Ron asked, before leaning forward and kissing Hermione on the cheek.
"I think so," she said. "We only settled on the one boy's name."
"Jack," they said together.
"It definitely fits," Hermione said, looking at her son again, who was
being dressed now.
"I'd like his middle name to be Arthur," Ron said, taking Hermione's hand.
"If you don't mind."
"Of course not," said Hermione. "I think it's perfect. Jack Arthur
"And here he is," the Healer said, turning around and presenting the baby
to the couple.
"You want to hold him, Ron?" Hermione asked, and Ron nodded. He reached
his arms out and took his son from the Healer, and once again the couple
watched their new baby proudly.
* * *
It was a full forty five minutes later when Ron appeared in the waiting
room. Emma was the first one to spot him. "Daddy!" she called back, and
she bolted off of her chair and ran to Ron, wrapping her arms tightly
around his legs.
Emma's outburst caused the rest of the waiting family to turn in Ron's
direction, questioning him with their eyes. When she saw her father,
Olivia squirmed in Mr. Weasley's lap and was placed on the floor, where she
toddled quickly to Ron. He picked her up and faced the rest of the family.
"Well?" Ginny asked quickly.
"How's Hermione?" was Harry's question.
"Is the new baby here?" Emma asked.
Ron smiled widely. "Hermione's wonderful. We have a new member of the
family. A boy. Jack Arthur Weasley."
"Can we see him?" This question came from Mrs. Weasley, whose eyes were
already shining with tears.
"Soon," said Ron. "Soon. I want to take the girls back first."
"Certainly," said Mr. Weasley, and when he saw the disappointed look on his
wife's face, he added, "Let's let the new family get used to each other."
Ron nodded his thanks, and took Emma's hand and led his daughters back.
The door to the room was open, and Ron saw Hermione holding Jack, talking
softly to him. She didn't notice her family walk quietly into the room
until, "Mummy!" Olivia squealed, and she now squirmed in Ron's arms. He,
however, held onto her tightly for the moment.
"I found these two lovely ladies in the waiting room," Ron said. "They
seemed quite eager to see their mum and meet their new little brother."
Hermione smiled. "Hello loves," she said, and she patted the bed next to
her, gesturing that the family should sit. Emma rushed over and hopped up,
kissing Hermione on the cheek before leaning down and kissing her brother
on the forehead.
"Careful, Em," Ron cautioned, and he walked over to the bed himself and sat
down. Olivia reached for Hermione again, and Ron finally let her go. She
moved so that she was closer to her mother and settled herself in her lap.
Now with Emma on her left, Olivia in her lap, and Jack cradled on her arm,
"Girls," said Hermione, "this is your new baby brother, Jack."
"Ack," Olivia tried out.
"No, Olivia. Jack," Emma told her sister. "J-ack. With a J."
"Ack," Olivia said again.
"You're impossible," Emma said, exasperated. Ron and Hermione laughed.
"She'll learn how to say it the right way soon," Ron assured his oldest
child. He looked at Hermione, whose face showed a mix of love, pride and
(above all) fatigue. He watched as the three women in his life all looked
over at the youngest member of the family. He quietly walked to where he
had laid the camera, and pointed it at his family, unnoticed.
The three women looked up at the sound, and at the sight of the flash.
"Sorry," said Ron. "But it was a perfect moment."
"Don't you think you should be in the picture too?" came a voice from the
doorway, and Ron turned to see Harry standing there. "I just came to see
if you were ready for the rest of us yet, but I see I might be able to
offer my services."
Ron handed Harry the camera and then joined his family, leaning on the bed
to the right of Hermione. "You ready?" Harry asked.
"Ready!" Emma called out.
"Okay then, here we go!" said Harry, and on the count of three he snapped
the picture, preserving the moment in time.
"You can send the rest of the family in now," said Hermione. "I think
we're ready for them."
Harry nodded, and turned and left the room. Ron and Hermione took
advantage of the small window they would have with just the five members of
their family. "I love you," Ron whispered in Hermione's ear.
"I love you too," said Hermione.
Author's Note: Thanks SO much to all of you who have read and reviewed
"Hogwarts Reunion" (and "The Last Two Years" for that matter). I had so
much fun writing about the "adult" lives of Ron, Hermione, Harry and Ginny.
You can continue to read about them in the third story, "The Weasley
Kids," which I hope to have on the site soon. It will be stories and
flashbacks (but not as much as in THIS story), and it will focus mainly on
James, Lily, Emma, Olivia, Jack and Charlotte (Hermione and Ron's fourth
child; she will come sometime during the new story). Again, thank you so
much for reading and I'm so happy that you enjoyed the story!