A/N: I feel like crying. My poor little story is leaving me! sob Yes, this is the end. El fin. Oh wow….that is a REALLY scary thought….okay I won't hold you out any longer.
(Yes, I know…odd title for the end of a story…just wait)
"So she's been like this for how long?"
"I guess ever since we came back from the doctor."
"Three weeks? She's been like this for three weeks?"
Hermione looked at her friend sadly.
"Yeah…all she does is just lie there and stare at his room and cries. I'm surprised she's still eating."
Harry's voice was weary and filled with anxiety. Ron was looking uncomfortable…feelings weren't his thing, but this was his little sister.
"Does she ever talk to you?" Hermione asked as she, Ron, and Harry left the doorway to James's room.
"No. I haven't heard her say a word since we found out about—about the band." Harry swallowed.
"It'll be okay, mate. I mean, the band hasn't attached or anything yet, so there's still hope." Ron said encouragingly as he and Hermione sat down in Harry and Ginny's living room.
Harry smiled weakly.
"So, 'Mione, when are you due?" Harry asked, fishing around for a change of subject.
Hermione sighed and rested a hand on her stomach.
"Well, the baby was supposed to be here two weeks ago! I went to the doctor on the due date, and Janet said it was the oddest thing….the baby still needed to spend two more weeks inside of me. She said something about magical powers developing or something like that…I'm ready for it to be over to tell you the truth!"
"Imagine, Hermione Granger as a mum."
"D'you remember when I thought that would be just horrible? I thought my life was completely over."
"Now look at you…possibly the greatest Healer St. Mungo's has ever seen." Ron said proudly.
"I've only been a Healer for a few weeks, Ron, and I'm not active until the baby is born." She said. "Besides, look at you! You're doing great! The Cannons have actually won a game!"
"First time in a hundred and six years."
"No! Really, a hundred and six years?" Harry laughed.
"Yeah, I'm serious." Ron laughed, "A hundred and six years. Crazy, huh?"
"Mental actually." Hermione laughed. "No, you're a really great coach, Ron."
"Thanks, 'Mione." Ron looked at her a little longer than normal; he seemed to have forgotten that Harry was still there.
"And we can't forget Harry," Hermione said smiling, "The best Auror the Ministry has ever seen."
"It's been great." He grinned, "But the best thing was firing that over pompous jerk of a 'superior'. The look on his face….it was great."
"Yeah, Dad said he was a right piece of work."
"Piece of work doesn't even begin to describe it." Harry said.
"Well, you're through with him now, and pretty soon you'll be a Dad!" Hermione said grinning.
"Yeah," Harry said slowly, the grin sliding off of his face, "I just hope I'm ready."
"You'd better be."
A quiet voice entered the room and the three turned to see Ginny looking at them, panic struck.
"What is it, love?" Harry asked, jumping out of his seat.
"I think that it's—"
"Time!" Hermione said jumping up.
"Yes." Ginny said.
"No! I mean, yes! Yes, me and you! Me!" Hermione said quickly, looking panicked.
"Huh?" Ron looked quickly from Ginny to Hermione.
"The baby, Ron." Hermione snapped, "The baby is coming, NOW."
"Both babies." Ginny put in quickly.
Harry looked from Ginny to Hermione, his face terrified.
"Both of you are going into labor right now?" He asked.
"YES, HARRY!" They screamed at him.
"Oh Merlin….that's why…." Harry groaned.
"As much as I would love to know what in the bloody hell you're talking about, darling," Ginny snarled, "I really think it would be best if you and Ron stopped gaping at us like idiots and took us to the hospital!"
Harry grabbed her arm and Apparated the both of them off to St. Mungo's, with Ron tentatively doing the same with Hermione.
Haha, are you excited? You should be!
The four friends had already checked in and were slowly making their way to Hermione and Ginny's rooms, when Ginny suddenly realized what Harry had been talking about.
"Oh, no." She said quickly and put her foot on the ground, stopping the wheelchair.
Ron quickly stopped Hermione next to her.
"What is it, love?" Harry said impatiently.
"Harry, we can't
do this now."
"What are you talking about?" Hermione asked.
"I am NOT having this baby now." Ginny said her voice cracking.
"Ginny, sweetheart, I don't think you have a choice, love." Harry said.
"Yes I do!" Ginny was sobbing now, "Harry, I won't let it happen…James is NOT going to be another game piece in a stupid prophecy!"
Ron and Hermione gasped as the situation hit them, and Harry quickly pulled Ginny into a hug.
"Ginny, love, you can't stop it. Prophecies have a way of fulfilling themselves. You. Can't. Stop. It." Harry said.
"Yes I can!" Ginny sobbed, "Take me home now, Harry! I'm going home! He'll be born in two weeks like he was supposed to be!"
Hermione stared at her friend, tears slowly slipping down her cheeks.
As Harry comforted Ginny, she turned to look at Ron.
"Ron?" She said timidly.
"Yeah?" He answered.
"I don't want to have the baby like this." She said slowly.
"Mione, I know, but you heard Harry you can't stop it." Ron said.
"No, no, I get that. It's just…I don't want to be a single mother." Hermione said quietly.
"Oh." Ron said, "You…you mean you want to get married?"
"Oh." Ron said again, in shock. "Well, ok, Hermione we'll talk about this after the baby comes, okay?"
"No, that's not okay. You don't understand me. I don't want this baby to be born as an illegitimate child. I want to get married now."
"Okay, come on, Hermione, we'll go and get you some meds okay?"
"NO. I mean it, Ron. I want you to—to go and get Lupin right now and I want him to marry us."
"Hermione, come on, act rationally." Ron said impatiently.
"No, Ron, I won't. I've been rational my entire life and for once I want to be spontaneous, completely off the wall with craziness."
Ron looked into Hermione's eyes and knew at once that she was serious.
"Okay," He said quietly, "Okay. I'll go get him on one condition."
"What's that?" Hermione asked.
"Let Harry get you some medicine."
Ron turned and started to run off.
"Ron! I love you." She said.
He turned around.
"I love you, too." He said softly, and then disappeared from sight.
If Remus Lupin had been shocked to find Ginny and Harry on his doorstep waiting for him to marry them, it was nothing compared to his surprise at seeing Ron. However, once he heard the situation, he hastened to St. Mungos and married Ron and Hermione. Ginny had gamely agreed to be the maid of honor, much to her husband's dismay. In all the commotion, it took Harry a few minutes to realize that his wife had fainted.
"Ginny! Ginny! What's wrong with her?" He asked, as Healers crowded around the unconscious woman.
"Get her out of here, stat!" A Healer yelled, and Harry watched as three Healers lifted Ginny with their wands and hurried her out of the room. He ran after them, Ron and Hermione on his heels.
"Sir," A Healer turned around as they reached two swinging double doors at the end of the hallway, "Sir, you can't come past this point."
"What do you mean? That's my wife!" Harry shouted.
"I'm aware of that Mr. Potter, but you can't come past this point. Your wife is….she's currently undergoing major surgery, and no one but a trained Healer is allowed beyond this point."
"But—she needs me to be there! We took classes and everything! We talked about all the possibilities!" Harry said frantically.
"Mr. Potter, your wife won't know you aren't there. She is not currently with us."
With that, the Healer turned and ran through the doors.
Harry turned around to see Hermione gripping Ron's hand.
"Listen, Harry, mate, d'you want me to stay here and wait with you?" Ron asked.
Harry shook his head slowly.
"No. No, you go and get Hermione to a Healer and stay with her. Please, don't send anyone up here."
Ron nodded then hesitated before pulling Harry into a hug.
"She'll be fine." He said gruffly, "You'll all be fine."
He clapped Harry on the back and then was gone.
Harry walked numbly back and forth outside the forbidden swinging doors until he felt certain the linoleum would wear out. All sorts of fears and memories were flashing through his head. Every time he would see a memory, Ginny would disappear from it. He was terrified, and wasn't shy about crying. He could scarcely remember Ron coming out and telling him that Natalie Jane Granger-Weasley had arrived, and he barely noticed Mrs. Weasley hugging him. All he could think about was Ginny and James. Were they okay? He assured himself that they were, that they had to be. He had no idea how long he paced, but sometime around midnight, a Healer finally came to the door and called him in.
He leapt to his feet and quickly followed the Healer to a recuperating room where Ginny was sleeping.
"Is she going to be okay?" he whispered.
The Healer nodded slowly.
"There were some major complications with the birth, probably a result from the fall, and we almost lost her, but she's alive, thank Merlin. She's very lucky."
Harry walked over to her bed and sat down on a stool beside it and took her hand.
"I can stay here, right?" he asked, his eyes never leaving Ginny's face.
"For the time being, yes, but wouldn't you like to hold your son?"
Harry looked up quickly. He had almost forgotten James.
"Yes!" He said.
Janet came in the room, holding James, and handed him to Harry.
"What's his name, Harry? Ginny wasn't conscious and we need it for the records."
"James Sirius Potter." Harry repeated the name that he and Ginny had decided on what seemed like ages ago.
"That's a lovely name, Harry." Janet smiled at him briefly, then walked over and held Ginny's other hand.
"She's a fighter,"
She said slowly, "and so is James. Congratulations, Harry. It looks
like you've got yourself a family."
Harry grinned at her.
"Yeah," He said, "Yeah I do."
A few weeks, later, once Ginny had woken up, she and Harry were able to take James home. They were discharged on the same day as Hermione and Natalie, and both sets of parents were ecstatic with their newest additions. Harry and Ginny pulled Ron and Hermione aside at the party given for the babies and quietly gave them the deed to their house.
"We're going to live at Grimmauld Place, and we don't really need two houses." Harry said when they protested.
"But, Harry, this is too much!" Hermione said crying.
"Just think of it as our wedding present, okay? It's the least we can do, especially since we're all in this prophecy mess together." Ginny said.
Ron's grin faded.
"I'm really sorry about that." He said.
"Don't worry about it, Ron. Whatever comes, will come, and we'll face it just like anything else."
A/N: Yay! The End! Ok, no, I'm sad. But anyways, don't worry. THERE IS A SEQUEL. I don't know when it will be started, but I'm predicting soon-ish? October…November…December-ish? Yeah. Anyways, in the sequel, just to warn you, it will skip straight to James and Natalie's seventh year! Or is it sixth? One of those. Anyways, I hope you've enjoyed the ride, and PLEASE review with ANY ideas or SUGGESTIONS for the sequel!