George: George couldn’t keep still, he was either sitting down fidgeting, kept walking back and forth the room or stood on Angie’s bedside while holding her hand and giving her an occasional peck on the forehead. Not long now he would be a father, it hadn’t sunk in fully yet… He leaned in on Angie’s ears, smiled and whispered “You’re going to be a Mum.”

Angelina: The contractions weren’t too close together as of yet but were still painful as ever. Angie’s brow was covered in a thin layer of sweat as she sunk back into the pillows of the bed and took deep breath’s as she was told to do. She leant into George’s embraces, thankful for his love and support. A smile etched onto her face, the pain didn’t concern her at all when she thought about what she would have at the end of it all. Her child. Their child. “And you’re going to be a Daddy..” she whispered in reply, reaching up to lightly stroke his cheek.

Midwife: “Okay now, Angelina, we might have a short wait before this little mans here.” She waved her wand, over Angelina’s stomach, “Everything looks fine, but I just wanted to ask if you wanted any sort of pain relief, so that I can give you some now.” She smiled reassuringly at the couple in front of her, waiting for a response.

George: “Are you sure you don’t want anything?” A small crease formed as he looked at his fiancé. “I don’t think the little bugger would want his Mum to be in so much pain.. nor do I.” He said with a soft smile.

Angelina: Angie braced herself as another contraction hit. The pain seared through her and she quickly grabbed for George’s hand, puffing heavily. She shook her head, wanting the birth to be as natural as possible, though the piercing scream that escaped her said otherwise.

Midwife: “Well, if you’re sure you don’t want anything, then I’m going to do a couple more checks,” She smiled at the couple again, before waving her wand over Angelina and her bump. She took down a couple of notes, before turning to speak to Angelina and George. “Like I said, everything is fine at the moment, but your contractions may start to get closer together now. So I’ll keep an eye on that. Just say if you want anything for the pain though.”

Alvita: “Angie, Angie?” She barged into the room, with a huff and then smiled as she saw her daughter. “Oh, love. How are you? Silly question.” She gave George a kiss on the cheek then walked round to the other side of Angie. “Your dad and Jonathan are outside waiting. Actually a lot of people are waiting.” She stroked Angie’s head then kissed her forehead, “want to hold my hand, love?”

Angelina: Angie opened her eyes to see her mother bounding into the room, full of beans. She couldn’t help but smile at her full on attentiveness, that was her mother alright! “Mum… calm down. I’m okay… I have George’s hand to squeeze to death” she joked lightly, giving a warm glance in her fiancé’s direction. “Nurse… I think… is the gas still available?” she held hung her head in a little guilt. She had wanted to do everything naturally… but was now reconsidering. “Also George, help me get into my nighty honey… I’m not comfortable” she huffed and puffed, bracing herself for her next contraction.

Midwife: “I’ll get the gas ready while you change.” She smiled at Angelina before busying herself.

Alvita: She gave George a smile, “okay, I suppose it is his job, but you’re my baby and you’re in pain. I can’t help it, You’ll know what I mean soon enough.” She let out a little laugh and gave the midwife a warm and excited smile, “I’m going to be a grandma.”

George: He took out Angie’s clothes from the bag which Alvita brought in. It’s a good thing Ginny knew where to find Angie’s things, he thought.

As he helped Angie up, he couldn’t help but chuckle while he imagined his Mum waiting outside with the everyone else. “I think almost everyone’s outside already. Mum’s probably fixing Harry’s hair or straightening Ron’s coat just to keep her busy.”

Angelina: She shuffled out’ve her maternity jeans, tunic and underwear, not caring about the company, before holding her arms out for George to slip her nighty over hear head. “I can’t believe they’re all here already, he might not arrive for ages!” she said, flattered by their support and anticipation. “Oh god, does that mean that Hermione and Draco are in the same room as Tori?” she huffed, placing her hands on the mattress, breathing heavily

Alvita: “It is a bit awkward out there. But they will just have to deal with it, until this little fella arrives. Now, sweetie, have you got everything you need, want some water, pillows?” She asked, giving her daughter a warm smile.

George: “Besides, I don’t reckon anyone would try to do anything funny, not with my parents and your Dad out there at least.” He mirrored Alvita’s warm smile while magically folding Angie’s worn clothes and placing them back inside the bag. “Or some ice cream perhaps?” George asked, raising one eyebrow as he teased his fiance.

Angelina: “I don’t think ice cream is going to work this time honey…” she said, swaying her hips and bending her knees with her eyes closed, hands still clutching the blanket on the bed, trying to ease the pain. “Perhaps a little water please Mum, I’m a little bit ho- OWWWWWW!! MERLINS SAGGY TESTICLE OUCH!” she doubled over in pain “G-GEORGE…. MUM, OW!”

Midwife: “Angelina, if you still want it, the gas is all set up now,” she said, holding out the mouthpiece, “It won’t completely stop the pain, but it will take the edge off.” She smiled at Angelina again, before glancing at George and Alvita, “It will work best if you start to take deep and even breaths the second you feel a contraction coming and keep doing that until it stops. You may feel lightheaded when you do so dear, but that just means its doing it’s job.”

Alvita: she stroked Angie’s head. “I know it hurts, baby. I know.” She looked at the midwife, “I think you should take the gas, you don’t want to be in pain if you don’t have to be.”

Angelina: Angie grabbed the tube as soon as it was in reach and began breathing in the gas frantically, trying to dull the excruciating pain that was riddling her. She glanced at the mediwitch with apologetic eyes for snatching the thing out’ve her hands so suddenly, before whimpering into her mother and holding out her hand for George. She was seriously doubting her ability to do this…

George: He immediately grabbed Angie’s hand, silently reassuring her that he will be with her until the baby was born. How he wish he could do something… anything… to ease her pain. Turning to the mediwitch, he asked “Isn’t there any spell to make the pain completely stop?”

Midwife: “There are a couple of spells which can numb the pain completely for a short while.” She said to George in a helpful manner, “However, we can’t perform them without Angelina’s consent.”

George: George wiped the perspiration out of Angie’s forehead and stroked her cheek while he pleaded, “Honey, do you really want to go through with giving birth naturally? You know you don’t have to… it won’t make you less of a mother if you ask for some help to relieve the pain. It’s enough that you’ve carried him around for 9 months, a little help during his birth won’t hurt. Please? I don’t like seeing you in so much pain…”

George: George wiped the perspiration out of Angie’s forehead and stroked her cheek while he pleaded, “Honey, do you really want to go through with giving birth naturally? You know you don’t have to… it won’t make you less of a mother if you ask for some help to relieve the pain. It’s enough that you’ve carried him around for 9 months, a little help during his birth won’t hurt. Please? I don’t like seeing you in so much pain…”

Angelina: “But…. I wanted… To do it… Naturally, George! It’s…. Important… To me” she panted in-between breaths on the gas, whimpering. “I want to… get up… on the bed, please.”

George: He let out a small sigh and then smiled. “Alright, natural it is.” Then helped her carefully get up with one hand holding Angie’s and the other wrapped around her waist

Angelina: She clambered up onto the bed with George’s help, constantly breathing in the gas. “I want to push… Mum! Ow shit… When can I push I want to push!” she babbled, panting heavily.

Midwife: “Don’t push yet, Angelina.” She said, running her wand over Angelina’s stomach, “You’re almost completely dilated, so your baby will be here soon. Just keep taking the gas and make yourself comfortable while I quickly prep everything I need.”

Alvita: She stroked Angies head, soothing her and helping her with he breathing. “Not long now, honey.”

Angelina: The gas began to fully kick in, leaving Angie in a tipsy like state. She hung her head back giving a small cry of frustration. “Mummy! Please let me push… I can’t help it!” she said in a child like manner, an effect of the gas.

Midwife: “Okay Angelina, I need you to move your legs now.” She said, moving to the end of the bed with the equipment she needed, “They need to apart and in a comfortable position, so you can push soon.”

Alvita: “Come on, love.” She helped get Angies legs on the stirrups and kissed her cheek. “Just listen to the midwife, and don’t push until she says.”

George: George kissed Angies hand and looked at the midwife, “can she push yet? she really wants to.”

Angelina: She huffed and puffed as her legs were put in the stirrups, gripping onto George’s hand. “Make sure…you stay up this end…please”

Midwife: She examined Angelina once she was in position, before looking at her. “Okay Angelina, next time you feel a contraction, I want you to push.”

George: He laughed a little as Angie took his hand, “I will stay put, promise.” He rubbed her hand gently with a grin on his face, looking to the midwife. “He is ready to meet us then?”

Angelina: “Well it bloody well feels that way, honey!” she shouted, before taking a deep pull on the gas tube and pushing with all her might as the next contraction hit. “Aarnngghhh!”

Midwife: “This is the hardest part, Angelina, so I need to keep pushing,” she said calmly, trying to encourage her, “He’s beginning to crown now.”

Alvita: she grinned, “you can do it, honey. Push.”

Angelina: She continued to push as hard as she could through gritted teeth. The pain was unbearable and she screamed whole-heartedly until the contraction was finished and she was panting for Hogwarts. “Please tell me that I don’t have to do that again!”

Midwife: “Unfortunately, you need to push again, Angelina.” She said seriously, “We need to get his shoulders out. Once they’re out though, it’ll be easy, and you’ll have your son.” When she finished speaking, she smiled at Angelina encouragingly

George: The midwife’s words made him grin, “you can do it love, hold tight onto my hand and push.” He bit on his lip, wishing he could do something more than just stand there.

Angelina: She was becoming very tired indeed, the thought of pushing more mixed in with all the pain made her want to pass out. But as her father had taught her through her many gruelling Quidditch training years: ‘If you don’t beat the bludgers, you won’t catch the snitch’. So she took in another deep breath, clenched George’s hand in a death grip and- “Nnnnaaaarrrrrggghhh!!!!”

Midwife: She held out her hands, holding onto Fred as Angelina pushed for the last time. Fred’s cry echoed around the room as he slid into the midwife’s hands. She quickly cut the cord and wrapped him in a towel before taking him to be weighed and cleaned up. “Congratulations Angelina and George,” she said as she placed him on the scaled to be weighed, “You have a healthy 7lb 8 oz baby boy.” The midwife quickly cleaned up Fred, and wrapped him in a blue blanket before taking him back to Angelina and placing him on her chest

Alvita: Alvita let out a loud gasp as soon as she heard her Grandson cry, tears streaming down her face. “Oh, love. You did so well.” She kissed Angie on the cheek, “I’m so proud,” she looked to George, “of both of you.”

George: George pulled a face as Angie squeezed it and pushed. The next thing he heard was the cry of his son, “Angie, you did it!” He grinned, watching the midwife weigh and clean him, George’s eyes, unable to move from the small bundle. As Fred was placed on Angies chest, he bent down and lightly touched the blanket, “hello mate. I’m your dad.”

Angelina: She reached out for her baby, all pain and tiredness being automatically pushed aside. He was all that mattered. As soon as she saw his tiny face and auburn hair, her eyes watered and she couldn’t contain her happiness and relief. He was here. Fred Weasley II. As she cradled him close to her chest, Angie stroked her fingers over his tiny hand, tears now running freely down her face. “Hello baby…”

Midwife: “I’ll give you guys some time with your new son, so you can bond and show him off,” she said, walking to the door, “If you need anything, just yell, and someone will come running.”

Alvita: “Thank you,” she smiled to the midwife before her gaze quickly fell back to Fred, taking in his little body. “i guess I’m going to have to start getting used to being called Grandma.”

George: “Angie, how the hell did we make something so beautiful?” He lifted his head and caught Angies eyes, “I love you. Thank you.”

Angelina: She pressed her lips to the baby’s forehead and smiled up at George. “Well you are his daddy…” she said in a hushed voice, not wanting to disturb her son. She was in complete awe… George was right. He was beautiful.

Alvita: “You handled that better than I ever did, I think I cursed your father to kingdom come when I had you. Do you need some water?”

George: His eyes began to well up as he studied his sons face. He gently stroked his finer along Fred’s hand, noticing the contrast in colours.”look, he is the perfect mix of both of us,” he whispered smiling.

Angelina: “I know… red hair and dark skin go well” she said, grinning at him. “Some water and… I don’t think they sell ice cream here, do they? I’ll settle for some sugar quills though, please Grandma” she smiled up at her Mother and grabbed her hand. “Thank you for your support, Mumma Johnson. I love you”

Alvita: “I love you too, honey. I’m so proud. Now, there is water right here,” She poured Angie a cup. ” I’m sure they do, do ice cream but the second I go out there they are going to ask questions.”

George: George looked up as Alvita was speaking, “are you saying we should put them all out of their misery and let them know he his here? It’s up to Angie, reckon you can cope?”

Angelina: The palm of her hand rubbed small, soft circles over Fred’s back instinctively as she considered. “Well I managed childbirth so I’m sure that I can get through a few visits honey” she teased. “It’s alright by me. They’ve been waiting so patiently, I’m sure they want to meet him…”

Alvita: she smiled and held the cup to her daughter mouth, knowing she wouldn’t want to let go of her son to drink. “Brace yourself then, love,” she laughed.

George: “Okay then, if you’re sure.” He kissed Angies forehead and stood up, “I’ll bring your clan in first, Alvita.” George smiled and looked down at his son again before pushing the door open and shouting to the waiting room.

To be continued…

Astoria: Grabbing parchment and a pen, Astoria wrote out several notes all saying the same. Angie has gone into labour; her and George are at St Mungo’s. She wasn’t really sure what to put but she signed them and gave them to a maid to owl off immediately. She took a breath then left the room and walked up the stairs to the bedroom. “Blaise! Wake the fuck up.” She demanded hitting his arm, “I’m going to the hospital. Angie has gone into labour.”

Blaise: “Ow!” Blaise groaned, sitting up. “Bloody hell! I was having a good dream,” he grunted, rubbing his eyes. “Whachoosay?” he slurred, trying to wake up enough that he could figure out what she was on about.

Astoria:She huffed, “Angie has gone into labour. I’m going to the hospital….and come to think of it, so are you. No way am I sitting in a waiting room fully of Weasley’s by myself. Up, come on.” She hit him again then walked away, chucking clothes at him to put on. 

Blaise: He slid out of bed to put on the clothes, “Gods, you don’t have to bloody hit me!” he called out after her, grumpy.

Astoria: She rolled her eyes and grabbed a bag. “Can we really not have an argument now?” She walked back over to him, straightened up his shirt and took his hand, apparating them to the hospital.  She did a quick scan of the sighs and walked to the maternity ward, still holding Blaise’s hand. “Try your best not to give anyone the evils,” she asked before sitting down in the waiting room. 

Blaise: “You started it,” he mumbled softly. When they got there, he nodded, sitting down next to her. “I won’t give anyone any evils,” he said.

Molly: “Tut tut” she said on her arrival to the waiting room, seeing Astoria and Blaise already inside. She looked down her nose at the pair and pursed her lips before sitting at the opposite side of the room.

Arthur: Arthur Weasley sat beside his wife feeling quite nervous and excited. He bounced slightly in his seat and kept twisting this way and that, waiting impatiently for any news. 

Ginny:Following after Molly and Arthur, she smiled politely at the two other occupants already seated. She chose to remain standing near the end of the seats where her parents sat and busied herself with watching people run across the halls

Harry: Harry flooed along with Ron from the ministry as soon as they received Astoria’s owl. Striding out of the fireplace, he gave Molly and Arthur a warm smile and nodded in the direction of Astoria and Zabini before approaching his wife and enveloping her in his arms with a grin.

Ron: Ron followed closely behind Harry with a smile on his face; it fell as soon as his eyes caught Zabini. He swallowed and gave Astoria a stiff smile, walking over to his mum and giving her a kiss on the cheek. His eyes kept darting to a clock on the wall as he started a conversation with Harry about work

The Johnson’s: With a huge smile mixed with worry, Alvita, her husband, Dante and their son, Jonathon, arrived in the waiting room. She did a quick hello to the Weasleys and walked straight into the room to be by her daughter. Dante and his son awkwardly said hello to the others in the room before sitting down engaging in small talk with Arthur and Molly. 

Hermione: Hermione slipped in soon after, pushing her gloves into her pockets as she had just taken them off upon her arrival. She bit her lip nervously, her shoes clanking against the polished floor. She looked from side to side as she wandered into the waiting room, looking to Ron and Harry. She was a bit hesitant to go near them, as she hadn’t talked to Ron in awhile considering their conversation about her engagement to Draco. The idea that she couldn’t dart over to them was painful.

Draco: Draco cleared his throat, shoving his hands into his pockets. His face was still sour from his argument with Hermione about whether or not he had to come. He lost. As his eye took in the scene, he was glad to see that Blaise was there but less than pleased to see him so close beside Astoria. He felt rather estranged since he couldn’t really bound over to them and sling his arms over their shoulders like he had many years ago. His eyes strayed across the gathered company and he caught a harsh gaze coming from Arthur Weasley. It’d been quite a while seen he’d seen such a look. It seemed he’d always be running from his past. He shifted awkwardly, standing slightly behind Hermione. She may have won the argument, but he was right. He wasn’t wanted there. He looked back to Blaise and chewed on his lip. If he didn’t like Angelina so much, he could have ran off to avoid this awkward situation.

Blaise:Blaise looked up when he heard everyone make their entrance and his eyes met Draco’s almost immediately, at least when Draco looked back to him. He gave him a crooked smile, raising his hand and giving him a slight wave. He leaned in to whisper in Astoria’s ear. “I’m going to go talk to him,” he whispered before getting up to go over to him.

Astoria: Astoria had watched everyone arrive closely but tried her best to avoid Ron’s eyes. She shifted awkwardly, touching Blaise’s arm a lot and checking the time. Her jaw clenched noticeably as she spotted Draco and Hermione, she knew instantly what Blaise was going to say. “fine, just leave me in the awkwardness. Go.

Ginny: Ginny grasped Harry’s hands with her own at her side keeping his arms around her and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. She watched Ron walk over with a smile, glancing once at Astoria over his shoulder. “You two work too much,” she interrupted the two men, poking Ron jokingly on the gut with a finger.

Harry: He laced his fingers through Ginny’s hair, smiling down at her. “Nahh, it’s just a demanding job, sweet.”
Noticing Hermione and Draco’s arrival, he pecked his wife on the forehead once more before striding over to the couple, giving Ron an encouraging look to join him.

Ron: Ron’s gaze fell as soon as he saw Hermione and Draco enter. He shifted a little further away from them. His eyes followed Harry as he walked to them, he gave a sharp shake of his head and turned away. “How long does this normally take, you know to have a baby?” he asked Ginny, though he wasn’t after an answer just a distraction.

Hermione: Hermione kissed Draco’s cheek gently, “Come on, please don’t be that way,” she said softly. “If you really don’t want to be here…you can go,” she whispered into his ear before straightening up. Hermione couldn’t help but smile crookedly when she saw Harry start to come over, and she gave a slight nod to Blaise as soon as he stopped walking right next to Draco. Her smile faded just slightly upon realising that Ron wasn’t going to join him in speaking with her. Even though she completely understood why, it still hurt. She moved into Harry, wrapping her arms around him. “Hey you, miss you,” she whispered, smoothing down the back of his untidy hair, even if she knew that it was of no use

Draco: He brushed his hand across Hermione’s in a sort of supportive way. Pretty much where ever she went, he went. He couldn’t get out of it most of the time anyway. His eyes turned to Blaise. “Hey, mate,” he said softly. “Is it just me or do you feel the death wish washing over us?” He noticed Astoria’s less than pleased expression. It almost made him happier. Almost.

George:He stepped out of the room and was greeted by Molly’s high screech that could either mean he did something wrong and she was about to pounce him with all her might using her wooden spoon or something has made her extremely happy or excited to the point at which she pounces the nearest family member— which would, more ofthen than not, be George— with her wooden spoon. Thankfully, the spoon was nowhere to be seen. George was looking rather disheveled yet he was happy to see everyone there, waiting patiently while Angie was in labour.He gave his Mum a hug, a small nod to his Dad and addressing no one in particular, said  ”Angie’s alright. Her contractions are becoming more and more frequent so it wouldn’t be long now.” He then scanned through the small crowd to look for Ginny and asked “Were you able to grab Angie’s things?”

Ginny: Ginny pretended to be oblivious of Ron’s avoidance. “It varies from case to case but on the avera—” Her mum’s scream cut her off and the corners of her mouth turned up into a slight smile as she watched her gush over George. “Well there you go. Not too long now,” she told Ron before taking the bags sitting on the floor. She nudged the larger one sideways until it hit Ron’s foot for him to pick up and grabbing the smaller one. “This one’s yours. Can’t have little Fred doubting his dad’s Weasley charms,” she said looking pointedly at his tousled appearance. 

George: He scrunched up his nose playfully at Ginny’s remark, grabbed the bags and thanked her. He hugged his mum one more time saying, “I’ll be back soon, probably with a new Weasley in tow.” then went back again inside the room.

to be continued…

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Ron: Ron quickly gathered up the gifts he had lying around his room and put them in the first bag he could find. He almost tripped trying to reach his wand then quickly apparated to outside Padma’s flat. He looked down at the crinkled plastic bag holding the gifts and rang the bell.

Padma: Padma didn’t expect Ron to get the message in time. It had been posted on a complete whim as she had nothing to do that weekend. She was a bit of a loner to be quite honest. She saw Ginny, Luna and Cho from time to time but Parvati was half way around the world and her shifts at the hospital were awkward. She’d gotten used to it, but it was nice to have the company. As soon as the bell rang, she got up from the blanket that displayed the remaining un-wrapped presents and various ribbons and paper and unlocked the door . “Hi, come in” she said, running a hand through her hair.

Ron: He gave her a shy but sweet smile as she opened the door, “hi.” He walked through the front door, trying to take in as much of her flat as he could with out looking like some sort of inspector. “Glad it’s warm in here, if not I would be out that door and back in my room by now,” he joked, playing with the handle of the plastic bag.

Padma: She returned the smile as she closed the door behind him before making her way back to the living room, motioning for him to follow. “Ever heard of a warming charm, Ron?” she teased. “You should be toasty in no time. I’ve got a fire going. Erm, just make yourself at home.” she gestured to the sofa.

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Angelina: “George! We’re going to be late!” Angelina called up the endless staircase of The Burrow. They had about five minutes to get to the hospital for her 30 week scan and she was starting to get impatient. Ever since moving into The Burrow, Angie had grown into George’s habits a little too easily, including over sleeping. 

George: George swore under his breath at himself as he pulled the first jumper he could find over his lanky frame and jogged down the stairs, almost tripping on Ron’s jeans that were laying on a step. “For….will Ron bloody learn to put his clothes away!” he let lout a long sigh as he reached the bottom to were Angie stood. He gave her an apologetic smile and kissed her cheek, “Ready.” 

Angelina: Angelina couldn’t help but give her fiance a lopsided grin as he stumbled down the stairs to her side. He was so adorable when dishevelled, as much as it ticked her off. “If this baby is anything like his father then I bet the healer will have to send an alarm clock up there just to remind him to be born!” she teased, tieing his scarf about his neck.

George: George gave her a cheeky grin, “You have to build up the right comedic tension for these things…” he laughed. He watched her intently as she wrapped the scarf around him and smiled as he put one arm around her to rub her back lightly.
 
Angelina: Her rounded stomach was jutting out so much nowadays, she couldn’t even bend over to pick anything up anymore or even get up from the sofa without help! It was a pain, but Angie loved nothing more than being pregnant.  Stealing one last kiss, she then dragged George to the fireplace before flooing to St Mungo’s. 

George: George let out a winded grunt as she pulled him too the fireplace. He was always nervous about her flooing but Angie insisted and the mediwitchs had said it was safe. Before Angie could even step a foot outside of the fireplace, George had his arm around her and walked her out into the reception, almost like a frail old lady. He knew he was over doing it, she was Angie, tough and incredibly strong but he had to protect his family even if that did mean being over cautious and annoying. 

Angelina:  ”George, I’m not dying…” she whispered in a teasing manner, though she grasped his hand within hers tightly. She didn’t like hospitals at all, even though she was in there for routine check-ups every other month… they had a wierd vibe. They were immediately sent through to their appointment having arrived just in time. Angelina removed her coat and propped herself up on the bed before pulling back the hem of her tunic to reveal the large bump that was currently housing her baby.
The scans were almost identical to that of a muggle ultrasound. The mediwitch shuffled into the room, bright blue potion in her hands. Angie hissed slightly as the ice cold jelly solution was rubbed over her abdomen. She still hadn’t gotten used to the sensation… The mediwitch then pointed her wand at Angie’s tummy and performed a silent spell that projected the ultrasound into the air before them.  

George: The whole idea of a baby was still a rather overwhelming thought for George, he was excited but it was daunting too. A little person living inside Angie seemed like the most crazy and amazing magic he had ever witnessed. He watched closely, like he did every time, as the mediwitch prepared Angie for the scan. His hand clenched hers tighter as the image of little Fred filled the space in front. He couldn’t help but place a huge grin across his face, that was his kid, his son and he looked amazing. He kissed Angies hand lightly, almost in thanks.

Angelina: As always, Angie’s eyes teared up the moment her eyes laid on the little figure that was projected in front of her. That was him. Her baby. This little person was living in her! It was unbelieveable, the strangest feeling ever but oh so wonderful. She gripped George’s hand in a vice like hold as the mediwitch went over all of the checks.

George: George kissed the top of Angie’s head. She always seemed nervous when they ran checks but he knew Fred would be fine, more than fine, a Weasley.  Looking at the size of Fred it dawned on him how soon it is until he would be born. He suddenly felt unprepared in a way, but this soon subsided as he remembered the stacks upon stacks of baby stuff back home.  

Angelina: Angie stroked back George’s hair as the mediwitch scourgified her tummy and left to collect their scan photograph. “What are you thinking?” she asked, hand going to cup his cheek. 

George: He smiled down at her, “Nothing really. Just that he is already better looking than Ron.”  He kissed her lips gently, “I need to learn how to change a nappy.”

Angelina: She let out a small giggle “You and I both, honey. But everything will come naturally…. You’re going to be great.” she kissed him back tenderly.

George: “So will you,” he whispered as he waited for the news he already knew, that Fred was perfect.

Angelina: The mediwitch returned, letting them know that all was well and giving them their scan picture. Angelina stared at her baby once more, before handing it to George and holding her arms out, “Help the heavily pregnant lady up, Sir?”

George: George took a second to look at the photo before carefully putting it in his pocket. He held out his hands for Angie and helped her off’ the bed, drawing her into a sweet hug, rubbing her lower back. He pulled back slowly and took her hand, thanking the mediwitch and walking Angie out of the room. 

Angelina: Angie waddled down the corridor, holding onto George as they floo’ed back home. She immediately plonked herself down on the sofa, hands snaking protectively over her stomach. “Only a couple of months now…” she said to the bump, “I hope you grow up to be like your Daddy, although if you’re not as cheeky and don’t like playing pranks I won’t mind THAT much” she teased.

George: George watched her intently and smiled to himself. “You want a cuppa?”


Angelina: She looked up and chuckled at George… “Sure, go and put the kettle on Polly”

George: “We’ll all have tea,” he sang to himself as he walked in to the kitchen.