Brixham House (On Temp. Hold)

1.5- The Last Piece

May 22nd, 2003

The last time Ron had heard Hermione scream, was when she was being tortured by Bellatrix in Malfoy Manor. His mind reeled, fear coursing through his chest as he listened with a bated breath for Hermione to quit hollering.

"What are you doing sitting in the hallway?"

Ron snapped his head up from his seated position in a plastic chair out in the hallway. George stood there, a flower bouqet in one hand and Angelina Johnson's hand in the other, she was still in Harpie practice gear.

"She's loud." Ron replied dumbly, causing  a flash of humor to skirt across Angelina's face.

"Wonder why, Ronald." George quipped, rolling his eyes. "You're her husband, you are meant to be in there you know." George raised a questioning eyebrow, noting that Ron was the only one waiting out in the hallway.

"Mum's in there, and Gin." Ron defended himself, glancing back at the door as another scream ripped through the air. "Merlin, does it really hurt that bad?" Ron squeaked, glancing back at George for answers. Though he knew George didn't actually know, he was his older brother and in his eyes, that meant he knew everything.

"I believe so yeah." George answered, slipping his hand from Angelina's to fix his tie. He had closed shop early the moment he received the frantically written note from Harry.

She's finally coming.

"When will it be over?" Ron asked, wringing his hands together as Hermione's voice faded away.  Only to gear up again for another ear splitting scream to pierce his ears.

"When the baby comes out Ron." George sighed, how could Ron be so daft all the time, he'd never know.

"I know that." Ron snapped, rising unsteadily on his two legs to peer in the window.

His mother was stroking Hermione's hair off her sweaty forehead, an outrageous bob that Ron didn't have the heart to tell Hermione looked awful. He didn't have the heart to tell her much while she had been pregnant. Ginny was stood nearby, in her own Harpie practice gear, getting her hand squeezed to near death as Hermione tilted her head back and let another scream rip.

"He won't go in." Ron turned sharply on his heel to find Harry smiling, carrying Teddy on his back in a baby carrier, with two cups of coffee in his hands.

"We've discovered." George laughed, side stepping as a doctor whizzed by, flying down the hall to another room. He hated hospitals, but his niece was being born so he was sucking it up.

"Why is she wearing her scrubs?" Angelina asked, peering over Ron's shoulder to see Hermione before darting away. Blood made her a little uneasy, and she really rather not see anything of the sort right now. 

"She was on shift before-"

"She was working!?" George asked shocked, still gripping the bouquet of flowers in his hand.

"She hasn't stopped." Harry laughed, claiming Ron's plastic chair to rest his legs. Teddy was getting bigger, and at two years old really shouldn't be in a baby carrier, but Harry didn't fancy chasing him around the hospital today.

"We aren't late are we?" Ron looked over to see Bill walking towards them, cradling Victorie in his arms where she was snoozing. Fleur was walking just behind him, juggling a gift and a baby bag in her arms.

"Why aren't you in there?" Fleur stated at once, pointing at Ron then the door to the hospital room.

"Claims she's too loud." Angelina snorted, leaning against the wall to fidget with her wrist guards.