Aria Black and the Battle for Hogwarts

Bonus Scene

"Are you sure you can fly, Ari?" Fred asks me.

We are going to fly to Liverpool to see Angelina's first Quidditch game.

I roll my eyes. "Of course I can! I'm not dying of deadly disease!" I snap.

I'm nine months pregnant with Fred and I's first child. We are very excited, but this concerned husband thing really gets on my nerves.

Fred doesn't reply, just mounts his broom, and looks at me to see if I'm ready.

I kick off the ground, and embrace the beautiful night sky.

I wanted to apparate, or take a port key, but Fred thought the spinning would make me ill. We can't Floo either, because there aren't any fireplaces anywhere near the pitch.

We fly slowly and smoothly for quite a while. When we get over Liverpool, Fred grins at me. "Isn't it great Ari?" He asks. "Why're you pulling down?"

I don't reply. Contractions are getting faster. It's time.

"Ari?"

"I'M IN LABOR!" I scream, for all the world to hear.

"Oh Merlin, Ari!" Fred exclaims. "I'll send a message to St. Mungos. EXPECTO PATRONUM!" A silvery prairie dog bursts out of his wand. "To St. Mungos: Aria is in labor in Liverpool! Come quick!"

***

We managed to get me into an abandoned warehouse, so I don't have a baby in the road. Fred is not equipped to deliver a baby, and apparently I am not qualified to have one.

"Just push, Ari." Fred cries.

I let out an agonized scream. "DON'T FREAKING TELL ME TO PUSH, DO YOU KNOW WHAT HAVING A BABY IS LIKE?"

Fred stops and thinks for a moment. "Not really." He muses.

I glare at him. "GET THIS THING OUT OF ME!" I yell. "AHHHH!"

"It's okay, Ari, it's okay, you can do it baby, you can do it." Fred soothes.

I push, and apparently squeeze Fred's hand really hard, because he yelps.

"WHERE'RE THE HEALERS!!!!!"

"A few more pushes, Ari, I can see the head!" Fred says. His eyes bug. "Ari, there are two heads."

What?

"TWO CHILDREN!!!!!!!!!" I shout. I calm down and give him a scared expression. "Fred, it hurts. Bad."

"You've got this, Ari!" Fred cheers, smiling at me comfortingly. "It's okay. We'll go out for ice cream after this, alright? Ice cream."

"Ice cream." I mutter.

I push again with another scream.

An hour later, I yell, "I THOUGHT YOU SAID ONLY A FEW MORE!!"

"I never said I was a Healer!" Fred cries.

"We are not having any more children!" I screech.

Fred's eyes bulge, but not because of my shouting. "Ari," he says, looking shocked. "we have a boy."

Another painful contraction hits and I scream, "AHHHHHH. ICE CREAM!!!!!!"

"Ari, the girl's out."

I grin at him. "We're parents, Freddie."

He kisses my forehead, and puts my daughter into my arms. She has pale skin and light hair. Her is long, just like mine. She is beautiful.

"Angelina?" Fred suggests. I smile in reply. "Our daughter, Angelina."

"Hi Angelina." I say, looking down at her. "Mommy's ready to have some ice cream."

Fred smirks, and we switch babies. My son is adorable. It feels really good to call him that. He has red hair, and loads of freckles. The child looks up at me and sticks his tongue limply out his mouth before going, "Ha... poo!" He already knows how to fake sneeze!

Surely only one name can suit this child.

Fred and I look at each other, one word forming on our lips. "George."

And I feel a ginger up in the heavens smile down on us.