A Harry Potter Love Story: Gracie Style 2 *Completed*

Chapter 19

* * * * * Gracie's POV * * * * *

I lay in the bed, panting as I had just had one of the triplets, and was now holding him. I smiled at my son, Orion. Mum was crying and Dad was just sitting beside the bed, whispering about how grown up I was. Molly was, of course, doing the birthing. Ron looked sick and Mione, well she was hiding in Ron's shoulder. Since, well since Harry isn't here, my birthing coach was Ginny.

"You did great Sis. He's a handsome bugger. Most likely a prat, like his namesakes." She teased, smiling at the two of us in awe.

"Hey Gin." I murmured, handing him to Dad as I felt another coming along. "Merlin's beard, how long has it been?" I groaned, hearing a few of them chuckle.

"Five minutes. What's wrong?"

"Nothing Gin. I just wanted to thank you. You've been my rock here lately." I smiled, squeezing her hand. "I'm not hurting you, am I?" I looked up at her, worried. Ginny shook her head, giving me a reassuring smile.

"How many times were you my rock? Hm? No thank you's, I've been happy to help out Sis. Now give me a big push. One, two, three. Think of, think of-"

"The birthday party. End of spring, maybe a picnic by the lake. We'll bring out the cake and the triplets will all come running. You can tell them stories about just how amazing their dad was and how much, how much Harry loved them. I can picture it now. And we all know you'd sing them songs and read them stories before bed. Maybe one would even look like Lily." Mum smiled, smoothing my hair back through the tears. I pictured it.

Two boys. Orion and Al. Then my little redheaded girl.

It wasn't until a few minutes into the fantasy I realized this was the same fantasy I gave her when she was having the twins. I began to think, one more Gracie. One more. Harry would be so proud, come on, you can do it. Encouraging things like that. I took deep breaths with my eyes squeezed shut. I also focused on not breaking Ginny's hand. That would be REALLY bad. And I have her wand hand.. even worse.

There came my second baby. I smiled, panting as little Al came into the world. Harry and I never got a chance to name him completely. Not a second name. After seeing those memories, and remembering how he had protected Harry. I couldn't help it. "Albus Severus, that's your name." I whispered, watching them take care of him. "Ginny, I'm tired." I whined, looking up at her.

"I know Honey, I know. It doesn't seem fair. Nat only had to do it once, two of three of your mums only had to do it twice!" Ginny giggled, holding my hand until they brought me the second baby. Al. "I can't remember their names. Help me out?" She grinned, probably trying to take my mind off of it all. I smiled at the thought, squeezing her hand gently. She squeezed it back as a form of comfort.

"Orion James. Albus Severus and Harriet Grace." I smiled up at her, ready to get this over with so I can get to Harry. I rocked Al, resting my eyes until I felt Dad standing above me. "Hi Daddy. How's my boy doing?"

"Oh, perfect. He misses his mum though." Dad smiled, laying him in my arms. I smiled as well, ticking Orion a bit. Al made a half gurgle half cry, so I giggled, doing the same to him.

"Do you think he'll be like us, you know? Like James and I?" I smiled up at Dad, who was staring at the babies in a mixture of awe and curiosity.

He reminded me of Harry when the twins were born.

"Definitely. A little prat, just like Ginny said. And I wouldn't love him if he were any other way. I have bets, you know? I bet myself." I giggled, looking at the watch on his wrist. It's been three minutes.

"Oh? And what's that?" Mum chuckled, resting her head on Dad's shoulder.

"Orion will be the rotten one, and Al will be the bookworm. I bet Harriet will be the balance, the one who keeps the two of them in check. What else are little sisters for?" I smiled, looking over at Ron. He smiled back, but then the next pang in my side came.