James Sirius Potter: Birth Story

Telling Harry

Once Hermione left Potter Manor, Ginny took a nice warm bath for about an hour, just thinking.

She would be a mother, her; Ginerva Potter would be a mum and have a child with the man of her dreams. Harry. What would her mother, her father, and everyone else from her brothers to her sisters in law think? She was sure they would be supportive, to her face at least, but would they see her as too young to be a mother? Would they talk about her and judge her behind her back?

However, no sooner had that specific been blown up in her mind, it popped. Only one person's opinion was going to matter to her. Harry's. How was she going to tell him? How would he react? Ginny did not know the answer. They seldom discussed the matter. Neither of them had clear intentions of having a baby, or at least, they never made them intentions apparent to each other. Ginny felt anxious, no, scared.

She needed a distraction, someone to keep her occupied. Harry would arrive home at maybe midnight, possibly later if that Dolohov trail was true. The two years after the war, Harry and Ron along with other Aurors worked relentlessly hard to capture all the Death Eaters, and they were successful, however, a few slipped through the cracks.

After the bath, Ginny put on her jeans and white shirt, walked downstairs and into the big sitting room. She placed herself carefully in front of the fireplace and muttered 'Shell Cottage ' into it. And just like that, the living room in Shell Cottage appeared a cosy room which had a few occupants in it.

"Hello," announced Ginny into the fireplace as a purple haired boy whizzed past the picture, her six-year-old godson, Teddy Lupin.

"Teddy!" said Ginny, but a different child answered.

"'Ello Aunt Ginny!" squealed four-year-old Victorie Gabrielle Weasley.

"Hi Vicky," replied Ginny, "Is your Mummy or Daddy there?"

"Em..." said Victorie, jumping up and down making her long blond hair glow with the dying sun through the window. "I dink so, Teddy and Domi gone up stairs to get boppy off daddy, I no need boppy, I big girl, Teddy and Domi babies."

"Ok sweetheart, can you get daddy for me?" chuckled Ginny, smiling.

Victorie smiled back and replied "Yas," Victorie skipped away.

"Thanks, darling," said Ginny to the girl.

Ginny loved her nieces and nephews, so much they were the apple to her pie in a manner of speaking, Teddy, her godson was at her house frequently, and her niece Victorie and goddaughter Dominique, came a lot too. Vic and Teddy were best friends and Domi loved to follow them around (at least, she tried to).

"Hi Gin," said Bill pleasantly, jogging in cradling Domi while avoiding toys on the carpet, he crouched Down to the fire and smiled.

"Hey Bill," said Ginny waving at Domi. "Would the kids like to come over for a sleepover tonight?"

Bill nodded happily "That would be good, we've had the three of them for a week."

"Really?" asked Ginny, "Where's Dromeda?"

"Peru I think," replied Bill "She was going to ask you two, but Vic begged for him to stay with us."

"Oh," said Ginny confusedly. She wasn't entirely sure how she hadn't been informed of this and made a mental note to consult in Harry when he arrived home from work. "Anyway, floo them over whenever you're ready."

"Alright, thanks, Gin," said Bill thankfully, and he ended the call.

Ginny stood up and the clock chimed signalling that it was six o'clock, Harry should be home soon enough.