Baby-and-Birth Stories of Harry Potter Couples

"You got the Overnight Bag, hun?" Angelina called into the house.
"Ya, just hold on a second." George called back. He grabbed the muggle camera Hermione had given them at the baby shower and tossed it into the backpack he carried. He shouldered it and speed-walked to the front door, where his very pregnant wife Angelina was waiting for him. Her hands rested on her bulging belly, and every couple minutes she would scrunch up her face in pain.
The couple made their way out of their little house to the front yard. Looking around for any watching muggles, George took Angelina's hand and they apparated quickly. A second later, they stood in front of the dilapidated building that masked the clean, white wizard hospital, St. Mungo's. They took slow steps up to the front window, where a wooden dummy wearing out-of-date fashion stood behind the glass. "Welcome to St. Mungo's. What is your problem?"
"We think my wife is going into labor." George said quickly. Angelina's breathing was speeding up and the scrunched-up face of pain was happening more often. A few seconds later, the dummy answered, "Please enter."
The couple went forward, melted into the window, and were soon inside St. Mungo's. The waiting room was nearly empty tonight, containing only a witch with a thumb poking out of her forehead and two wizards barking and growling feircely at eachother.
George and Angelina shuffled to the counter, where a middle-aged witch was filling out a form. "Problem?" She asked, not looking up from her work. "I think my wife is going into labor." George answered impatiently. The woman looked up and caught a glimpse of Angelina's belly, and she shoved the paper she was filling out aside. She retrieved a new paper from a drawer and a pen from a little cup on the counter and handed both to George. "Fill this out, sir. Ma'am, you come with me." She stood and waved the wand she had in her hand; a comfortable looking wheelchair appeared in front of Angelina. "Please sit here, miss." The woman said softly, "We need to get you a room." Angelina looked at George, then fell into the seat carefully. "Sip on this, you'll feel better." The witch said, handing George's wife a glass filled with light pink liquid. Angelina took the glass and drank hesitantly. Immediatley after the liquid touched her lips, her whole body relaxed and she smiled wistfully. She chugged down the rest, and the middle-aged witch happily refilled her glass. The woman rolled the wheelchair down the hall to the stairs, where, in one wave of her wand and a pop, the two women and the wheelchair were gone.

George sighed, then took a seat in the waiting room. He filled out the form boredly, and when he was done he looked around at the other people. The forehead-thumb witch was reading a Witch Weekly magazine and the two growling wizards were chewing on the legs of the chairs around the room like dogs. George stood and made his way to the counter and a note suddenly appeared there,
When you are finished filling out the form, come to room 946. Mrs. Weasley and a nurse will be waiting.
George assumed that his wife had told the Welcome-Witch she and his name, and that's how they knew their last name. Either that or she figured it out by seeing George's wild red hair. He looked at the floor list attached to the counter and saw that rooms 900-1000 were on the fifth floor. He ran to the stairs at the end of the hall and then jogged up to the fifth floor. By the time he got there, he was so out of breath he could barely talk. He walked as quickly as his tired body could manage down the hall, until he found Room 946. He knocked on the door, deciding that barging in wasn't a good idea. A voice he recognized as his wife's called lightly, "Come in."
He walked into the room, and saw his wife laying on a hospital bed, in a hospital gown. The nurse was preparing a potion on a table nearby. The nurse finished the potion quickly and handed the light pink fluid in a glass to Angelina. She drank a fourth of it in one gulp, and she quickly relaxed. She sat the glass on the bedside table and closed her eyes, smiling slightly. "Calming Drought." The witch answered George's unasked question. He nodded and went over to Angelina's bedside. He sat on the chair there and grabbed one of her hands with two of his own. Her eyes popped open and she turned to look at her husband. She smiled tiredly and George returned it.

In the next hour, Angelina went through 12 glasses of the Calming Draught, and she was still a bit antsy. According to her, the pain was getting worse and the baby was kicking hard against her stomach. George and the nurse tried their best to calm down the woman, but it wasn't working. The nurse decided to try and induce labor instead of wait for it to start.

A few minutes after 11 pm, the witch-nurse came in with a small glass of forest-green liquid, being careful not to spill a drop of it. She handed the glass to Angelina, instructing her to drink it all. She stared into the cup hesitantly, making a disgusted face. George urged her to drink it, and finally she did. She held her nose and downed the whole glass in one gulp. After, she winced in disgust at the terrible after-taste.
Not a full minute later, Angelina was huffing and puffing, pushing as hard as she could as she held onto George's hand in support. "Push!" The nurse commanded. Angelina crushed George's hand in her own as she pushed again. After an HOUR of this, all she needed was one last push.
"One more, Angelina. You can do it." George reassured, trying to smile as his hand throbbed in pain. She nodded quickly, pushed as hard as she could, in the process nearly crushing her husbands hand.
A shrill cry peirced the air. Everyone was silent as the cry rang out loud and clear. The nurse stood, holding a screaming and wiggling baby, with the umbilical cord still attached to the belly button. "It's a boy!" She cried. She wrapped the bundle in a blue blanket, and handed him off to crying Angelina. She held him close, singing quietly to the child. "Have you got a name picked out yet?" The nurse asked, washing her hands in the sink. The couple answered at the same time.

"Fred."

The End