(7 Years Later)

"C'mon baby…push. Just one more try. Go on…push." He said, gripping her hand tighter.

"AGGGHHHH…I CAN'T" She screamed.

"Yes you can…just push. We'll do it together."

The couple took a deep breath in, and with one more great push, there was a scream…a beautiful sound. The baby wailed, feeling utterly exposed and frightened being in a new world. And then the baby was cleaned and wrapped. The proud father took the baby in his arms and started out towards the waiting area. He would introduce his child to the rest of his family. The father walked towards the waiting family members, and presented his beautiful boy to the waiting red-heads.

"James Sirius Potter. Isn't he handsome?" Harry said, holding his son up for the family to see. "Ginny's fine. She's tired, and of course anxious to get out, but she wanted you to all see our beautiful baby boy." Harry couldn't stop smiling as he handed his son the Molly Weasley, who was crying.

After 6 years of playing for the Holyhead Harpies, Ginny Potter had retired to, as she said, "pop out a few babies" with her husband. Harry and Ginny had been blissfully happy, and lived in nearby Godric's Hollow, just a few skips away from the burrow. Harry was a captain of his own auror team, but when Ginny said she had wanted to start a family, he stepped back to strategist. Now, he helped develop attacks, spells, protections, and occasionally, he helped train.

Molly passed little James around, and he eventually found himself in the caring arms of the only non red-head of the family. A bushy haired woman, with chocolate brown eyes, and a beaming smile. "He's perfect Harry. Looks just like Ginny." Hermione said, rocking the tiny bundle. "You'll be a great father." Ron stepped up behind her and looked over her shoulder at his adorable nephew. When Ginny became pregnant, Ron had finally acknowledged and accepted that his best mate was indeed having sex with his baby sister, but looking down at his nephew, he decided it would be alright.

"It'll be our turn soon." Ronald said as he snaked his arm around Hermione's very pregnant belly. They hadn't planned for the pregnancy, and there had been many a tear shed, but both Ron and Hermione were comfortably happy now that she was nearing her due date. She had found out about her pregnancy only 2 months after Harry and Ginny had announced theirs. Hermione went to the healer more than a normal woman would, but she had reason to. She never complained about the baby's movement, and lived each day, enjoying her pregnancy.

Everyone was shocked when Hermione gave birth to another girl. The tiny baby was almost the exact opposite of Bella Grace. She had brown eyes, instead of blue…red hair instead of brown. Rose Jean Granger-Weasley, and she was completely in love with her mother. Hermione quit her job at the Ministry, unable to part with the beautiful little girl that had been born to her. She and Ginny would spend their days lounging around the house, while both their kids slept in the same crib. Harry and Ron were so proud, they could barely contain themselves.

In the coming months, everyone was shocked to find that Ginny was expecting again. Harry just shrugged his shoulders and hugged his wife. "Life happens fast," he said. It would be a full 2 years later before Hermione would give birth to her son, Hugo Bilius Granger-Weasley, and their family would be complete. Ginny on the other hand, like her mother, did not stop until she got her daughter. Albus Severus had been born less than a year and a half after James Sirius, and 2 years after that, she had given birth to Lillian Ginerva Potter.

It's funny how life happens, the joys and the tragedies. Hermione and Ron had brought 3 children into the world, and only two had lived. They never forgot their first born, and sometimes, when Rose would look to her mother for comfort, she would feel the smallest pang of guilt that she hadn't been able to help her first born. Still, she had that precious picture of her daughter and Ron, and she kept it framed on her dresser, along with photos of her other two children. Life was different than how she had imagined it, but it was precious none the less. It was as Harry said it was…Life Happens Fast.