Disclaimer: These characters are not mine, although the middle names are something I came up with, not JK…never will be

A/n: Thought of this, and decided to give it a try. Enjoy, and review!

James Sirius Potter

If Ginny Potter knew one thing for sure, it was that she never planned on getting pregnant in the summer again. Britain was beautiful the summer of 2011, and she was almost full term. This meant that her mother and husband had become even more protective of her and that she could barely walk. She'd finally exploded at Harry over his insistence that she lay down and stormed, well, waddled out to the back patio for some peace. She felt her summer dress flow about her legs as she sat in a chair and fanned herself with an old slip of parchment. She looked down at her humongous belly and smiled. Harry and she had finally decided on names. They hadn't wanted to know the gender when it came time so they'd chosen a boys name, James Sirius, and a girl's name, Lily Jane. Ginny knew somehow that it was a boy though and had taken to directing little anecdotes toward her belly. Lately though she had been becoming less sure of her and Harry's decision to have children. They'd been married 5 years and had decided to just go for it, but now Ginny was getting cold feet. She heard Harry come out the back door and she smiled, it was almost impossible for her to stay angry at her husband. He wrapped his strong arms around her chest and whispered in her ear,

"I am so excited." He kissed her cheek and moved to the chair opposite her.

"I am too, but. What if we are horrible parents?" she asked, her face flushing slightly

"Ginny, you had the best mom on the planet. And with the example my father set, I'm positive we will be great at this." He leaned forward and took her hand, "Plus, if we suck we can always hand him over to Molly, I'm pretty sure she'd take him with glee." He laughed, and she followed suit, her worries slipping away.

"Thank you." She said as they quieted and then her face became surprised. "Harry, I think my water just broke." She said and he paled

"Are you sure?" he whispered

She winced in pain from a contraction, "Oh yes, it's time. Grab my bag, I'll meet you by the fireplace, I'll call the healer. Hurry Harry!" she yelled as she waddled through the house, she snatched her mobile and her purse off of the counter. As she waddled she dialed Mungo's.

"Hello? This is Ginny Potter. I've started going into contractions. Will you alert Healer Thomas that we will be in, in about 5 minutes?" Ginny gasped through another contraction. "Thank you!" she replied curtly and ten snapped the phone shut. Harry ran at her with her bag and she smiled at him. "I love you." She said as they stepped into the fireplace.

Harry grabbed a handful of powder and yelled, "Saint Mungo's, Maternity Ward!" The spun and seconds later arrived in the fireplace in the labor and delivery ward at Mungo's. Pavarti Thomas was there waiting with a huge smile on her face.

"I called Molly, her and Arthur are headed over here, Ron, Hermione and Teddy will follow soon. Let's go get you comfortable and on some pain potions." Pavarti conjured a wheel chair and Harry and she lowered Ginny into it. Ginny was grateful for the rest on her feet, and before she knew it she was whisked away to her own private room. As they got her in bed another contraction ripped through her abdomen and she had to clench her jaw to keep from screaming.

"Pavarti." She rasped out, "I'm going to need those potions quickly."

It seemed to everyone in the room that the baby inside Ginny's womb was becoming very impatient with the slowness of the process. As Pavarti administered the potions Molly Weasley burst into the room, a weeping, happy mess.

"Oh Ginny, I'm so excited! Have you chosen names? Is the nursery done?" Molly asked

"We're excited too mum. We've chosen the name but you will have to wait until he or she comes out. And of course the nursery is done." Ginny said smiling at her mother, remembering the day Harry and she had done the nursery.

They'd waited until she was showing to actually put the nursery together. They'd decided on a soft yellow with little broom sticks stenciled around the top border of the room. The babies crib was a mahogany set with yellow sheets and a broom stick mobile. The funny part was that Harry had been more excited than Ginny at the aspect of putting the room together. Ginny suspected it was because he'd never seen his nursery, nor had he any pictures to know what color it may have been. She thought that he probably wanted their child to have memories of the room. They'd spent a glorious Sunday afternoon painting and stenciling and then finally arranging furniture in the room. The crib itself sat in the center, because it was round. It was surrounded by the changing table on the far left wall and a dresser on the opposing wall from the changing table. Harry had refinished an old toy box and they'd filled it with as many toys as would fit.

Ginny was ripped out of her memory by an uncomfortable pressure in her lower abdomen. She looked at Pavarti and asked, "How long until I start to push?"

"Well, we can start now actually, this is the fastest labor I've ever seen. He must really want out of there." The healer sat at the end of the bed and put Ginny's feet into the stirrups. Ginny caught Harry's hand and Pavarti told her to push. Ginny could barely feel the pain as she brought her child into the world. Within three pushes a very mucky, but handsome baby boy was placed into her arms. Pavarti then took the baby away to get it bathed. Moments later, a yellow-swaddled bundle came back into their room, cooing and breathtaking. Pavarti gave the baby to Ginny and then stepped out of the room to allow father, mother and child have a moment.

Harry and Ginny stared that their creation. He had the Weasley Red mop top already forming on his head and Ginny's beautiful hazel eyes. The baby yawned, puling it's parents out of their reverie. Harry spoke first,

"So? Is it a boy or a girl?" he asked

Ginny lifted the blanket and smiled, "It's a boy, love"

Harry whooped ecstatically and then smiled at Ginny, "Our son, James Sirius Potter." And it was at that moment that they realized, they would be perfect parents.