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August 26- Early Morning-
Harry Potter- Boy-Who-Lived, Becomes A Father!
By: Rita Skeeter
Well, readers, it is now 'official'! Yesterday afternoon, Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, married his expectant friend from Hogwarts, Hermione Granger. This is going to break many a witch's heart, as Mr. Potter has long been the most elligable and sought after wizard since Gilderoy Lockhart. And as previously reported back in March, I was specultating on who the father of the baby was, suggesting that it may have been Harry. Well, the truth has now been revealed. Due to an accidental addition to her drink last November, Hermione had no recollection of being with anyone when her child was concieved. Harry was unable to tell her, as he had also been given the drink. But! Last night, Miss Granger, or should I say, Mrs. Potter went into labor and was taken to a nearby Muggle Hospital where she delivered not one, but two baby boys! Yes, dear readers, she had 'twins'! And the effects from the potion have apparently worn off, as the mother now remembers having...*ahem*...'been' with Harry that night, and he remembers the same. The twins, whose names had not been released at the time of this printing, were welcomed by their parents and a great number of former schoolmates from Hogwarts. Mrs. Potter is doing well and she and the children are scheduled to be released later this morning...
Harry quickly hid the 'Daily Prophet' under himself as a nurse entered the room with the breakfast trays. She smiled faintly at him when she'd set them on the bedside table.
On her way back to the door, she whispered, "Don't worry. I know all about the 'Prophet'." Harry stared at her with mild surprise.
"Are you a..." She cut him of with a shake of her head.
"No. My parents are a witch and wizard, but me? I'm a Squib. Haven't got a drop of magic in me." She winked, turned and left. Hermione moved in her bed as she started to wake up.
"Good morning, Mrs. Potter," he said softly. "How are you feeling?"
"Surprisingly enough, good. I'm not too achy, yet. But I am hungry." She'd spied the trays sitting on the table. Harry jumped up to get her breakfast for her, then started in on his own.
"You know, we can't call them Baby One and Baby Two all their lives. Have you thought of any names for them?" he asked. His wife nodded.
"I was thinking that one could be named after you."
"You mean Harry James Potter, Junior?" She nodded again as she chewed and swallowed a mouthful of eggs. "You sure you want to subject one of our sons to that? I mean they're going to have enough to deal with being The Boy Who Lived's children."
"Yes, I'm sure. I've always known that I wanted to name my first son after his father, and since it's you, that makes it even more important." He narrowed his eyes in confusion.
"How?" he asked.
They need the name to go with the fame," she answered matter-of-factly. Harry laughed at her way of thinking.
"All right then, I get to choose his brother's name."
"Not Sirius. Please, Harry."
"No, no. Nothing like that. I was thinking maybe Thomas Albert." He waited while she considered this.
"Thomas Albert Potter? You mean after Tom and Albert, the bartenders that unknowingly made us the happiest people in the universe? That's wonderful!"
"And I think that we should take the twins to see them as well. I mean, they inadvertantly had a hand in their births, so they should be the first ones outside the hospital and our friends and family to see them."
"That reminds me, any word on my parents yet?" Her husband nodded.
"They arrived in London about three this morning and didn't want to wake you up, so they came to see the babies and welcome me to the family some more." He chuckled. "Like they didn't do enough of that yesterday at the wedding."
"Well, at least I know you'll never forget what day the twenty-fifth of August is."
Harry pushed his empty tray aside and moved to the edge of his wife's bed.
"How would I ever be able to forget the happiest day of my life?" He leaned down to kiss her.
"Ahem." Harry and Hermione both turned to see the doctor and Hermione's parents standing in the doorway.
"I was wondering if I could check on my patient before the babies' next feeding. If she checks out O.K., you can take them home." Harry smiled at the woman as he stood up.
"Sorry," he apologized, moving away from the bed.
"Harry, Love, why don't you go down to the Records Department and fill out the birth certificates? I can sign them when we leave." He agreed and followed Hermione's parents out of the room so the doctor could do her exam.
"Fill out the birth certificates?" Richard Granger asked of his new son-in-law. "Does that mean you've decided on their names?" Harry nodded with a huge grin and headed towards the elevators.
"Well, what are they?" Marianne Granger asked. Harry turned as he stepped inside the elevator and answered her.
"Talk to your daughter when you go in the room."
The doors closed and Hermione's parents looked at each other with exasperation. They had hoped to be told as soon as their grandchildren had been named, and not have to wait for the doctor to finish with their only child.
Harry got off the elevator on the ground floor and turned right to go to the front desk.
"May I help you?" the woman asked him.
"Which way is the Department of Records?" he inquired. She smiled and pointed to the left of the desk.
"Down this corridor, take a left, then a right and it's the last door at the end." He thanked her and continued on his journey. When he entered the office, he ran into someone he didn't expect to see there.
"Malfoy? What in the name of Merlin are 'you' doing here?" Harry's hand immediately went for his wand.
"Calm down, Potter," Malfoy drawled. "I'm not here to create trouble for you or your family. I was bringing something to my wife if you really want to know." Harry stepped back in shock.
"Your 'wife'?" Draco nodded.
"And to show you that I really don't want to cause you trouble and I'm telling the truth, I'll introduce you to her." He turned and went to the counter. Harry followed him, still reeling from the surprise. "Diana," Malfoy called out.
"Just a second, Draco!" came the cheerful reply. A tall woman with dark mahogany hair and bright blue eyes stepped from behind a filing cabinet and smiled widely. "Did you forget something?"
"No, I just ran into one of my old schoolmates and wanted to introduce him to you." Diana's eyes moved to Harry, who was hanging back a bit. Her own eyes widened with shock.
"Harry Potter!" she exclaimed. "You went to school with Draco?" Harry nodded with confusion. Diana came around the counter and held out her hand. "I'm Diana Malfoy, Draco's wife. It's an honor to meet you."
"Pleased to meet you," he replied.
"Now, what can I do for you?" she asked, returning to her post. "You must have been coming down here, because Draco didn't have enough time to leave the office and run into you anywhere else." Harry stepped forward.
"I need to fill out birth certificates for my twins that were born last night."
She smiled and turned to open the top drawer of the filing cabinet. "The doctor sent down their general information. We just need their names and your information and your wife's." She handed him a pen and pushed the forms across the counter to him. He filled out the forms, handed them back to her and after a bit more conversation, left the office to head back to his wife and sons.
"You'll never guess who I ran into downstairs," he said to Hermione, who was sitting in a chair by the window, completely dressed. She looked up from reading the copy of the Prophet he'd brought with him, intrigue on her face. "Draco Malfoy."
"You're joking, right? Why in the world would he be in a Muggle hospital?"
"Turns out he's married to the woman that works in the Records Department. And get this, she's a Muggle." He explained how the woman had known who he was due to one of her cousins being Viktor Krum and how Draco had obviously gotten over his Pureblood obsession. An hour later, with Thomas and Harry, Jr. fed and changed, the little family left the hospital and headed back to the flat that was where the whole mystery, now solved to the delight of the twins' parents, and which would have to be sold within the next two years as not only did Harry and Hermione's family grow, but Ron's and Luna's as well when they married the next summer and proceded to attempt to catch up to Harry and Hermione in number of children. The whole lot of them moved to a large manor house, bought by all four of the friends, where they lived happily ever after.