Eight months had passed since Cedric's funeral and Hermione was now in her last week. The residents of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place hadn't seen Molly, Ron, and Ginny since the funeral. They couldn't decide if it was a good or bad thing. All worries about them were put aside as Hermione's due date approached.

Fred played the future dad role perfectly. He catered to every one of Hermione's needs, even when she didn't want him to. He went out on the late night craving runs to get her peanut butter and maple candies and rubbed her sore feet after she had spent all day working on the nursery, making it perfect.

Hermione, Lavender, and Parvati worked endlessly on the nursery, making sure that everything was in its right place. They had painted it a light green before they knew the baby was a boy. After they found out the gender, they got light blue furniture. It took them three months to get it to the state it was in now, but it was worth it.

Hermione stood in the nursery, straightening things up. The baby was due any day now. Her dad, Harry, Sirius, and Remus were giddy with excitement, more so than Fred. Lily could, also, barely contain her excitement of having her grandson. Hermione straightened the picture frames on the dresser. She smiled softly at the one of Cedric, who would wave and blow a kiss. She kissed her finger tips and touched them to his picture. Suddenly she felt a sharp pain followed by a wet feeling. Her water just broke.

"DAD! SIRIUS!" she called for the only two who were in the house.

"What is it, honey," James asked, walking into the room.

"My water just broke!"

James quickly got her down to the fire place, calling for Sirius.

"I'm taking Mione to St. Mungo's now. You contact everyone and inform them that Hermione's in labor. Then get to St. Mungo's as well." James said as his best friend ran into the room.

"Righto!" Sirius said, with a mock salute. James rolled his eyes as he and his only daughter disappeared in the green flames.

Ten minutes later, everyone was in the waiting room. Fred and George arrived last, as they had to close the shop. Lily told Fred Hermione's room number and he ran to the room.

Harry had never been more relieved to see Fed Weasley in his life. He had made the mistake of volunteering to be in the room with his sister until Fred got there. Needless to say, that had been the longest ten minutes of his life.

"Remind me never to get a girl pregnant." Harry said, sitting down and pulling Nick into his lap. "I don't know how you did it dad." Harry shook his head, trying to imagine dealing with a woman in labor seven times.

"FRED WEASLEY! YOU DID… NOT DO THIS TO ME!" Hermione's scream was heard clearly in the waiting room. The group laughed slightly. Bill, Charley, Percy, and Arthur Weasley flooed in at that moment.

"Molly doesn't know." Arthur said as they took seats. James and Sirius paused in their pacing briefly before continuing, almost running into each other multiple times. Lily shook her head at this.

"Will you two stop pacing? You've been through this seven times." Lily said, starting to get annoyed at her husband and his best friend.

"Yeah, well, this is the first time it's been my daughter in the room giving birth. I'm allowed to worry!" James defended.

"Yeah, Lils. She's the Marauders' little girl." Sirius said.

"And she's awfully young, Lily." Remus added, his worry showing in his face.

"She'll be fine, guys. Mione's strong, she'll be fine." Harry said, trying to reassure his parents and uncles, as well as himself.

An hour later, Fred emerged from the room, carrying a blue bundle. He walked over to James.

"Would you like to hold your grandson, Mr. Potter?" Fred asked, holding the baby boy out to James. James carefully took the bundle from his soon-to-be son-in-law. James smiled down at the bundle. He was the spitting image of his mother, and by extension James.

"Hey, little buddy." James cooed, tears coming to his eyes. Lily smiled at her husband before taking her grandson from him. James hadn't cried after the birth of a child since he first held Hermione.

"What did you guys decide to name him?" Harry asked after finally getting his mother to relinquish her hold on the baby. He smiled down at the child, "Hi, there. I'm your favorite Potter uncle."

"Who said you're the favorite!" demanded practically all of the younger Potters.

"Colton Cedric," Fred answered proudly, watching as his son was passed around the room.

Molly, Ron, and Ginny flooed in to the main lobby. The nurse warned the group and Fred quickly took baby Colton back into Hermione's room.

"Where is MY son?" Ron demanded.

"He was never your son." Harry responded.

"Now, now, let me see my grandchild!" Molly demanded.

"He will never be your grandchild, Molly. You don't deserve to be a part of his life the way you treated Fred." Arthur said, grabbing Molly but the arm and escorting her out of the hospital.

"I'll get Hermione and her kid, just wait!" Ron said before he and Ginny followed their mother.