A/N: This is my first story, so please bear with me. This story is AU from the Ministry incident at the end of Fifth year onwards.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters container within, or profit from their use in any form. All characters and the groundwork of the plot line belongs to the wonderful JK Rowling.

I was in horrible pain. Oh, how I wanted the pain to end, but I could not yet see the light at the end of the tunnel. "Come on, just a little bit more, push for me, push. You are doing so well." Yeah, right, if you only knew, I think to myself as I do what Madam Pomphrey commanded and push with the contraction.

I had been in labor now for 15 hours, and pushing for about 2 of those hours now. I knew what I was doing, and was ready to have this baby out of me. However, this baby did not seem to be in any hurry to make its appearance, regardless of what I thought or wanted.

"AARRGH! Bloody Hell, this hurts!" I scream, bearing down with all my strength doing my best to push this infant out of me. Madam Pomphrey isn't making things easy for me either as she is doing her best to keep me calm and focused, or Harry for that matter.

"It is okay honey, this will be over soon", see what I mean, he doesn't know what he is talking about. He doesn't know how much I hurt, or the pain he has put me through.

"Just shut up Harry, and don't think you ever will get to touch me again, I hate you!" The look on Harry's face is priceless, Madam Pomphrey just laughs as she says, "Oh, we are getting closer, just ignore her dear, she really doesn't mean it." Harry doesn't look like he believes her but relaxes slightly.

Finally, the contraction ends, I get a small break, but I can tell it will not be long before the next contraction comes. Hopefully that means we are getting closer, I really hope so. I am tired, and I hurt. I really wish Madam Pomphrey could have given me something for the pain, but she told me that it would interfere with mine and the baby's magic so I have to suffer and listen to these idiots.

Oh, here we go again, another contraction, and this one hurts worse than any others so far. Nowhere, in any of my research, did it mention how bad the pain of delivering a child hurts. Yeah, it says that there is some pain, but it does not tell how much delivering the baby hurts from the contractions as well as from the pushing.

"That's right, push for me, push." I push, and push some more. But this one hurts, quite a bit more than any of the others so far. "That's right, come on, I think I can see the head." Yay! We are getting closer, but it hurts so badly. That contraction comes to an end, Madam Pomphrey says, okay, take a short break then I need a nice big push when you are ready." When I am ready? How about now?

And right on cue, another miserable contraction. I push harder than I have so far, and feel like I am being ripped open from the inside. "AARRR, BLOODY, MERLIN, MOTHER OF GOD, AAARRGGGH!"

"That's it, just a little bit more, here comes the head. Steady, steady, okay, the head is out. Hold it there one second, don't push." Really? Don't push; don't you realize how much pain I am in right now? Why did you tell me to stop all of a sudden? "Okay, one more good solid push for me, that's it. Good job."

"WWHHHHAAAA!" Finally, my baby is out. Madam Pomphrey lays the baby on my chest as she says, "Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Potter. You have a beautiful baby girl." I look down and get a glance at my daughter to see curly black hair, and dark brown eyes just like mine. I glance at Harry to see the biggest smile on his face, I have given him what he always wanted, a family.

We start to count her fingers and toes when I feel like someone punched me in the stomach and I scream. Madam Pomphrey looks at me with a look of concern, puts her hand on my stomach then smiles. "Well what do you know twins. Give me just a minute to clean up your daughter and we can see about getting this little surprise delivered."

"What?" me and Harry holler at the same time. I don't believe it. There is another baby in me that I have to push out, just when I thought I was done. Not only that, but this one hurts worse than the first. Madam Pomphrey hurriedly cut the cord to our daughter, cleans her up and lays her in a bassinet that had already been prepared for her and then turns back to me.

I already know what to do and have started pushing. "I hate you Harry, AARRGG!" I swear, I don't know why but this baby hurts worse, a lot worse. That contraction ends, and very quickly a new contraction begins, before I am ready for it. I push, and push, and once again feel like I am making no progress.

Fifteen minutes later, I am starting to get concerned. I have been pushing like crazy and I feel like we are no closer to delivering than I was when these contractions first started. The look on Madam Pomphrey's face is not encouraging either. My only question is how did we not know that there were two babies? She did magical ultrasounds, so shouldn't she have been able to see two babies, or hear duplicate heartbeats? All of a sudden, at the end of the most recent contraction, Madam Pomphrey's face lights up.

"This baby is breech, I think I can see the feet. Keep pushing like you have been, this baby will be out in no time." Oh, well, that is nice to know. I read about breech births in my research trying to prepare myself for delivery. It did mention that breech births are dangerous and tend to hurt worse than normal births. I don't see though how it could hurt worse than the birth of our daughter. I am still sore from her birth, and this baby is not helping things either. I am hurting, and a new contraction begins which just makes the pain worse.

Ten minutes later, I am thinking this baby is in no hurry to make its appearance into the world, and that its goal is to cause me pain. I think this delivery is hurting worse than its sister's and this baby is still no closer to being born than it was when the contractions first started. Madam Pomphrey seems to think that the delivery is progressing just fine, "You are doing good dear. You are just so small that it is taking slightly longer to get this baby born. But I can definitely see its feet. Just a few more good pushes and we will have another baby."

Yet another five minutes of contractions go by, and still no baby. I am ready to kill Harry, and Madam Pomphrey. They are both encouraging me, but it is just irritating me more than it is helping. "Would you both just shut up!?" I finally just scream. Madam Pomphrey just laughs, but Harry starts to back away. "Oh no you don't, you got me here, now you have to deal with me." Harry returns back to me, just as the next contraction begins.

"That is it, good job, just a little bit more." I can feel the baby move further down the birth canal as the pain increases. Two more contractions later and a bunch of screaming, finally the second baby is born, a full 33 minutes after its sister. I can finally rest and Harry and I can meet our children. Madam Pomphrey places the new baby on my stomach as she states, "Well done, you now have two beautiful daughters. Now, relax for a few minutes."

Harry comes in close and we inspect our new daughter. She looks just like her sister at first glance, with curly black hair and dark brown eyes. However, she is smaller than her sister and just looks more fragile. I can see now how we never saw her in the ultrasounds. Her sister is bigger than her and just hid her.

Madam Pomphrey brings our other daughter back to us and takes baby number 2 away to clean. Before leaving, she shows me how to breastfeed baby number 1, who is by this point hungry as can be and s screaming her head off. By the time, I finish breastfeeding and burping the first baby Madam Pomphrey is back with the second one. I hand our first daughter to Harry and begin breastfeeding our other daughter who despite her little size eats like a little pig. Finally, she is finished eating and is burped and begins to go to sleep.

During all this, Madam Pomphrey has been cleaning up me and the hospital wing. Finally, it is time for me and Harry and our new little family to go to sleep for a little bit. Mine and Harry's little mistake has turned into a blessing, and though we have some work ahead of us trying to take care of twins and be in school, I have a feeling we won't regret making the decisions that have brought us to his point.