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harryron ([info]harryron) wrote,
@ 2005-10-22 22:29:00

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29 : Birth
Title: Birth
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry Potter / Ron Weasley
Prompt: Birth
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Written for fanfic100 and posted at [info]harryron.

The one hundred stories are inspired by Broke Back Mountain.

Ron looks back on one hundred memories of his life with and without Harry.

Enjoy.


Birth
****
We both had a lot to look forward to, the next summer.

I was waiting for Kate to get home from school; Lizzie had missed her sister, and Hermione had missed her good influence on her younger siblings.

Who knew it was Kate, rather than their mother, that the little ones listened to?

Harry and Ginny were expecting again, and my girls were next door every day, waiting for their aunt to go into labour.

One late afternoon in June, Charlie came flying through the hedge to say the baby was coming, and Hermione dumped little Teddy in my lap when she went to help.

It wasn't long before Harry turned up, bringing the rest of our broods with him.

The children played in the garden, eating whatever in our kitchen didn't need cooking.

Harry alternated between sitting beside me, clutching my hand and pacing up and down

We only realised the time when the sky darkened, and Lizzie helped me put the little ones to bed.

Harry and I stayed out in the garden, looking up at the flickering light in the bedroom of the house next door.

It was gone midnight when we heard a baby cry, and Harry vaulted over the hedge and vanished indoors.


My Big Damn Table.


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