NO SIGNAL ➝ FRED WEASLEY [1] ✓

ONE HUNDRED AND THREE [ST. MUNGO'S]

FEBRUARY 13, 1999

The minute Amelia's water broke, Fred was panicking.

Well, so was Amelia, but she was too busy screaming in pain from the contractions to externally panic.

Bellamy, on the other hand, had spent the past eight months researching pregnancy and labor, and she was cool, calm, and collected as she Apparated the three of them to St. Mungo's.

Amelia's sister and fiance were on the receiving end of her pain-induced anger, and despite thirty years of dealing with her fury between the two of them, they were not prepared for the amount of curse words and swinging fists that came with her labor.

Twenty three hours later, a new life was brought into the world. He came out kicking and screaming, but he was finally here.

And with his flaming red hair, he was certainly a Weasley.

Amelia'a and Fred's mothers were the first to see the new baby, and the two women were emotional wrecks as they held him for the first time.

After the baby's grandmothers came his aunties and uncles, and each of them fawned over him more than the last.

Bellamy and George cried, although they tried to hide it.

Ginny had professed her fear of dropping the infant, but Amelia, with her hair sticking to her forehead with sweat and her eyes full of love, reassured her that she would do just fine.

Fleur spoke to the baby in French, cooing words that only Amelia could understand. French was their little secret language, of course.

"And have you decided on a name?" The assistant Healer asked quietly as she filled out the birth certificate.

Amelia and Fred shared a look, and they both nodded.

"Oliver Percy Weasley."

A man that had saved Amelia's life, and a man that had saved Fred's.

was writing this on facetime w my best friend and i BAWLED THE WHOLE TIME