I run in at the door, stumble, and fall face down on the floor.
I hear everyone laughing. Standing up I see George, Ron, Hermione, Angelina, Bill, and Mrs Weasley. Ginny is curled on the floor, smiling weakly.
"You're here," she sounds happy but tired.
"We've been here an hour and a half," said Mrs Weasley and I kneel down beside Ginny. "Where were you?"
"Sorry," I wince. "I didn't realise how difficult it would be to Obliviate a whole supermarket full of Muggles, after they saw Ron's Patronus. I dropped my wand about twenty times, and I ended up smashing the security cameras... And then I lost the car keys. Five times."
Everyone burst out laughing again.
"Ginny's contractions are twelve minutes apart now," Mrs Weasley checks the time, "We're due another one in - oh, here -"
Ginny yells out loud with pain, and clutches my hand desperately. Mrs Weasley holds her still and she tries to move, to curl up, to get away.
"That's ten minutes." Mrs Weasley corrects.
Mr Weasley walks in then and smiles jovially at me. "Oh, I'm sorry, Harry, I must have gone to the wrong supermarket!" he laughs.
George rolls his eyes.
Nine minutes later another contraction hits Ginny. "Potter! This is all your bloody fault!" she yells at me.
Ron sniggers at this, and Hermione hits him over the back of the head. "You insensitive prat," she muttered.
Ginny growled at them, but had the grace to blush when her mother peeked up her skirt. George, Ron and Mr Weasley looked away.
"About eight and a half centimetres," said Mrs Weasley.
"Eight and a half centimetres what?" asked Ron.
Ron's face remained blank and Hermione whispered in his ear. He turned distinctly green.
Half an hour later, me, Ginny and Mrs Weasley were the only ones still there. We wouldn't have been able to get to St Mungo's in time, so we stayed at home.
"Potter, I swear to Merlin that you are never touching me - ever - again!" yelled Ginny, through a strong contraction, and it turns out that was her last one.
The cries of a baby suddenly filled the room and Mrs Weasley beamed up at us, and silently passed the baby to Ginny. We peered down at her.
"My baby girl," whispered Ginny.
"Her eyes are blue," I said.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "All babies eyes are at first, Harry," she laughed, her face lighting up. Her smile seemed permanently fixed on her face.
"What's her name?" asked Mrs Weasley gently.
Ginny looked at me for confirmation and I nodded. Ginny beamed. "Eloise Abigail Potter."