Ali opened her mouth in horror, as Wil shook his finger at her angrily. Mel was gaping at her as well.
"Trying out for Quidditch? Quidditch? Ali, since when have you played Quidditch?" Wil managed after what seemed like forever.
"I've always played, Wil. Cameron taught me when I was three," Ali responded.
"I- I never knew…"
"No, you wouldn't. In case you haven't noticed, Wil, I don't like girly things like everyone thinks I do. I like Quidditch, I always have."
"Ali, you can't play! You just can't," Wil said desperately.
"And just why not?"
"Because- because you'll get hurt!" Wil said as if it were obvious.
"Only if they catch me." Ali smirked.
"What makes you so sure they won't? You cannot play! Mum and Dad won't allow it! I won't allow it!"
"Who died and made you the ruler of the Quidditch field, Wil James Potter?" Ali snapped coldly, a glare plastered on her face. "Just because you are an hour older than me doesn't mean you can tell me what to do! I am just as old as you; I should be just as able to do things. Why can Andy play Quidditch when he's only eight, but I can't and I am eleven? Why is Mel allowed to and I'm not? How is that fair? I am just as entitled to play as you!"
"I- I....Mel back me up!"
"Ali has a point, Wil. And I don't have a problem with her trying out, I don't see why you do," Mel told their brother.
"But-" Wil stammered looking desperate.
"Wil, just drop it! Why does it matter? And if you really want Mum and Daddy to stop me, go ahead and owl them. I'll even help you, and they would tell you the exact same thing I am, it's not your job to protect me!" Ali said angrily.
"I just don't want you getting hurt." Wil said stubbornly.
"I won't." Ali replied coolly.
Weston looked from Ali to Wil to Mel then smiled and said to Ali, "So you are going to try out?"
"Yes," Ali replied confidently.
Weston smiled and returned to his friend, Jered Jordon.
~*~
"Look at this!" Ginny snapped as she handed a letter to Harry.
"What is it?"
"It's a letter from your son," Ginny snapped.
"Uh-oh, Harry, Wil's your son now!" Remus laughed. When the triplets were born Remus had come to live with them to help out, and he had ended up staying to help watch the kids after Ginny had gotten a job when Wil, Ali, and Mel turned five.
Picking up the letter Harry read it:
Dear Mum and Dad,
You have got to do something! Ali is trying out for Quidditch! Quidditch. She can't! She's never played! Though she claims she is good, and that Cameron taught her, I think she's lying. She just wants attention from Weston Wood, Oliver Wood's son.
Anyway, Dad, you have got to do something, anything. Ali shouldn't be playing Quidditch, ever. She is a girl, and I have never seen a girl other than Mel play, and Mel isn't the greatest, so how can Ali be much better?
Please do something; she won't listen to me. How is Mum doing? Has she had the baby yet? Let's hope it is another boy.
Mum, how are Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron? Dream said they are thinking about adopting, get back to me and let us know if they are still considering it!
Wil Potter
"He's joking, right? Stop Ali from playing Quidditch? I never knew she played, but I'm not about to stop her if she wants to play," Harry said.
Harry looked over to see Ginny, her face clenched in pain, "Ginny?"
"Harry, baby- baby's coming, now!"
Harry looked around, how were they going to get her to the hospital? They had no car, Ron was borrowing it. And Ginny couldn't Apparate in her state, or use the Floo.
"Remus?" Harry asked.
"I think we should get her upstairs, and then call Molly. She'll know what to do," Remus said calmly.
Harry and Remus half walked, half carried Ginny upstairs, which was chore as once they were half way up the stairs, her water broke. They finally got her into bed, though, and Harry left to Floo Mrs. Weasley.
A few minutes later Mrs. Weasley appeared in the room, and, saying soothing words to Ginny, she turned to Harry and said, "Where are those St. Mungo's Healers?"
Harry could of have kicked himself; he'd totally forgotten.
Mrs. Weasley could sense his thoughts, "Well, don't just sit there like a lump! Go to St. Mungo's! Or better yet, Remus can you?"
"Of course!" Remus said as he Apparated.
After Remus left for St. Mungo's, the Healers were there within seconds.
"Mr. Potter? She's going to have to have the baby here, and right now, she's ready to have the baby, now."
Harry couldn't believe it, now? In their bedroom? In the bed?
Harry went over to Ginny, who grabbed his hand.
"HARRY JAMES POTTER! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?! I HATE YOU! GO AWAY!"
Obviously another contraction hit because just as she pushed him she pulled him back.
"OWWW! No, stay! Don't leave!" Then she said something incoherent.
"What did she say?" Mrs. Weasley wanted to know.
Looking at his wife, Harry said, "She said she loves me, can't live without me."
Five whole hours later Lena Krystle Potter was born, on September 15th.