Where's My Little Girl

"Where's My Little Girl?"

By: Liz R.

It was 12:58 in the morning. Who the hell would be calling at 12:58 AM? Stanley M. Granger DDS slipped out from between the white silky sheets of the queen sized bed he shared with his wife.

"Hello," he yawned into the phone, still wondering who the caller might be. Perhaps it was Mrs. Jenkins. Well if it was, he was sorry about Timmy's overbite for the last sodding time!

"Um, Mr. Granger..." a nervous voice said. Why it was Harry. What did his evil wizard of a son-in-law want at 12:58 AM?

"Harry, it's nearly one in the morning! If you DON'T mind, please call back TOMARROW..."

"Stan, who are you yelling at?" Mrs. Granger asked. "If that's Mrs. Jenkins again, I'm calling the police..."

"It's that idiot son-in-law of ours," Mr. Granger growled. He hated his son-in-law with a fiery passion for stealing his baby girl away from him. That day when Hermione had come home bearing news of engagement...how could she have been engaged? She was fourteen, wasn't she? But his wife had assured him that Hermione was turning eighteen in September. (The point is, Mr. Granger was never home, and didn't know his ass from a hole in the ground about his daughter...but don't tell him I said that...) Why he hated Harry almost as much as he hated seeing 'Jenkins, Timothy G.' on his list of patients for the day! And THAT, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, was SAYING something.

Mrs. Granger took the phone. "Harry, what's wrong?" As he answered, Mrs. Granger's face went rigid. "We'll be right there." She hung up the phone. "STAN! GET DRESSED!" she wailed. Her husband obliged.

"What's going on?" Mr. Granger asked his wife irritably as she drove the car to...wherever it was they were going. "Where are we rushing off to?"

"The hospital of course! Hermione is having the baby, Stan!"

Oh, and that was another thing...the jerk had gotten her pregnant, and damn fast too. A week after they got married, that's how fast! He'd always remember that fateful night...

***("Ladies and gentlemen, I'm about to travel through time, I bid you adieu... ")***

3 October was both Mr. Granger's father's and Mrs. Granger's mother's birthday. They were having a double birthday party for them with all the relatives from both sides.

Hermione came rushing in late. Still being considered a child, it would take more than this to catch anyone's full attention. She sat next to her hot new husband and whispered excitedly in his ear. He kept stuttering things back.

The adults noticed this, and wondered for a few seconds what was happening. Then they resumed talking.

Suddenly, a few seconds later, Hermione's voice exploded in the direction of Harry, "That's right; you're going to be a daddy!" The room went deadly quiet. Hermione and Harry didn't seem to notice, as they were rolling all over each other, kissing and giggling.

Thus, it had TRULY begun.

***Back to the present***

When they reached the hospital, a wizard's hospital (Stan wanted to gag), they were pointed in the direction of the St. Mungo's Women and Babies Center.

They asked for directions to room 127. When they arrived outside the door, Mrs. Granger turned to her husband. "Brace yourself, Gramps, you about to become a grandpa at forty-six."

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