Alright! Here it is!!!

Ginny grabbed her jacket and threw her brother's to him. They all got ready to apparate and they stood by the couch.
Hermione quickly took Patrick to the babysitter's house, and they apparated to St. Mungo's.
Ginny walked up to the secretary, and whispered, something. When she cam eback, she gestured for them to follow. They all walked, looking for Taylor's room.

Two floors up, they found a door labeled:
#374
Under that there was a white board that, Ginny noticed, had FRed's quick handwriting on it. It read:
DO NOT DISTURB!!!
IT"S A GIRL!!!! I AM THE MASTER!!!


Ginny laughed silently, and rapped on the door. A deep voice answered.
"Give us a minute, no one's allowed in here while she's having the baby, except her spouse,"
Ginny nodded and sat down in a chair. The others followed suit, and they were silent.
From behind the door, they could hear Taylor yelping in pain, and Fred trying to calm her down.
Ginny crossed her fingers and said a prayer for her best friend and sister,
Slowly, Ginny started to doze, until she fell asleep.

An hour later, she was awoken by the heavy door swinging open.
"Are you the family?" asked the healer.
Ginny nodded and stood.
"You can go on in," he said, "The baby's fine,"
Ginny grinned, and roused the others.
They all stood and shimmied towards the door. Ron put his hand on the door, and let it hover there for a moment. Then, he pushed open the door, ready to see his niece.

Inside, Taylor was sitting on the hospital bed. Her was damp and in a messed up ponytail, and sweat rolled down her neck, but she was smiling. Beside her, Fred sat in the chair, with the baby girl.

At first glance, HArry could tell who the parents were. Already, she had brilliant firely red hair. Her face looked like Taylor's, even more than Lena's and Sam's, but she had Fred's eyes.

"Hey, guys," Taylor said.
"Hey," Ginny replied, "How're you feeling?"
"Good," Taylor said, "Let me hold my baby," she told Fred, and he stood to hand her the girl.
"How does Daddy feel?" Hermione looked at Fred.
"Daddy feels great," Fred smiled, "and relieved."
Everyone laughed at this.

"Have you named her?" Ginny said, putting her arm around Taylor.
"Yes," Taylor said, pausing, "...Celestine. It means heavenly. I think it suits her well,"
"Yes," Ginny smiled, "It does,"
"Well," Harry said, "We're gonna go... we're helping with the nursery."
"Okay, thanks," Taylor said, "You guys are the best,"
"Of course we are," Ron retorted, chuckling.
Ginny bid Taylor good bye, and hugged Fred. She whispered something in his ear, and then left.

Immediatly, the healer came in and nodded at them.
"We're going to take the baby to get clothes and diapers, okay?"
Taylor nodded and gave Celestine to the healer.
When he left, Fred fell back into the chair and sighed.
Taylor turned to him and kissed his forehead.
"You know," Fred said, "I really am relieved,"
"Why?" Taylor asked, "Because you finally got to see you baby girl?"
"That," Fred said, "and now I can do whatever I want with you and not have to worry about hurting someone."
He smiled slyly at her, and sat on the edge of the bed. She allowed herself to fall into his kiss and she felt relieved as well.
She felt his tongue in her mouth, and allowed herself to do the same. She pulled away and swallowed a few times.
"Are you thirsty?" Fred asked.
Taylor nodded.
"I'll be right back," Fred said, and he slipped out of the room.

Taylor sat up in bed. Already she was skinnier. You could see it right away, she was three times smaller. And she had regained her curves.
Just then, she heard a knock on the door.
"Come in," she called, holding her throat.
The door opened and the muscular figure of Cedric Diggory slid in the room. He looked defferent then he had on the day she had been jinxed. His hair was laying flat and he didn't stand as proud.
Taylor gasped.
"I don't have much time," he said, "I'm sorry. That's all I can say," He placed a kiss on her head and left.

Taylor pondered this until Fred came back. HE was holding a bottle of water.
"Here," he handed it to Taylor. She unscrewed the cap and drank deeply. When she was done, she set it down.
Fred leaned down to her.
This time, she didn't break away. She let herself be in his arms and she felt safe. She wound his hair around her finger, and kissed his neck. She smiled and felt content.
"Come on," he said quietly, "They said we can leave,"
"Already?" Taylor asked quietly, "okay,"
"Good," he smiled, "I'll go get Celestine and you change you clothes."
She smiled and kissed him again.
She remembered when they had first met and Harry and Ron had caught them snogging on the Quidditch pitch, and she remembered when he had asked her to marry him. She remembered how she had lied to her parents and only told them a month before they had died, and how she had felt sad, but Fred was there for her.
She pulled away and stood up.
Fred told her heid be right back, and left. Taylor watched him leave. She loved everything about him. She loved his hair. She loved his smile. She loved his eyes, nose, and ears. She loved his body. She loved his warm chest. She loved his smart brain and his nack for jokes. But most of all, she loved his heart. She loved him with all her heart too.
She couldn't wait to get home and be one happy family. Fred, Taylor, Lena, Sam, and Celestine; a perfect family. A perfect heart.

Okay, that's it! Finally I got that part out! Hehe! Sorry it took so long, but I don't have anything else written past this and I have writers block!!! Whoops!! Well, if you have ideas, I'm up for them, cause I'm really stuck! TTFN!!!