Sirius and Remus were pacing back and forth across the hallway, shooting nervous glances at each other after being summoned to the hospital by Dumbledore. Their son and soon to be daughter in law were in there having their babies almost ten weeks early, and there was nothing either man could do to make it better for the kids.
Both men would have loved to be at the ministry, tearing Ron Weasley limb from limb, but they were both fairly sure that Tonks and Kingsley, who were both very fond of Harry and Hermione, would take care of the wanker for them.
Sirius was about to turn and pace back across the hall when the delivery room doors banged open and a medi-witch and medi-wizard came barreling out the door with a tiny blue bundle in a rolling crib.
"Hey!" Sirius called out. "Hey! That's my grandson! Where are you taking him."
The medi-wizard motioned for his female partner to take the baby on to the NICU, while he stopped to explain what was going on. "Miss Granger still has to give birth to your granddaughter. Your grandson seems to be perfectly healthy, but will probably have to go on a little oxygen supplementation. Medi-Witch Luna is taking him on to the NICU to be evaluated and have his blood oxygen checked. As soon as your granddaughter is born and evaluated, you can come and see them. Parents, Grandparents and siblings are allowed in the NICU. Anyone else will have to wait until baby comes home. Do you have any other questions?"
When Remus and Sirius both shook their heads, medi-wizard Marcus took off down the hall after their grandson and the medi-witch that was pushing him toward the NICU.
The two wizards resumed their pacing, and were now alone in the hallway, as Albus and Severus had both left. Albus went to collect Hermione's parents and Severus had went back to the school because he just plain wanted out of the cheery maternity ward.
Just as they thought their heads would explode from stress, Albus came around the corner with Jean and Jonathan Granger. Remus hugged Jean, having become friends with her during the planning of Harry's and Hermione's wedding.
"They've got the boy in the NICU checking him out, he might need oxygen supplementation but otherwise, he's perfect. We're waiting on our princess." Remus told her, before she had a chance to ask.
Both Sirius and Remus shook hands with Hermione's father, and Albus motioned them all into chairs and conjured a floating tea pot and 4 cups. "I must be going now," he said, turning to leave. "Do update me when the little lady is with us."
A chorus of "Thank you Albus," was heard from all four waiting grandparents, and Dumbledore headed back down the hall to the public floo.
No one touched their tea, so the paisley printed cups just sat, floating in mid air, in front of them as they sat quietly, until Jonathan Granger stood and began to pace up and down the hall. Sirius soon joined him, and Remus wasn't far behind. Jean was the only one left sitting and she shook her head at the poor nervous grandfathers.
Just then, an entire team of healers and medis came barreling out of the delivery room, surrounding a tiny cot with what they knew must be their granddaughter in it. They started toward it, but the team was running down the hall, and Harry came out hot on their heels, chasing his baby girl.
Sirius grabbed Harry's arm. "Son, what's going on?"
"Hermione's out. Cesaraen section because she was breech. Hermione's ok. Potions didn't work on the baby. She's got a tube to help her breathe. Gotta get to the NICU and be with her. Go be with Hermione." Harry spit out quickly, shook his father's arm off, and took off after his daughter.