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Word Count without A/N - 192

Written for the Achieve That Outstanding Challenge - Troll

Welcome to the World

He races down the corridor, skidding around corners, his cloak flying behind him. Harry was waiting for him outside the room, a soft smile on his face as he came to an abrupt stop. He noticed the dirty looks being aimed at him by Healers, by other visitors and patients alike, but he was too happy to care.

"Go on in, she's waiting for you," Harry said, his scrubs still fairly clean, despite the fact he had just delivered his best friends daughter.

Ron entered the room, his eyes stuck on the radiant smile on his wife's face.

"I'm sorry I didn't make it in time," he whispered when she turned her own eyes on him.

"It's okay. Come, come and see our baby girl," Hermione replied, nodding to the space on the bed.

He sat down and took his first look at his daughter. A tuft of red hair, much the same of his own, covered her head as she lay sleeping in Hermione's arms.

"Here," Hermione whispered, handing her over carefully.

Tears dripped from Ron's eyes as he took her, holding her gently to him.

"Welcome to the world, Rose."