Chapter One
Harry Potter found himself at his desk in the Ministry of Magic, writing up his reports, when Hedwig appeared at his office window. He greeted his snowy white owl and took the parcel from her leg. Once the parcel was free, he took the letter into his hands and read it. As soon as he finished he apparated to St. Mungos.
Running down the halls of the hospital, he finally found the right department and asked the receptionist. "Where's Hermione?..."
"Sir, I'll need a last name," the receptionist said, not looking up from her Witchly Weekly.
"Hermione Potter."
"Room 314," she said, finally looking up to Harry. Her face dropped as Harry ran down the hallway looking for room 314.
Mrs. Weasley was standing out in the hallway when Harry finally found the room. "Oh, Harry, you're here!" Molly said, running to Harry. "They just arrived, you better go in, she's been asking for you."
Harry turned the knob on the door and walked into the room. As soon as he entered he saw Hermione lying on her hospital bed, wincing in pain. "Mione, are you all right? I got here as soon as I could. I knew I should have stayed home today," Harry said, rushing to her side.
"Harry, calm down," Hermione said, smiling and grabbing hold of Harry's hand.
"How can I be calm? You're going into labour."
Hermione laughed and said, "Molly said you would act like this."
"How can I not? I mean, we're going to see our baby, Hermione."
"Just relax Harry, you're not the one who has to give birth here. You had the easy job."
Harry smiled and leaned in to kiss his wife.
"Has the doctor been in to see you yet?"
"Yes, he said that the contractions should become more intense in the next half an hour or so, and to go get him when he does."
"Oh...you know, Mione, we haven't even picked a name yet."
"Yes, I know, but I think it's rather strange to pick the baby's name when we haven't even seen it yet. I think we should wait, because when we see him or her the name should just scream out. Don't you think so, Har?"
"Yes, yes, I do."
***
"Ahhh!" Hermione screamed.
"Hermione, what is it? Do you want me to go and get the doctor?" Harry said, trying to soothe his wife.
Hermione shook her head indicating yes, and Harry ran out of the room. He ran to the front desk and started ringing the little bell, "Hello! Anyone here?"
Just then that same nurse popped out from underneath the desk, "Yes, Mr. Potter?"
"We need the doctor!"
"Oh, yes, right away, Mr. Potter."
As Harry was running down the hallways once more, he heard the loudspeaker, "Dr. Sullivan, please report to room 314 immediately."
Harry pushed the door open and found Hermione in the same state; breathing hard, holding the bed rail and screaming. He rushed over to her side and took her hand, "It'll be all right Hermione, the doctor is on his way," Harry said, comforting his wife and trying to hide the terror in his own voice.
Just then the doctor burst in the door and rubbed his hands together, saying, "Let's have that baby now, shall we, Hermione?"
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Everyone was getting restless now. It had been almost 8 hours since the doctor had entered room 314 and no baby was born yet. The press, staff and family were starting to get anxious. Every so often a nurse would go in and out and everyone would get excited, but there was still no baby Potter. This baby was taking its time, no doubt about that.
"Ok, Hermione, it shouldn't be long now," Dr. Sullivan said.
"That's what you said hours ago!" Hermione screamed, breathing heavily.
"Honey, just try to relax."
"Relax? How can I bloody relax when I have to have this baby, who I might add is taking it's bloody time! And another thing, Harry, just be happy that I love you, otherwise after this you'd be dead."
"Hermione, you're sure you still want a natural childbirth?" Dr. Sullivan asked.
"Yes, I'm sure."
****
"All right, Hermione, just one more push!"
"You can do it, Mione, just one more," Harry urged.
With her last piece of strength, Hermione Potter gave birth to baby Potter. She and Harry were crying tears of joy as the baby let out a piercing cry. Harry was kissing her hand and head, telling her what a great job she did.
"Congratulations, it's a boy!" Dr. Sullivan told the happy parents.
****
"10 fingers and 10 toes, he's perfect, Hermione," Harry said, looking over his child in his wife's arms.
"Isn't he, Harry?" Hermione said, kissing her son's forehead.
"You do know, we still haven't picked a name."
"Yes, well, I think he looks like a Christopher, don't you, Harry?" Hermione said, looking up to Harry.
"Yes, I think he does," Harry said, beaming with pride and joy.
****
Little did they know the quill on Dumbledore's desk was already inscribing 'Christopher Ronald Potter' into the book of witches and wizards to attend Hogwarts.
****
Harry Potter found himself at his desk in the Ministry of Magic, writing up his reports, when Hedwig appeared at his office window. He greeted his snowy white owl and took the parcel from her leg. Once the parcel was free, he took the letter into his hands and read it. As soon as he finished he apparated to St. Mungos.
Running down the halls of the hospital, he finally found the right department and asked the receptionist. "Where's Hermione?..."
"Sir, I'll need a last name," the receptionist said, not looking up from her Witchly Weekly.
"Hermione Potter."
"Room 314," she said, finally looking up to Harry. Her face dropped as Harry ran down the hallway looking for room 314.
Mrs. Weasley was standing out in the hallway when Harry finally found the room. "Oh, Harry, you're here!" Molly said, running to Harry. "They just arrived, you better go in, she's been asking for you."
Harry turned the knob on the door and walked into the room. As soon as he entered he saw Hermione lying on her hospital bed, wincing in pain. "Mione, are you all right? I got here as soon as I could. I knew I should have stayed home today," Harry said, rushing to her side.
"Harry, calm down," Hermione said, smiling and grabbing hold of Harry's hand.
"How can I be calm? You're going into labour."
Hermione laughed and said, "Molly said you would act like this."
"How can I not? I mean, we're going to see our baby, Hermione."
"Just relax Harry, you're not the one who has to give birth here. You had the easy job."
Harry smiled and leaned in to kiss his wife.
"Has the doctor been in to see you yet?"
"Yes, he said that the contractions should become more intense in the next half an hour or so, and to go get him when he does."
"Oh...you know, Mione, we haven't even picked a name yet."
"Yes, I know, but I think it's rather strange to pick the baby's name when we haven't even seen it yet. I think we should wait, because when we see him or her the name should just scream out. Don't you think so, Har?"
"Yes, yes, I do."
***
"Ahhh!" Hermione screamed.
"Hermione, what is it? Do you want me to go and get the doctor?" Harry said, trying to soothe his wife.
Hermione shook her head indicating yes, and Harry ran out of the room. He ran to the front desk and started ringing the little bell, "Hello! Anyone here?"
Just then that same nurse popped out from underneath the desk, "Yes, Mr. Potter?"
"We need the doctor!"
"Oh, yes, right away, Mr. Potter."
As Harry was running down the hallways once more, he heard the loudspeaker, "Dr. Sullivan, please report to room 314 immediately."
Harry pushed the door open and found Hermione in the same state; breathing hard, holding the bed rail and screaming. He rushed over to her side and took her hand, "It'll be all right Hermione, the doctor is on his way," Harry said, comforting his wife and trying to hide the terror in his own voice.
Just then the doctor burst in the door and rubbed his hands together, saying, "Let's have that baby now, shall we, Hermione?"
****
Everyone was getting restless now. It had been almost 8 hours since the doctor had entered room 314 and no baby was born yet. The press, staff and family were starting to get anxious. Every so often a nurse would go in and out and everyone would get excited, but there was still no baby Potter. This baby was taking its time, no doubt about that.
"Ok, Hermione, it shouldn't be long now," Dr. Sullivan said.
"That's what you said hours ago!" Hermione screamed, breathing heavily.
"Honey, just try to relax."
"Relax? How can I bloody relax when I have to have this baby, who I might add is taking it's bloody time! And another thing, Harry, just be happy that I love you, otherwise after this you'd be dead."
"Hermione, you're sure you still want a natural childbirth?" Dr. Sullivan asked.
"Yes, I'm sure."
****
"All right, Hermione, just one more push!"
"You can do it, Mione, just one more," Harry urged.
With her last piece of strength, Hermione Potter gave birth to baby Potter. She and Harry were crying tears of joy as the baby let out a piercing cry. Harry was kissing her hand and head, telling her what a great job she did.
"Congratulations, it's a boy!" Dr. Sullivan told the happy parents.
****
"10 fingers and 10 toes, he's perfect, Hermione," Harry said, looking over his child in his wife's arms.
"Isn't he, Harry?" Hermione said, kissing her son's forehead.
"You do know, we still haven't picked a name."
"Yes, well, I think he looks like a Christopher, don't you, Harry?" Hermione said, looking up to Harry.
"Yes, I think he does," Harry said, beaming with pride and joy.
****
Little did they know the quill on Dumbledore's desk was already inscribing 'Christopher Ronald Potter' into the book of witches and wizards to attend Hogwarts.
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