Hi guys! I just reread my H.P. collection and thought to me self, "Self. Merope Guant's life sucked. We should help her a little." And so this was born. Ofcourse I own Harry Potter. I mean would I have a naked Tom Riddle Junior dancing on my table if I didn't. What? I don't own Harry Potter?...oh. You're right. But that doesn't explain why there is a naked future dark lord dancing naked on my table, but I'm not complaining. Thank you Karma! (Karma- "You're welcome!)

Hermione Potter gave a blood-curdling scream. "You did this to me!", she yelled, pointing a finger at the Boy-Who-Lived(-Until-Now). Because really, who gives birth without saying that to the father of the child? For all the life in him, Harry wanted to run far, far away. As the healers of St. Mungos crowded around Hermione, she gave his hand another squeeze. Harry heard a murmuring of what sounded an awful lot like "cutting them off with a spoon". He suddenly got a mental image of his "boys" jumping ship and running away, being chased by a blunt eating untensil.

Hermione gave another screech of pain. "Its almost over ," one of the healers said. "Almost isn't good enough!" Hermione yelled. "Calm down. Just think of something to keep yourself occupied! Potion directions, how to destroy a powerful ward, the Theory of Realitivity. Anything!" Harry said after she gave a squeeze to his hand so powerfully that it popped his fingers. Then the baby was born.

"Its a girl," one of the healers said. "Don't call my daughter an it." Hermione said as she pushed out the placenta. (That part is usually left out, but still. You squeeze a baby, the size of a watermelon, out of a hole, the size of an orange. Lets give the Mommas out there some credit and tell what really happens.) "Is she supposed to be that pale?", Harry asked as he stroked his daughter's oddly brownish blonde hair. The healer next to him tutted.

"Shes a healthy one. Six pound and 3 ounces. Normal heart rate, no abnormal appendages, or missing extremities. , your daughter is perfectly healthy, and you still find something to complain about," the healer laughed. Harry looked at Hermioneand said, "She looks like a ghost. She must get it from you." Hermione gave a slightly horse laugh, "She is a bit lighter that I expected." "Kind of whispy, almost transparent, but not quite there. Whats the word I'm looking for?" Harry muttered.

"Nebulous: a state of being visible, but not solidly so," Hermione said as if reading from a dictionary. Harry smiled,"Yes. That fits." Hermione looked at her daughter for a long moment, and then her lips tilted upwards,"It most certainly does." And so the story of Nebulous Guinevere Potter begins.

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