How could he have been so stupid? Why did he had to take this stupid assignment which took him from his young wife just when she was almost nine months pregnant?

Harry Potter definitely felt that once again he had made the wrong choice by leaving his wife at her parents while he went on this assignment, infiltrating a dark group of wizards in Northern Ireland. He should've realised that the baby was due soon and that it certainly would not wait for his (or her) father to arrive there in time.

It was just this bloody responsibility he still felt. He felt responsible for the safety of the British wizarding world. He felt responsible for vanquishing anyone or anything that might become a threat to the wizarding world. He was bloody Harry Potter, people expected him to take that responsibility after what he did when he was seventeen.

"Take some time off," the Minister of Magic and Harry's good friend Kingsley Shacklebolt, had said, "Take some time off and let your aurors handle the dark wizards for a while. You take care of your wife now."

Harry wished he had listened to his old friend when he finally reached the fireplace he had been looking for. While searching his pockets for some left-over floo powder, the words Arthur Weasley had spoken to him after he – Harry – had asked for Ginny's hand, sprung to mind.

"You take care of her now, Harry. You become a family man now. Ginny comes first, saving the world comes after that. Can you promise me that?"

With a faint smile Harry remembered how he assured his father-in-law that he would certainly become a family man and put Ginny on the highest pedestal. What a way to break that promise, not to be by her side while she gave birth to their first child.

Soon enough Harry discovered some bits of floo powder and threw it in the fire, throwing himself in afterwards.
"THE BURROW!" he shouted and the ickle sensation he had been through so many times before once again filled him up as the surroundings of the fire place became blurry and he twirled around in a place unknown.

Seconds later Harry stepped into the familiar kitchen at his parents-in-law's house. He looked around, blushing, since everybody seemed to be there. Bill and Fleur were sitting at the kitchen table, George next to them. Young Teddy Lupin, who had been visiting the Burrow over the summer, sat next to George and beamed at Harry, obviously happy to see his godfather.

With a little nod, George directed Harry into the hallway and up the stairs. Harry climbed them at raging speed and nearly tripped over the final step. He bumped into his best friends, Ron and Hermione, who beamed at him. Hermione stepped towards him and gave him a squeezing hug.

"He's beautiful, Harry," she said and Harry was sure he saw a tear trickling down her face. He smiled at her but was unable to say anything. Ron clapped him on his shoulder, beaming, but then gently pushed him into the room.

Arthur and Molly Weasley were standing beside the bed where, Harry knew, Ginny was lying. He cast an apologizing look towards his in-laws before resting his eyes on his beautiful wife. She looked exhausted and weak but she smiled all the same, then raised a little bundle.

"Time to meet your father," she whispered. Without a word, without even daring to breath, Harry moved forward and took the little bundle from his wife's arms. It was like holding porcelain, Harry was so afraid he was going to break the little child that he was holding in his arms. Two blue eyes, clearly Ginny's, gazed up at Harry with curiosity. Harry kissed his son on his forehead, then just continued to stare at this little creature, this little human.
Finally, Harry whispered:

"Welcome to the world, James."