Harry could still hear the screams. He tried and he tried to get away from the screams that still haunted him in his nightmares. He would sometimes jolt awake in the middle of the night, sometimes waking Ginny. They would sit and talk or just enjoy the fact that they were alive, together. And sometimes Harry would just lay there watching the breaths go in and out of the beautiful creature sleeping next to him, the life blossoming out of her.

These screams were different. They were a mixture of something wonderful causing a horrible pain. He couldn't just sit there. Just listening and not being able to do anything about it. Mrs. Weasley and the Healer had kicked Harry out an hour ago. Ginny's tortured screams rang out often getting closer and closer, and more intense as the time ran down. He hated it. Harry hated it. He had to sit here in his living room, waiting, will Ginny was in labor. Mrs. Weasley had claimed that it was, "something a man should never have to seen." Harry couldn't stand by and do nothing. Not being able to comfort Ginny in her time of need was like that year on the run all over again. She was in labor for Merlin's sake.

An ear piercing scream came from the guest bedroom down the hall. He couldn't take it. Not anymore not again.

He was in the battle of Hogwarts. He was in Hagrids arms. The bodies of his friends lay dead on the ground around him. He'd failed. Everyone….

"Harry Potter is DEAD"

"NOOOOOOO!" Ginny's scream chilled him to the bone. Lifeless, it was. Like there was no point living in this terrible world. No point…. Harry opened his eyes with a jolt. Ginny had collapsed to the ground. Her arms wrapped around her stomach as if shielding it from the true horrors. Her stomach was for some reason, abnormally swollen. She clenched her hands, tears streaming down her face, falling apart in the bodies of her family and friends.

"NO!" Harry's scream shocked him to the bone a retched, hollow sound. Voldemort turned his wand on Ginny and Harry's unborn child.

"AVADA KEDR-"

He woke. Everything was silent. Footsteps came down the hallway. There appeared Ginny. Her red hair plastered to her breathtaking face with sweat. She was clearly exhausted. In her arms there lay a small bundle.

Looking down on the face of his son he realized something. Good things can come from screams. Even the worst ones.

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