"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Harry shouted. It had happened. Voldemort's body hit the ground with a dull thud. The remaining Death Eaters scattered and apparated away from the Boy Who Lived.

Harry fell to his knees exhausted. But the thought of his loving wife slowly raised him to his knees. He walked over to where she was laying on the ground, breathing heavily.

"Ginny, are you all right? He's gone. I've done it."

The nearby survivors broke out into cheers. Screaming and shouts of joy filled the air, muffling the sound of crying.

"I'm fine honey." Ginny smiled as Harry helped her to her feet. She started to slip on some wet grass but he grabbed her just in time.

"Careful sweetie! Wouldn't wanna hurt Junior now, would we?"

Ginny smiled and patted her swollen stomach lovingly. "Eight more weeks. Only eight more weeks." She murmured.

Her voice was muffled by a shriek followed by choked sobs. Harry jerked around to see to limp figures together on the ground, one with flaming red hair…

"RON!" Harry ran over to his best friend. Next to him was a wounded Hermione crying uncontrollably.

"He-he's…g-g-gone." She managed to say.

Harry gulped trying to stay in control, and not let his grief take over. "Hermione, please. You shouldn't be like this. It's not good for the baby."

There was a long pause during which Hermione tried to collect herself. "Harry," She said weakly. "I don't think there is going to be a baby." She turned to face him, wincing in pain as she rolled over, to show her bulging belly bearing a deep sword cut across the middle of it, blood flowing freely.

"Hermione! We've got to get you to St. Mungos! Come on!" He tried to pull her up but she crumbled back down to the ground trying hard not to cry out.

"No, Harry. I'd rather just stay here. I need to live my last few moment with him." She said faintly, her voice fading.

"No, Hermione! You'll be okay. Come on. You're going to make it." But she fell unconscious at the last of his words, her head rested on Ron's still chest. "No! Hermione!" Quickly he picked her up in his arms like a baby and started toward where he last saw Ginny when he heard a stirring.

"Harry? Is that Hermione?" A worried voice called.

"Professer Lupin? Thank God! Quick! Help me!" His old Professer took the unconscious woman in his arms and Harry was about to panic when he heard a cry.

It was Ginny. He ran to her side where she had falled to the ground. "Ginny, what's wrong?"

"Harry, I think it's time!"

Harry's heart skipped a beat as he helped her to her feet. "It can't be time! We have two months left!"

Ginny cried out again and held on to Harry for support. He gasped as her water broke and she winced in pain. "Harry, please hurry." She cried softly, tears running down her cheeks.

He picked her up in his arms the same way he had down with Hermione. Lupin had made his way over to them and was looking concerned. "What's going-"

"Her water broke! Quick, apparate to St. Mungo's with Hermione. I have to help Ginny."

With two cracks, both of them disappeared.