Why hello there. I know what some of you are thinking: Why is she posting a new story when 7 Reasons Why is on hold? Well, I found this a few days ago, proofed it, and then decided to post it. It's pre-written, so you'll get an update once a week. See you at the end.
Disclaimer: Anything you may recognize probably isn't mine. J.K. Rowling owns the Harry Potter franchise, including its characters, places, magic anything, etc., but I do own this plot. Plot's mine, ya hear?
Beta'ed by Sophia Lena Duchannes Riddle
(Hermione pov)
Prologue
January 23, 2005 - 2:35 p.m.
I stared at her through the thick clear glass, my eyes again filling with tears. Her chest rises and falls, a sign that she's still alive, at least for another day.
When your daughter is given a 5 percent chance of survival, there's not too much hope you can have.
"I'm sorry," I whispered to my nameless little girl, her small hand barely squeezing my finger in response. "I'm so sorry, baby."
"It's not your fault," Draco said from behind me, his hands firmly gripping the handles of my wheelchair. "These things happen; there was no way to prevent it."
I looked into his pale grey eyes and saw pain, fear and utter hopelessness. "But there had to be. This wasn't supposed to happen." I choked out.
Instead of replying to me, he merely glanced at the tiny incubation unit and then fixed his eyes on the floor, as if he had already given up. I reluctantly pulled my hand out of the glass box and shut the case, staring intently at the baby as Draco wheeled me out of the NICU.
As he wheeled me beside the bed and helped me back into it, I couldn't help but feel as gloomy as Draco looked. None of this was supposed to happen. My innocent baby girl was supposed to be born 4 months from now, healthy, happy and into a world of love. But now... 19 weeks early, severe complications and a slim chance of survival. No, things weren't supposed to be this way.
That's when I hear it.
Doctors and nurses rushing toward the NICU, some of them shouting things like "code blue", "flatline", and "intibate".
My stomach lurched and my face paled as I tried to get up anbd run to the baby. Draco had to hold me down, telling me break my stitches and hurt myself.
I can't just sit here while my baby dies!
And just as I batted Draco's hands away and hauled myself into the wheelchair, I heard the most beautiful sentence in the world.
"We have a heartbeat."
A/N: I've always wanted to do a story about a premature baby. Tell me if I get some of the medical info wrong. I'm studying to become a neonatal nurse, but I am in no way an expert. The first chapter will be up in about an hour, tomorrow at the latest. Please, review. It always puts a smile on my face. -Nikki a.k.a.- Twipotterfreak28