19 Years
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I highly doubt I own this idea either.
Summery: The first few minutes of a baby's life.
'It's a boy!' he shouted around the hospital, elated, a grin spreading across his face as his friends ran towards him. As they engulfed him in a hug, he let the tears stream down his face clinging to his family.
'You can come in when we've cleaned him up, and your wife has settled back into bed.' The healer smiled at him, catching his happiness. She gently touched him on the shoulder, and bustled back into the maternity room.
'Congratulations!'
'A boy!'
'Did you decided on a name?' questions flew at him, only a few intelligible against the noise. The world seemed a bright, louder, happier place with his baby in it, then it ever had before. Faces swam in front of him, only those of his friends recognisable until the healer came back into view.
'You can come in now, and see you baby.'
He walked into the ward, his eyes scanning the room for his wife. The moment he saw he, her face lit up and her eyes flickered towards the small crib beside her bed.
He approached the crib, and his eyes fell upon his little boy, asleep, wrapped in blankets, and curled up.
The world, in that few seconds, made sense.
'He's perfect.'
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