Summery: Set 5 years after DH (not including the Epilogue), Harry waits impatiently in St. Mungo's for his baby to be born. The nurse enters the corridor with news that Harry did not want. R&R Don't like then don't read.

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Delivery

Harry paced back and forth with anticipation and fear. A million and one things were running through his mind. He was getting impatient, well even more impatient. He had been waiting in the corridor for the past twelve hours and nobody had told him anything.

'Mate, you're going to put a hole in the floor if you keep walking like that,' Ron said, watching his friend walk up and down the corridor. Harry paused and looked at Ron.

'Sit down, Harry. Everything will be fine,' said Hermione, gesturing for him to sit in the spare seat next to her.

'How can you say that?' Harry asked as he started to sit down, 'It's been twelve hours -'

'The first birth always takes a while. I expect to be in delivery for just as long,' Hermione replied, rubbing her slightly swollen stomach at the same time. Harry couldn't stand the wait, he wished he could know what was happening inside the room but every time he tried, the nurses told him to wait. Harry couldn't sit still, and after a few minutes he got up again and started his pace.

What could possibly be taking so long? He wanted to hold Ginny; he wanted to hold his baby. A cold shiver ran down his spine. Harry stopped walking for a moment to take in the shiver. Was it usual to feel shivers on a day that should be one of your happiest? He found his pace again, and before he knew it: his pace became more of a jog.

Harry couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong. No, Harry thought, nothing is wrong. It's just the nerves of becoming a father. Another shiver ran down his spine, this time Harry did not pause.

Something's wrong. Nothing is wrong: its nerves. No… there is definitely something wrong. Something is not right..., Harry fought back his senses. There was nothing wrong, as Hermione said: it was completely normal for first births to take long. But THIS long!?

'Mr. Potter?'

Harry spun around. A nurse stood at the door, in her arms was a small bundle in a white blanket. A bundle…, Harry thought… my baby. Harry smiled at the nurse: finally, some progress. Then he saw it.

The nurse's eyes were filled with pity and as soon as they met with Harry's, he knew his senses had been right: something was wrong.

'Mr. Potter, you have a healthy baby girl but…' the nurse didn't seem to be able to continue. Harry frowned at her as she took a deep breath, '…but… I'm sorry to tell you this but… we couldn't stop the bleeding. Your wife didn't make it.'

Harry's heart stopped. No, Harry thought, Ginny can NOT be dead. Why was this nurse lying to me? Harry's green eyes met with the nurse's blue ones once more. He could tell she wasn't lying… Ginny was dead.

The nurse walked over to him and placed the bundle into his arms. 'I'm so sorry, Mr. Potter. She did say just before she passed away, that she wanted her to be named Lily.' She turned around and went back into the room, where Harry's true love had ended her life when she brought in a new life.

Harry's eyes darted from Ron to Hermione. Ron was stroking Hermione's hair as she cried hysterically into his shoulder, tears dripping from his long nose. Harry felt the tears build up behind his eyes, he chose to look away from his best friends and stare at the floor. But his eyes ended up on the small bundle in his arms.

The baby was squirming in his arms, looking rather uncomfortable. She had a tuft of black hair but she looked exactly like Ginny. The baby must have felt Harry's grief because she opened her mouth and let out a cry. Harry couldn't help but join her as the hot tears finally emerged from his eyes and ran down his face.

A/N: I know you probably want to kill me because I killed Ginny. Well, too bad. In the world of JKR, she is alive. But this is my story so sticks out tongue

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