(A/N:: This is a fixed version, the first didn't make sense ;) ty to whoever reviewed the old!)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~MY OWN EYES~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I was halfway down the boys staircase when a scared-looking Hermoine shot past my line of vision. I
dashed to the bottom of the stairs, just in time to see her double over in pain. What's the matter with her?
We've been together for almost two years, maybe she's just sick, I thought.
I scrambled to reach Hermione before she collected herself and left the common room.
"Mione, are you alright?" I asked her, rather worried.
"I really need Madam Pomfrey!" Hermione choked out, obviously in pain. She took a deep breath
and ran for the portrait hole. She didn't get far, though. As soon as she made it out, Mione stopped dead in
her tracks, unable to run anymore.
I seized my chance and slid out of the common room. I put one arm behind Mione's shoulders
and the other behind her knees, lifting her like she weighed about as much as a broomstick; and ran like the
Bloody Baron was after me for the hospital wing.
"Thank you, Harry." Mione managed, her head resting on my shoulder. I shifted her weight
and knocked on the massive dark brown door.
It immediately opened, revealing a rather agitated Professor McGonagall."What do you need, Potter,
Granger?" I opened my mouth to ask for Madam Pomfrey, when a voice sounded in the back.
"Is that Miss Granger? Well, hello Harry, Hermione." Madam P. led the two into the wing, and
magicked Mione onto a stretcher. "Come on, Harry, you're needed too."
Totally lost in not only the situation, but the unfamiliar maze of dark hallway he was being led
through also, I had no choice but to go with the Prof. McG., Madam P., and my Mione.
After what seemed an eternity to me, a door finally opened and the group went in none too quietly.
The room was small, and not dank or damp, but rather cool. The walls were a light blue, and the room had a
comforting air about it. There were cupboards lining every wall, as well as a couch, a sink, several worn chairs,
and an emergency-room style bed.
I was past nervous, I was almost hysterical. "What's the matter? Is she going to be alright?"
I asked, hoping not to reveal my total ignorance of the situation.
No such luck. Both women's eyes just about popped out of their heads. "Do you mean to say, Potter, that you
don't know what's going on?" Prof. McG. demanded of me.I had no choice but to nod.
"Tell him," Mione whispered to Madam P.
"Very well, seeing as you have not done so yourself." Madam P (aka Poppy) said to Mione. Turning to
me, she continued. "Congratulations, Harry. You're going to be a father in a few hours." And she smiled.
"WHAT? A father? You're joking!" I blurted. This is the best! I can't believe it!!
"Actually, Potter, we're not." Professor McGonagall commented lightly, a look of amusement on
her usually stern face. She laughed. "That's EXACTLY the same expression as your father had on his face when
he found himself in the same situation."
I honestly couldn't contain myself. "Are you saying I was born at Hogwarts?"
Poppy nodded at me. "And your mother arrived at the hospital wing in the same fashion as Miss
Granger, courtesy of your father and yourself." She smiled at the look on my face, and looked down at
Hermione. "Now, dear, how long have you been having contractions?" She asked pleasantly.
Hermione screwed up her face and replied, "Since lunch yesterday. My water broke right before
at 3." Her *what* broke? I realized just how little I knew about children.
The normally calm nurse lost her cool. "WHAT??!!! You should have been down here RIGHT THEN!
WHAT were you doing, going to classes and rampaging around the school like that?" She hollered, getting red in
the face at the thought of Mione marauding around the school like that.
"Sorry!" Whimpered Hermione from her spot on the bed.
My girlfriend looked like she was about to die. I sprinted to her and let her rest against me,
wrapping my arms around her shoulders. "Harry," She choked out, "I don't know if I can do this."
I wasn't sure how to respond to that. "Sure you can. I'll be right here, with you. Do you remember
everything else we've done? This is another thing to remember."
She steadied herself, tears threatening to start slipping down her face, "Do you remember
that day, you know, THAT day?"
Of course I do, that was the best day of my life. {That morning she and I
had celebrated being together for a year by, well, you know....}
"I remember every detail of it." I replied, grinning.
She smiled happily, and made a face. I guess it hurts, whatever contractions are. I should have taken that Children and
Parenting class, maybe I'd know what's going on!
The next two or three hours were a special hell for me. Hermione was doing all she could to keep from
screaming and passing out, I felt like a traitor for putting her through this and not being able to take some of
the pain for her. I talked to her, even though sometimes it was hard (she had a deathgrip on my wrist, for a
while I was worried that it would break!). Poor Mione almost never responded to me, she had tears flowing
freely down her face. How could I do this to her? And why didn't she tell me? Oh my God, I feel like SUCH
a loser. I wonder why she didn't gain much weight?
*FINALLY* it was over. Poppy held a tiny bundle in her arms, and promptly set it in the sink and
washed an ungodly amount of blood off of it. She wrapped it in a clean, light blue blanket, and handed it to me.
I sat down on the couch, unsure of what to do with this tiny person. I looked again, and noticed that the child
had jet black hair, and it was pretty mussed. He opened his tiny eyes, revealing them to be the exact green color of mine.
I hadn't noticed Hermione, Poppy, and Professor McGonagall leave the room, but I noticed when a
camera went off, capturing my first look into my own eyes.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~MY OWN EYES~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I was halfway down the boys staircase when a scared-looking Hermoine shot past my line of vision. I
dashed to the bottom of the stairs, just in time to see her double over in pain. What's the matter with her?
We've been together for almost two years, maybe she's just sick, I thought.
I scrambled to reach Hermione before she collected herself and left the common room.
"Mione, are you alright?" I asked her, rather worried.
"I really need Madam Pomfrey!" Hermione choked out, obviously in pain. She took a deep breath
and ran for the portrait hole. She didn't get far, though. As soon as she made it out, Mione stopped dead in
her tracks, unable to run anymore.
I seized my chance and slid out of the common room. I put one arm behind Mione's shoulders
and the other behind her knees, lifting her like she weighed about as much as a broomstick; and ran like the
Bloody Baron was after me for the hospital wing.
"Thank you, Harry." Mione managed, her head resting on my shoulder. I shifted her weight
and knocked on the massive dark brown door.
It immediately opened, revealing a rather agitated Professor McGonagall."What do you need, Potter,
Granger?" I opened my mouth to ask for Madam Pomfrey, when a voice sounded in the back.
"Is that Miss Granger? Well, hello Harry, Hermione." Madam P. led the two into the wing, and
magicked Mione onto a stretcher. "Come on, Harry, you're needed too."
Totally lost in not only the situation, but the unfamiliar maze of dark hallway he was being led
through also, I had no choice but to go with the Prof. McG., Madam P., and my Mione.
After what seemed an eternity to me, a door finally opened and the group went in none too quietly.
The room was small, and not dank or damp, but rather cool. The walls were a light blue, and the room had a
comforting air about it. There were cupboards lining every wall, as well as a couch, a sink, several worn chairs,
and an emergency-room style bed.
I was past nervous, I was almost hysterical. "What's the matter? Is she going to be alright?"
I asked, hoping not to reveal my total ignorance of the situation.
No such luck. Both women's eyes just about popped out of their heads. "Do you mean to say, Potter, that you
don't know what's going on?" Prof. McG. demanded of me.I had no choice but to nod.
"Tell him," Mione whispered to Madam P.
"Very well, seeing as you have not done so yourself." Madam P (aka Poppy) said to Mione. Turning to
me, she continued. "Congratulations, Harry. You're going to be a father in a few hours." And she smiled.
"WHAT? A father? You're joking!" I blurted. This is the best! I can't believe it!!
"Actually, Potter, we're not." Professor McGonagall commented lightly, a look of amusement on
her usually stern face. She laughed. "That's EXACTLY the same expression as your father had on his face when
he found himself in the same situation."
I honestly couldn't contain myself. "Are you saying I was born at Hogwarts?"
Poppy nodded at me. "And your mother arrived at the hospital wing in the same fashion as Miss
Granger, courtesy of your father and yourself." She smiled at the look on my face, and looked down at
Hermione. "Now, dear, how long have you been having contractions?" She asked pleasantly.
Hermione screwed up her face and replied, "Since lunch yesterday. My water broke right before
at 3." Her *what* broke? I realized just how little I knew about children.
The normally calm nurse lost her cool. "WHAT??!!! You should have been down here RIGHT THEN!
WHAT were you doing, going to classes and rampaging around the school like that?" She hollered, getting red in
the face at the thought of Mione marauding around the school like that.
"Sorry!" Whimpered Hermione from her spot on the bed.
My girlfriend looked like she was about to die. I sprinted to her and let her rest against me,
wrapping my arms around her shoulders. "Harry," She choked out, "I don't know if I can do this."
I wasn't sure how to respond to that. "Sure you can. I'll be right here, with you. Do you remember
everything else we've done? This is another thing to remember."
She steadied herself, tears threatening to start slipping down her face, "Do you remember
that day, you know, THAT day?"
Of course I do, that was the best day of my life. {That morning she and I
had celebrated being together for a year by, well, you know....}
"I remember every detail of it." I replied, grinning.
She smiled happily, and made a face. I guess it hurts, whatever contractions are. I should have taken that Children and
Parenting class, maybe I'd know what's going on!
The next two or three hours were a special hell for me. Hermione was doing all she could to keep from
screaming and passing out, I felt like a traitor for putting her through this and not being able to take some of
the pain for her. I talked to her, even though sometimes it was hard (she had a deathgrip on my wrist, for a
while I was worried that it would break!). Poor Mione almost never responded to me, she had tears flowing
freely down her face. How could I do this to her? And why didn't she tell me? Oh my God, I feel like SUCH
a loser. I wonder why she didn't gain much weight?
*FINALLY* it was over. Poppy held a tiny bundle in her arms, and promptly set it in the sink and
washed an ungodly amount of blood off of it. She wrapped it in a clean, light blue blanket, and handed it to me.
I sat down on the couch, unsure of what to do with this tiny person. I looked again, and noticed that the child
had jet black hair, and it was pretty mussed. He opened his tiny eyes, revealing them to be the exact green color of mine.
I hadn't noticed Hermione, Poppy, and Professor McGonagall leave the room, but I noticed when a
camera went off, capturing my first look into my own eyes.