As he held her in his arms, he could feel the heat that once filled her body slowly slip from his grasp. Her eyes had closed for the final time hours ago, but he could not find the courage, nor the strength to let her go yet. The healers came in and out of the room, giving him morose looks as each took another peice of equipment that had helped her to cling to life. His eyes had not yet shed tears, as he rocked her lifeless body back and forth.
She just couldn't be gone from him. Five hours before, she had lovingly held his hand in the park, talking about their future together, her warm and tender smile had melted his heart, as it had everytime before.
Then the pains came, and so did the excitement. The moment that they had been waiting for for nine months had finally arrived. Even with all of their planning, he had begun to panic, more so than her.
They drove to the wizarding hospital, each doing their own form of lamaze. The healers rushed her to her birthing room, and he breathed a sigh of relief, knowing everything would be alright.
But it wasn't.
What they didn't know was that throughout her pregnancy, a tumor had grown in the pocket that protected her brain from her skull. The many months of rest and relaxation had held off the effects of the growing problem, but the sudden trauma from the contractions caused her brain to swell and soon kill her. It had taken only a moment, but in that moment, his life had been shattered.
"Excuse me, Mr. Weasley? We have to take her now, the rest of the room is cleaned out, her body is the last thing," said a young healer nervously from the door.
At first, he could not understand the words she had said to him, but he soon realized that it was time. He held her, and kissed her forehead, as she had loved before. Her hair, wet from the beads of sweat that found her forehead during the labor, hung loosely in her face. He wished that, for one more time, her eyes would open, for one more time he could see the love in her warm, forgiving brown eyes.
As if his body had finally realized what his mind had known all along, tears seeped, warm and stinging, from the corners of his eyes. If he had been calm before, it was forgotten, as he allowed his emotions to overcome him. His hands, stained withspots of her precious blood, stroked her hair back from her face trying to revive her for the last time, but her chest did not rise, and her eyes did not open.
"Sir, please, we have to take her," the healer called, for the second or fifth time, he didn't care, " W-wouldn't you like to see your daughter?"
His daughter, she had lived. He had prepared himself for the loss of both of them, but with this news, he knew, something was still right in the world.
"She's alive? I thought- I thought for sure she had d- she was gone with Hermione..." His eyes took another look towards his beautiful wife. He still had a peice of her.
"Would you like to name her," she asked, as a bundle of pink blankets was brought into the room.
He held out his hands for his daughter, and tenderly held onto her with every ounce of love he possessed.
"I wanted to name her Abigale, Hermione hated it, but she finally gave in. She wanted to name her Corynn, I have no idea why, but she loved it."
" Abigale Corynn, I think it's beautiful," the healer choked, her eyes also filled with tears.
"It's perfect," he said, and with a last and final hug, he left Hermione's cold body, and cradling his new daughter in his arms, he left the room.