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Harry Potter nervously paced the waiting room of St. Mungo's. Ginny was in the room just down the hallway. He wanted to be in there—he had all but demanded it, but the Healer had taken one look at him and decided that he wasn't quite in the right state of mind.
Wasn't in the right state of mind? Okay, admittedly he was nervous, excited, and incredibly terrified, but being in this waiting room, not being able to see Ginny, only made that worse. He glanced over at Hermione who was calmly reading a copy of Witch Weekly. "Shouldn't we have heard something by now?" he asked her.
Hermione sighed. "No, Harry, these things don't happen automatically you know." She said as she turned a page of her magazine. "And please, sit down; you're doing yourself no good, by pacing."
Harry shot a glare at her and then flopped down in a chair and began tapping his foot. Hermione ignored him. Within in a minute Harry had grown tired of sitting and began to pace impatiently again. Hermione sighed and shut her magazine. "Harry," She said firmly, "Relax, Ginny will be fine, this is completely normal."
Harry stopped pacing and let out a long breath. "I know Hermione, I know it's normal, but there's always that what if. What if something goes wrong?" he asked letting out the big worry that had been bothering him since he arrived at the hospital.
Hermione gave a small smile. "I understand why you're worried Harry," she said quietly, "but try not to focus on what ifs. After all, where would you be if you stopped to question what might go wrong-if somebody might have been hurt-before you went and got the Stone?"
"I did." Harry reminded her. "Why do you think I always told you and Ron to let me do those things alone?"
Hermione laughed. "Okay, so I guess that's true. Better example then, why don't you focus on the positive what ifs? Like, what if everything goes perfectly and all your worries just become past? What if, in only a few minutes a Healer walks through this door and makes this one of the happiest days of your life?"
Harry couldn't help but smile. He sat down again, more relaxed that time. "That would be wonderful." he said as some of his nerves went away.
Hermione grinned. "And it will be like that. I may have walked out on divination, but I have a feeling that everything will be okay."
Harry nodded, and picked up a copy of the Daily Prophet to occupy himself. After what seemed like an eternity a Healer walked into the waiting room. "Mr. Potter?" she said.
Harry looked up. "Yes?" he managed to ask, his throat suddenly dry.
The Healer smiled. "Congratulations Mr. Potter, you have a son. Both Mum and baby are doing fine."
Harry's heart soared. He was a dad! His face broke into a grin and he headed for the door, wanting to see Ginny and the baby as soon as possible. But suddenly he stopped and turned to Hermione. "Thanks, Hermione," he said, and then motioned for her to come with him. "Come on, let's go see my son."