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Rating: PG
Story:
It was a cold night on January 2nd. The wind bit the air with bitterness, piercing anyone who walked outside with the sensation someone had just dropped a bucket of ice on them.
Yet inside the waiting room in Hysop's Birthing Center, it heat was on full blast. No one seemed to mind the warmth except for one person.
Already drenched in sweat, Harry Potter moaned as the heat came on. The tension radiating from his body could've been cut with a knife. His already untamable hair spewed about everywhere, some clinging to his forehead covering most of his scar. Piercing Green eyes even sharper than usual.
For the past six hours he'd been waiting in anticipation for his wife to give birth.
Trying to pass time Harry studied the lobby/waiting room. It was mahogany wood with plush red furnishings, and a golden colored rug. It was decorated with a boarder of babies sitting in diaper clapping their hands. Black and White pictures of toddlers and babies also adorned the walls.
Suddenly a clear voice rang through the room.
"Mr. Potter, Your wife has just given birth. Please get your I.D. bracelet before entering. She's in Room 409, Level four."
Heart racing Harry stepped up to the 'Check- In' desk. Behind the table sat a plump woman with gray hair swept into a bun, and warm fading blue eyes hid behind small glasses. The name plaque read Bertha Jenkins.
"Mr. Potter?" Bertha questioned holding out a plastic wrist band. Not trusting he could open his mouth without vomiting, Harry nodded his head.
The old woman fitted it and stuck it together. " Please keep this on until your wife is released, so you can see her whenever you like. You cannot enter the room without it."
Harry again nodded and sprinted towards the elevator, hastily pressing the labeled 'UP' button. A minute later the doors slid open and a young mother came out holding a toddlers hand.
He jammed the 4th floor button, and anxiously waited for the elevator to arrive. Harry groaned as they stopped to let on passengers at the 3rd floor.
A couple seconds later Harry was running down the hall, causing many disapproving looks and 'Slow down' shouts. Finally he halted in front of 409. Suddenly his stomach was in his throat, His heart was beating so fast he thought that it was echoing off the walls. Trying to calm himself, Harry tried to flatten his hair in vain. Then he smoothed out his pants and collared shirt. Taking a deep breath Harry plunged into the room.
Laying on the bed, panting but happy, lay Hermione Ann Potter.
"Harry!" She squealed wriggling with joy.
He bent low and tightly embraced her. "Mione," Harry breathed into her hair. She wrapped her arms around him.
Gently he pulled away and stroked her hair.
" Mr. Potter, would you like to meet your daughter?" A voiced gently asked from behind him.
Harry whirled around. Daughter. He had a baby girl. His own baby daughter.
In the arms of a tall and lean nurse was a bundle of blankets. He couldn't see anything beneath it , but he knew that under it lay his baby girl.
Scared but curious and filled with happiness, Harry sat on the edge of Hermione's bed, and the nurse handed her to him. The bundle didn't weigh much at all.
Before he could peek under the blanket the nurse said, "7 pounds 2 ounces".
He was stunned she was so little. Carefully he slipped the cover so he could she her face. And her immediately fell in love. His baby girl had a tiny oval face with perfect skin. On her head a small pile of Onyx black hair grew. The baby, his baby, had her eyes closed contentedly sleeping angelically. But in the middle of the lower lip something lay, or rather it was on the skin. It was shaped like a tear drop and colored in black. He figured it was just a speck of blood they'd forgotten to wipe off. His baby.
Harry felt tears well up in his eyes. He then proceeded to uncover her neck the her chest and a little lower...... Harry gasped, a sharp intake of breath. Hermione didn't look surprised, she'd seen it already, just above the protruding belly button, a perfect tattoo of a crescent moon lay but instead of being silver it'd been filled with black.
" What happened?" He demanded of the nurse softly as to not wake his baby.
" We don't know. We though it was a birthmark, but it's perfectly filled in, and black too, not to mention an exact crescent moon. It was there since when she was delivered, if you look at her lip there is a black tear drop. It almost appears to be tattooed, but it's not possible." She nurse warily replied, looking as baffled as he did.
"Harry, we've got to name her. We'll research later about the marks, but first we've got to decide a name. I'll pick the middle name you pick the first." Hermione reminded him.
He nodded and Hermione announced "Her middle name will be Lyra."
For a while Harry stared at his baby girl. He looked from her hair to her moon, to the ear drop. Everything was black. Suddenly he Smiled. Onyx. It was a black gem. His black gem.
Harry stood up.
"I'd like everyone to meet, our baby girl Onyx Lyra Potter." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~
A/N: Okay tell me what you think, This is the prologue. It will have many more chapters. The next one I will post tomorrow, it's Prologue Part II. Then it skips to 11 years later. Please review. If I get 2 reviews I'll post two chapters tomorrow.
Rating: PG
Story:
It was a cold night on January 2nd. The wind bit the air with bitterness, piercing anyone who walked outside with the sensation someone had just dropped a bucket of ice on them.
Yet inside the waiting room in Hysop's Birthing Center, it heat was on full blast. No one seemed to mind the warmth except for one person.
Already drenched in sweat, Harry Potter moaned as the heat came on. The tension radiating from his body could've been cut with a knife. His already untamable hair spewed about everywhere, some clinging to his forehead covering most of his scar. Piercing Green eyes even sharper than usual.
For the past six hours he'd been waiting in anticipation for his wife to give birth.
Trying to pass time Harry studied the lobby/waiting room. It was mahogany wood with plush red furnishings, and a golden colored rug. It was decorated with a boarder of babies sitting in diaper clapping their hands. Black and White pictures of toddlers and babies also adorned the walls.
Suddenly a clear voice rang through the room.
"Mr. Potter, Your wife has just given birth. Please get your I.D. bracelet before entering. She's in Room 409, Level four."
Heart racing Harry stepped up to the 'Check- In' desk. Behind the table sat a plump woman with gray hair swept into a bun, and warm fading blue eyes hid behind small glasses. The name plaque read Bertha Jenkins.
"Mr. Potter?" Bertha questioned holding out a plastic wrist band. Not trusting he could open his mouth without vomiting, Harry nodded his head.
The old woman fitted it and stuck it together. " Please keep this on until your wife is released, so you can see her whenever you like. You cannot enter the room without it."
Harry again nodded and sprinted towards the elevator, hastily pressing the labeled 'UP' button. A minute later the doors slid open and a young mother came out holding a toddlers hand.
He jammed the 4th floor button, and anxiously waited for the elevator to arrive. Harry groaned as they stopped to let on passengers at the 3rd floor.
A couple seconds later Harry was running down the hall, causing many disapproving looks and 'Slow down' shouts. Finally he halted in front of 409. Suddenly his stomach was in his throat, His heart was beating so fast he thought that it was echoing off the walls. Trying to calm himself, Harry tried to flatten his hair in vain. Then he smoothed out his pants and collared shirt. Taking a deep breath Harry plunged into the room.
Laying on the bed, panting but happy, lay Hermione Ann Potter.
"Harry!" She squealed wriggling with joy.
He bent low and tightly embraced her. "Mione," Harry breathed into her hair. She wrapped her arms around him.
Gently he pulled away and stroked her hair.
" Mr. Potter, would you like to meet your daughter?" A voiced gently asked from behind him.
Harry whirled around. Daughter. He had a baby girl. His own baby daughter.
In the arms of a tall and lean nurse was a bundle of blankets. He couldn't see anything beneath it , but he knew that under it lay his baby girl.
Scared but curious and filled with happiness, Harry sat on the edge of Hermione's bed, and the nurse handed her to him. The bundle didn't weigh much at all.
Before he could peek under the blanket the nurse said, "7 pounds 2 ounces".
He was stunned she was so little. Carefully he slipped the cover so he could she her face. And her immediately fell in love. His baby girl had a tiny oval face with perfect skin. On her head a small pile of Onyx black hair grew. The baby, his baby, had her eyes closed contentedly sleeping angelically. But in the middle of the lower lip something lay, or rather it was on the skin. It was shaped like a tear drop and colored in black. He figured it was just a speck of blood they'd forgotten to wipe off. His baby.
Harry felt tears well up in his eyes. He then proceeded to uncover her neck the her chest and a little lower...... Harry gasped, a sharp intake of breath. Hermione didn't look surprised, she'd seen it already, just above the protruding belly button, a perfect tattoo of a crescent moon lay but instead of being silver it'd been filled with black.
" What happened?" He demanded of the nurse softly as to not wake his baby.
" We don't know. We though it was a birthmark, but it's perfectly filled in, and black too, not to mention an exact crescent moon. It was there since when she was delivered, if you look at her lip there is a black tear drop. It almost appears to be tattooed, but it's not possible." She nurse warily replied, looking as baffled as he did.
"Harry, we've got to name her. We'll research later about the marks, but first we've got to decide a name. I'll pick the middle name you pick the first." Hermione reminded him.
He nodded and Hermione announced "Her middle name will be Lyra."
For a while Harry stared at his baby girl. He looked from her hair to her moon, to the ear drop. Everything was black. Suddenly he Smiled. Onyx. It was a black gem. His black gem.
Harry stood up.
"I'd like everyone to meet, our baby girl Onyx Lyra Potter." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~
A/N: Okay tell me what you think, This is the prologue. It will have many more chapters. The next one I will post tomorrow, it's Prologue Part II. Then it skips to 11 years later. Please review. If I get 2 reviews I'll post two chapters tomorrow.
