Well hello there! I am super excited to be here today to introduce a brand new story in a a brand new (to me) fandom! This is my first ever attempt at a Harry Potter fanfiction! Woot! This was a blot bunny that attacked me after reading a whole bunch of HP stories and I thought it would be kinda cool to make my own.

SO! Let's get all the standard crap out of the way first: 1) I don't own anything and I'm not making money from this. 2) The story is rated T for general violence associated with Harry Potter stories. No other warnings currently apply, but will be added as necessary. 3) I'm writing this for ME. If you don't like it, don't read it. If you do like it, please don't hound me about updates. They will come when I feel they are ready. 4) That doesn't mean reviews wont be appreciated. I like to know that people are interested in my stories!

So... Let's get this show on the road!


The sound of the thunder crackling softly outside as the rain started pounding quietly on the windows went completely unnoticed. The sounds from inside easily drowned out the storm.

As it was the middle of the night, the majority of the building remained silent. The residents slept on while the workers swiftly and calmly made their rounds. There was only one wing that remained active and lively in the cold, darkening hospital. The Maternity Wing.

Down a mostly deserted hallway, screams could be heard escaping from the farthest room on the right. The doctors and nurses continually ran in and out of the room, worried looks upon their faces.

This specific birth was not going smoothly at all. The poor mother-to-be was in such pain and had been in labor now for many exhausting hours. Her husband had grown consistently more worried as time marched on, and the baby had still yet to make its arrival.

The pregnant woman stopped screaming and pushing and whimpered softly. She was so tired now. She was covered in sweat and breathing heavily with her eyes closed. She was weak, and everyone knew it.

"Can't you do something!" her husband nearly screamed at the doctor. His voice remained soft in volume only as to not distress his lovely wife. "There has to be something you can give her to help the pain."

The doctor shook his head with a slight frown. "She's too far into labor for it to be safe. She's too weak, it could kill her."

The husband angrily growled at the man. "You have to do something! You have to be seeing how weak this has made her! I won't have her or my son dead due to your incompetence!"

The doctor gave a small smile to the woman on the bed before gently telling her to rest for a minute. He gestured for the other man to follow him out of the room as the remaining nurses tended to the still very pregnant woman inside.

Once in the hallway, the doctor's face dropped at bit at the conversation he needed to have now with this very exhausted and upset father-to-be. It would be a difficult one for sure, but it was necessary.

"It has come to the point now where I don't believe an natural birth to be possible. You're wife has become too weak to manage the birth on her own now, and the longer we wait, the more dangers there are when it comes to extracting the baby manually."

"What are you saying?" the husband demanded.

The doctor sighed. He really hated these types of conversations. "I'm saying... that I need your permission to move your wife to an operating room to remove the child, and that there are risks with this type of procedure."

"Yes, fine. Do what you need to do!"

The doctor shook his head and inwardly sighed again. "I don't think you understand, sir. We may not be able to save them both."

The husband took a step back in shock and dismay. He had been waiting for this day for months. The birth of his first-born had been a long awaited joy and he had been so pleased when his wife had told him the news so long ago. They were supposed to be bringing new life into their home. He had never imagined that he would have to make such a choice as this.

The thoughts ran wild in his head as he tried to come to a conclusion. What should he say? What should he do? He loved his wife, so very much. It had been painful for him to stand by her side throughout the long hours of her labor, unable to do anything to ease her own pain. But... he had so been looking forward to bringing home his son, for he was sure the baby would be a boy. He had planned so much in preparation for his little boy's arrival. He had so many thing he wanted to do with the child once he was big enough...

But he knew that those plans would be corrupted with the death of his wife. She was the only woman he had even loved and he didn't know what he would do without her. They baby wasn't here yet. Surely they could try again for another baby, a stronger baby. And he would be able to make sure that he contracted a more competent doctor for that pregnancy so that this situation wouldn't happen again...

"You better do all you can to save both of them!" he snarled at the doctor. "But you save my wife if you have to choose."

And that was all the doctor needed to hear before he zoomed back into action. He re-entered the room and instructed the nurses to prepare to move the mother-to-be to the operational room to commence in the proper procedure to remove the baby. The husband followed them down the hallway, holding his wife's hand and trying to reassure her that both she and the baby would be okay. They arrived at a set of double doors and the husband had to be forcibly stopped from entering the room behind the doctors and nurses that swarmed the room.

They turned a corner and he was unable to see do or see anything. He paced up and down the hallway for what seemed like a lifetime.

Eventually, the doctor reemerged and the pacing immediately seized. The husband quickly made his way over to the doctor, trying to study his face for news of his wife and child.

"What happened?" he demanded as soon as he was close enough. His voice was filled with worry. "Are they alright?"

"Your wife will be moved shortly back into a recovery room. You will be allowed to see her shortly," the doctor replied with a stained face.

"And the baby?"

"I'm sorry, sir. He didn't make it."


Years Later

"When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," Minerva McGonagall said.

The sorting ceremony started with Hannah Abbot and ending with Blaise Zabini. The first years were pretty evenly split between the four houses, every house cheering excessively whenever they gained a new house-mate.

The students clapped and cheered as Headmaster Dumbledore welcomed the students to a new year and the feast appeared on the tables throughout the Great Hall.

And among all the commotion of a new school year, with friends old and new greeting and laughing together over the delicious food before them, two pairs of eyes met across the Great Hall.

And a secret, conspiratorial smile was shared.


Annnnnd... DONE! Well then. What do you think? Interesting? Boring? Completely lame and not worth reading? Review to share your initial thoughts with me!

Please note that all scientific and medicinal information is entirely guessed and made-up because I'm a lazy-butt. No idea if the scene at the beginning is anything close to being realistic. But hey! It's called fiction for a reason, right? Right.

Published: March 24th, 2018

~Red