This part of the prologue is just written from Harry's point of view. And is written by Patience Maria Cullen.

Prologue

Part II

Leandra and I had been at St. Mungo's since yesterday. I was running on an hour or less of sleep, but I honestly couldn't complain. Leandra hadn't slept since her water broke Friday. To say she was uncomfortable was an understatement, but it was the least of my worries.

Malfoy. Draco Malfoy was sitting outside the room, waiting for Leandra to give birth. As much as I loved Leandra and I completely understood why she wanted him here, I was the one here in the room watching her go through this pain. The child wasn't even mine. He was sitting out there probably not even caring if she survived! While I was busy mentally beating Malfoy and standing by her bed rubbing her back, I heard the door open. I caught sight of Lupin coming back into the room.

To say he was happy was a complete lie, especially now that he knew Draco was the father and not me. Every part of me wished it was, but I couldn't change that. Leandra had even tried to get me to stay at Hogwarts. She hadn't wanted me here. I don't know if that meant she was thinking that Draco would have been in here with her or not if I had stayed at school. I don't think he would have. He was more worried about how Astoria would take this than Leandra or his child.

For God's sake, I couldn't even say it was mine and Leandra's, or that it was even Leandra's. I was distracted when I heard the mumbled voices of Draco and Astoria outside.

"Dad, is Astoria here?" Leandra asked. Her voice sounded like gravel due to her lack of sleep.

"She's outside talking to Draco."

With those words the door opened again, flooding the doorway with the bright lights from the hall. We had dimmed the lights in the room, hoping Leandra would be able to sleep. It hadn't worked.

We didn't have to wait long before Leandra was ready to push. I wasn't surprised when the baby came out with platinum blonde hair. Even if it had been mine, the baby probably would have come out that way. Just the Malfoy genes as Astoria and I had come to agree. Leandra wasn't a pureblood like Malfoy, but that wasn't her fault.

Astoria left as soon as she even got a glimpse of the baby. Leandra was too preoccupied checking for all 10 fingers and all 10 toes to notice. I was tempted to chase after Astoria and find out what was wrong, but Leandra was trying to get my attention with the baby.

"What are you going to name him?" I asked, curious.

"Aigneis Dinsmore." Leandra said, smiling.

"That's a name." Lupin said chuckling. "I take it we'll call him Dins for short?"

Leandra only nodded, busily looking into Malfoy's little boy's eyes. They had already changed from the blue they were only minutes ago to the witch hazel that Leandra's were.

"I'm going to get Malfoy," I said excusing myself from Leandra's side.

I walked out into the hall, nervously running my hand through my hair. I was completely frustrated by the entire situation. "Do you… want to see him?"

"It's a boy?" Draco asked. He looked lost.

I turned and went back into the room, not caring if he followed or not. The door didn't shut behind me so I assumed he did. Leandra was still smiling happily, the bundle of blue blankets hiding Dins. She was a natural.

Things were awkward for us in the room. Lupin was in no mood to deal with either Draco or myself. I was pretty sure he wanted to kill us both at this time.

"Would you like to hold him, Draco?" Leandra asked. She hadn't even asked me if I wanted to hold him.

Draco seemed surprised that she would want him to have anything to do with the infant boy.

"Uh… sure," Draco answered. Leandra showed him just what to do.

As Draco held the little boy, I became extremely jealous. Did he really think that I would just let him be around a child he hadn't cared about until now? He had had a little over nine months to decide if he wanted to be part of Dins life. From where I was concerned, I wasn't going to watch this boy grow up with a biological father who couldn't make up his mind whether he wanted his son or not. I didn't care if Dins wasn't my son. I would still love him and protect him as if he was.