"Hello, I'm looking for the Potter's?" The receptionist stared at me.
"Are you family?" I shook my head and cast a few silent spells.
"I'm a nurse." She nodded, dazed, and pointed me upstairs.
" has been asking for one, head up." I nodded and quickly went upstairs. I walked in after transfiguring my clothes to that of a nurse.
"Dr. Wishwelle? I'm here to help." She nodded, looking relieved, "Keep Mrs. Potter company for a bit, I'm going to go make some last minute preparations."
I nodded, "alright, Mrs. Potter, how are you feeling?" She glared daggers.
"Like someone has stuck a Giant in my stomach that decided to stomp on my privates," I nodded.
"Very inventive," I smiled assuringly to her, "it won't be much longer now."
Within the next hour, James Potter was brought into the world, Juliette came next, with problems.
"It's a girl." The doctor said, handing the baby to me, I quickly cleared her airways as Dorea Potter began to freak.
"She isn't crying, why isn't she crying?!" I looked at the doctor.
"I'm taking her to intensive care, her lungs are not developed." As I walked out the door, Charlus approached me.
"Where are you taking her?!" I stared at him.
"Follow me," I lead him down to a currently unused hospital room.
"Here." He took the black envelope from me, looking angrier by the second.
"My name is Hermione, and I'm going to save your daughter's life. That letter is for her on her sixteenth birthday. Give it to her then." I began moving my wand over the girl as I felt my memories being drained. The last thing I heard as I faded away was a cry from the little girl introns of me.
That was horrible, and I'm sorry, but bear with me, it will get better next chapter, see you next time!