Disclaimer: Nope, my name's still not Joanne. It's Amelia... ;3

Harry was pacing the waiting room. It had been eight hours since he had been summoned to St. Mungo's and he was getting very worried. When he was almost to the point of pulling his hair out, another Healer came out looking very solemn. He walked up to the nervous father and began to speak.

"First, I would like to say congratulations. You now have a beautiful baby girl," He doesn't sound too happy about that, Harry thought. And I thought they said it was going to be a boy. "Second, I would like to apologize for your loss." All color drained from Harry's face. "Your wife's health is rapidly deteriorating. We have moved her into Critical Healing, but I'm afraid there is nothing we can do."

In shock, Harry leaned up against the nearest wall and sinks down to the floor. Ginny was dying. A second Healer, female this time, came up and pulled Harry up from the floor. She stayed silent as a form of respect during the walk to the Critical Healing ward. When they arrived, Harry was told to stand perfectly still while they sterilized him with a battery of complicated spells. Only then was he allowed to enter.

In the middle of the room lay the fiery-headed woman that Harry had loved since he first met her. She was unconscious, her hair splayed out around her head like a halo. Harry rushed over to her side where there was a chair waiting for him. He sat, taking in her sallow appearance.

Gingerly, Harry took Ginny's hand in his. It felt different than it had this morning. Before, it was warm and soft; now, it was cold and bony. Almost as if she was already dead. He looked down at their hands and saw their wedding rings. Their third anniversary was coming up. She would never see it.

Harry blinked the tears away and looked up at Ginny's face. Her chocolate eyes were open, and were staring lovingly at him. She did her best to smile, but it looked more like a grimace.

"It's okay, Gin," he said softly, reaching up to stroke the side of her head. "I'm here, the baby's fine…" he let his voice trail off.

"Harry," she whispered. Her voice was hoarse. From screaming? He didn't know. "I love you, Harry."

When she said this, Harry violently shook his head. "Not yet, Ginny. You aren't leaving me yet." Her eyes started to close and Harry got desperate. "C'mon, Gin, we still have to think of a name for the baby!"

"Sirius…Fred…Potter" she was fading fast now.

"No, honey," he said, shaking her hand to keep her awake. "It's a girl. The midwife was wrong."

"Lily…" She didn't say a middle name.

Tears began to run down Harry's face. "No, that's too cliché. We need something more lively."

"Love you, Harry…" A single tear made its way down Ginny's face.

"I love you too, you know that, but you're not leaving yet!" Harry's voice began to rise as he felt her hand go limp in his. "No, Ginny! Ginny! GINNY!"

At the sound of the yelling, a Healer came in, knowing what happened, and began to try and calm the grieving man. "It's okay, Mr. Potter, she's gone to a better place now. You'll be with her one day." Harry wasn't listening. He merely put his head on Ginny's chest and sobbed. "Besides," the Healer continued. "She left you a marvelous gift. Would you like to see your daughter?"

It took a few minutes for the sobs to subside, and when they were nearly gone, the Healer motioned for someone to bring the baby. He then pulled Harry up to a sitting position and told him to look at the small being wrapped in a pink blanket. They handed her to him, and he lovingly wrapped his arms around the bundle. He peeked inside.

She had large, chocolate eyes, and the beginnings of the trademark Weasley hair. Just like her mum. Harry swallowed a sob when the child looked into his eyes just as Ginny used to. It was at this moment that he vowed to protect this being with his life from now on.

When the baby began to cry, a Healer rushed forward to take her, but Harry refused, instead cuddling his daughter closer and bouncing her up and down.

"Shh," he said softly, trying to soothe her. "Be still, my little girl." Harry paused. "Everything is fine, little Ginny."

Once baby Ginny was calm, the Healers informed the new father that his daughter should still be in the Newborn ward. Harry refused to let them take her away, so he reluctantly went with them, not wanting to leave his wife's body.

They arrived at the Newborn ward and the Healers had Harry place Ginny in a magical crib that would monitor her life signs and keep her stable until she was ready to leave. Nothing was wrong with her, thank Merlin, it was just a precaution.

When she fell asleep, Harry decided that it was best to go out to the waiting room for a brief second and inform Luna of what had occurred. He hesitantly walked away from the crib, knowing that the Healers would watch over her, and made his way to the waiting room.

Luna and her daughter were still sitting there, patient as ever, with the addition of a haggard-looking Ron and Hermione with their two, Remus and Amelia, in tow. Upon seeing his two best friends, Harry felt the tears begin to flow again. Hermione saw this and rushed over.

"What happened, Harry?" she asked, while wrapping him in a hug. He placed his head on her shoulder and cried softly. Hermione awkwardly patted his back. She hadn't seen him this upset in years.

"It's Ginny," he said mournfully. Ron's face paled at the mention of his sister. "She didn't make it," Harry said before a sob broke through his throat. Hermione clutched her best friend tighter and began to cry as well, while Ron simply stood, in shock. Luna's face noticeably darkened, though her daughter was too young to understand.

Harry lifted his head and looked up at Hermione. "I have a daughter," he said with a sad smile. "Her name is Ginevra Lily Potter."