Disclaimer: You should know by now that I am not JKR.

Harry ran down the hall of the ministry and over to the Floo fireplaces. He was going to kill Ron for this. When he reached the fireplaces, he fumbled with the powder and was barely able to say his destination clearly. He walked into his kitchen and found his mother-in-law glaring at him

"Where have you been? She had been asking for you. She is pretty upset that you are late." Molly gently chastised him. She could see he was a mess, so she took pity on him and helped him clean off the soot.

"Have I missed it?" Harry managed to get out. Molly smiled at him.

"No. She's waiting for you upstairs. The midwife says the baby will be here soon though, so you better hurry up." She ushered him upstairs, laughing quietly at her son-in-law's behavior. He was acting just like her husband had many years ago. Bill, George, and Percy had also been very flustered when their wives had given birth.

Harry walked into the room to see his wife screaming in pain. Her red hair was soaked in sweat. When she saw him, her eyes flared up with anger.

"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?" She screamed. At that moment all Harry wanted to do was run away. He convinced himself that if he could face a crazy dark wizard, he could face his laboring wife. He walked to her side and grabbed her hand.

"I'm sorry… I was out on an assignment, I did not get your message until I got back. Ron decided to leave me a note buried on my desk instead of trying to find me or sending me a patronus."

"I'll kill him." Ginny muttered. Harry had the same sentiment. Just at that moment, Ginny contracted and all thoughts about Ron left their mind.

An hour later a loud cry was heard in the room. Harry was amazed at how loud the small child could be.

"Congratulation! Welcome to the world baby boy Potter." The midwife handed Harry his first-born son. He stared down at the little bundle in his arms and was in awe.

Harry woke up suddenly, not sure what had woken him up. He put his glasses on, grabbed his wand instinctively and looked around the room. He noticed that the bathroom light was on, and his wife was not lying next to him. Then he heard the sound of Ginny throwing up in the bathroom. That must have been what had woken him up.

The Healers had given Ginny some different potions to try, and all they really seemed to do was make her unable to keep food down. They wanted her to try it for another week to see if this side effect would subside. However it was torture to Harry having to watch his wife go through this.

He quietly walked into the bathroom and sat next to his wife. He held her hair as she had another episode, and wiped her face with a moistened towel after she was done. She gave him a weak smile.

"I didn't mean to wake you. I am sorry. It came on so suddenly that I did not have a chance to put a silencing charm up" She leaned against her strong husband.

"You don't need to apologies." He placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

"I think I am good now." Ginny said as she tried to get up. Harry helped her up, noticing how weak she was.

"Do you want something to drink?" He asked as he helped her back into bed.

"No, I'm fine. I just want to try and get some sleep." The two of them laid in bed for a while, neither one falling asleep. Harry gently stroked her hair

"Ginny, maybe you should talk to the Healers tomorrow. I don't think you should keep going with these potions. You can't keep anything down, and your losing more weight." He heard Ginny give a sigh.

"Maybe your right. I have been on these potions for a week now and I can't even keep a little broth down."

"We will try another combination. We'll figure out the right combination eventually." Harry tried to reassure her. In the faint light he noticed her frowning.

"Harry, we need to be prepared if they can't figure out how to heal me, or if they can't figure it out soon enough."

"No Ginny. They will figure it out, and you will be just fine." Ginny sighed again. Her husband's stubbornness was setting in, or maybe it was denial.

"Harry, They may not. You have to accept the fact that I may die." He opened his mouth to start arguing again, but she put her hand over his mouth. "Just listen please. I want to be sure that you and the children will be alright. I know that the children are financially taken care of. But you need to also be there for the children." She removed her hand and let Harry think for a bit. He laid there in silence for a bit before she heard a silent response.

"Of course I will be there for the children." Ginny was relieved. However now she needed to find someone to watch out for Harry.

Harry was watching a Quidditch game on the tely when a familaiar white ram appeared. His son's panicked voice came from the patronus.

"Dad, the baby is coming!"

Harry turned off the tely and rushed to the fireplace to Floo over to his son's house. He found his son pacing the kitchen, obviously waiting for his father.

"There you are. The midwife said it will be a couple more hours, but I knew you wanted to be here. Dad, I don't know what to do. Nicola is in pain, and I can't do anything." James would have kept going, but Harry quickly put a silencing charm on him.

"Son, calm down and take a breath." He watched his son's attempt at taking a break. Then he removed the charm. "All you can do is be by her side, which you are not right now, so go and join her. I will contact Albus and Lily."

James nodded and ran up the stairs two at a time to rejoin his wife and the midwife. Harry chuckled a bit, remembering when James was born.

He went over to his son's owl and wrote out two quick letter for Albus and Lily. Then after the owl had left, Harry had nothing to do but wait. He went into the living room, sat on the couch and turned the tely on. 30 minutes later the fireplace turned green and Lily walked out. Albus followed soon after her.

"Dad! Any news yet?" She came and sat next to her dad. He shook his head. Albus sat on one of the overstuffed chairs.

"Hey dad, why didn't you send us a patronus? It would have gotten to us much sooner." Albus watched his dad's shoulders slump a bit.

"I havn't been able to produce a patronus since your mother died." Harry responded quietly. He did not want to admit it, but he also wanted to be honest with his children. His daughter gave him a hug and they sat quietly together watching the Quidditch game on the tely and waiting for the new Potter baby to arrive. About an hour later the midwife came into the room.

"The new baby is here. I will let your son introduce you, but I thought you might like to know that mom and baby are doing great." She then went back upstairs. They did not have to wait very long before James walked into the room with a small bundle in his arms.

"Hey everyone. I want to introduce to you Ginevra Elizabeth Potter. We decided to name her after both of her grandmothers." James had the biggest smile on his face. Harry remembered that feeling. Watching his son show off his new daughter made Harry feel like maybe he could produce a patronus.

Then James handed Harry his new granddaughter. He looked down at her beautiful face. She had very light fuzz on her head. They would have to wait to see what her hair color would be, but he assumed it would not be the dark Potter hair. After fussing over her for a bit, James took baby Evra back up to Nicola.

Lily and Albus both left soon after, but Harry decided to stay for a bit longer. He thought about the face of his granddaughter. He started to tear up a bit knowing that his wife would never meet her, but he was not consumed with grief. He looked up when his son reentered the room.

"Are you ok dad?" James asked noticing his father's tears.

"Yeah. I am just remembering your mother. I remember the day you were born, and how happy the two of us were. I am so happy for you son." Harry stood up and gave his son a hug.

"Were you scared?" James asked very quietly while in his father's arms. Harry had to chuckle a bit.

"Of course I was. I was scared that I would be a bad father, that I would mess up your life, that I would make some huge mistake. But I had your mother by my side. You have Nicola, and she has you. You will both be great parents." James smiled at his father.