Okay, guys, I got two reviews and the last chapter was long. Anyway, I tried putting this story on and they rejected it. They said that I had bad grammar and the first chapter wasn't long enough. So if you have any ideas then please let me know!

"Mrs. Granger, we have a room ready. We're going to hook you up to several machines to monitor the baby's health, your health, and of course the normal heart rate/oxygen level machine. Has your water broken yet?" the doctor was asking Hermione's mother as her father returned from dropping her off in the nursery.

"That's fine, I just want my baby to be born healthy," Mrs. Granger replied, worry clearly etched on her face.

"Mr. Granger, could you take your wife to room 207? It's down this hall and on the right," the doctor now directed her comments to Mr. Granger. She pointed down a hallway on the right side of the nurse's station.

"Yes, thank you doctor," he said in reply, nodding his thanks.

"Don't mention it. That's what we're here for," the doctor said, laughing. "Okay, while you're getting her settled, I'm going to go get your wife's records and the past sonograms. This lovely nurse can assist you in getting settled."

The doctor walked off, leaving the nurse and the Grangers to find the room. By the time they reached the room, the doctor and several other nurses waiting by the bed. As they hooked Mrs. Granger up to the many machines, Mr. Granger held her free hand.

"Is the baby going to be okay honey?" she asked her husband.

"I hope so, dear, I truly hope so," he replied, praying silently that the baby would survive for Hermione's sake.

"Mrs. Granger, we're going to do an emergency sonogram. We know that you had one last week but we need to make sure the baby is okay. How far apart are the contractions?" the doctor asked, interrupting the couple.

"They're about 10 minutes apart," she replied as another set of contractions began. She gritted her teeth and grasped Mr. Granger's hand against the pain.

"Okay, thank you. As soon as this set of contractions stops we'll begin the sonogram." The doctor turned away and began preparing the machines. As the sink turned on, the pain stopped. Mrs. Granger breathed a sigh of relief and her husband wiped the sweat off her forehead with a washcloth the nurse had given him. This was the signal for the doctor to begin.

"Now that it's obvious that the contractions have temporarily stopped," the doctor said, smiling at the look on Mrs. Granger's face, "we'll do the ultrasound. You know the drill, Mrs. Granger."

A few minutes later, Mrs. Granger was being wheeled into the operation room for an emergency C-section. The baby's health had taken a turn for the worse in the week since Mrs. Granger's last checkup. The doctors had no choice but to deliver the baby through a C-section. If they waited for the baby to come by natural means, it might be too late.

As the doctors worked, Mr. Granger held onto his wife's hand, whispering comforting words in her ear.

"Everything is going to be okay, honey," he whispered. "You and the baby are going to be just fine. We're going to go home in a couple of days and show the baby to Hermione and the grandparents and everything is going to be just fine."

Tears streamed down Mrs. Granger's face as she thought the exact opposite of what would happen. Her baby's life flashed before her eyes and how upset Hermione would be if her first sibling that she would know died before she even got to see it.

Finally, after what seemed like several painstaking hours, the doctor who had first helped the Grangers looked up and said, "Mr. and Mrs. Granger, you are the proud parents of a baby girl." The doctor held the baby up for the parents to see, but immediately, the baby was whisked away to be cleaned up and hooked up to several machines.