(A/N: Okay, this is the chapter that will make up for that crapy one!! I am SO sorry about that shit. Okay, chapter 3!!!!!!!!!)
Chapter 3: Little Miracle
"Oh, my God," Hermione said as she looked at the thing in her hand.
"Harry! HARRY!!!"
"You shouted?"
"Um… Harry, I'm pregnant!"
Harry fell over.
"Oh, God, I killed him."
Harry got up on his elbows. "Are you sure?"
"The test is error-proof."
Harry stood up. "I wanted a pet first."
"That's too bad. You're going to be a dad."
"It's your fault," Harry said, child-like.
"Excuse me!?" Hermione said disbelieveingly. 'Correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't think it's possible for me to conceive a baby by myself!"
Harry smiled. "Duh." He hugged and kissed Hermione. "I'm going to be a dad." He did a little dance.
Hermione couldn't help but laugh at him.
Hermione slammed the phone on the hook. She stood there fuming. How could her mother say that?
"Hermi, be careful," Harry warned. Ever since he found out about he was going to be a dad, he had been protective of her. Hermione kind of liked it.
"Harry, I'm fine! Do you know what my mother said!? She said we were too young to be parents!"
Harry stared at her. "Okay…"
'I mean, it's like she's saying we're not responsible!"
" I think we are."
"And she also said that you wouldn't be a good dad! Of course you will be! My God, it's only because you're a wizard, she's so…"
"Hermione!" Harry said. Hermione was turning red. "Calm down."
"Sorry, Harry."
Harry stroked her hair. "Don't worry what your mother or anyone else says."
Hermione changed the subject. "What are you hoping for?"
"A boy, of course."
"No way! A girl is better."
"Yeah, but it will be a boy."
"$10 says it's a girl."
"You're on."
Hermione put a hand on her bulging belly. Any day now.
"Hermione, you're huge!" Harry smiled.
'Thanks, Harry," Hermione said sarcastically.
"Any day now, we're going to have a new family member."
Hermione gasped. "Harry, come feel the baby kicking!"
Hermione sat down and Harry put his cheek against her stomach. He could feel the soft, rhythmic kicking. It filled him with happiness. Suddenly, he could feel Hermione grow tense. He looked up.
"Harry," she whispered, clutching his hand. "It's time."
Hermione was sitting on a hospital bed with Harry at St. Mungo's Hospital. Nothing big had happened, yet. Harry could tell Hermione was nervous, but excited. A nurse came over.
"Are you feeling okay, honey?" the nurse said to Hermione.
Hermione nodded. "But I'm feeling a lot of pressure."
The nurse smiled. "That means in a minute you'll be ready."
Just then Hermione gasped and squeezed her eyes shut. She grabbed Harry's hand and squeezed it so hard that he thought his fingers would fall off. A few seconds later, she loosened her grip.
"Ow," Harry said, flexing his fingers slowly.
"Okay, honey," the nurse said. "Time to go."
Harry stroked Hermione's glistening forehead. His hand hurt like hell, but he wasn't complaining. They had been here for five and a half-hours, but it seemed like forever.
"One more push, sweetheart, and you'll be done." The nurse said.
"Come on, Hermi, you can do it, one more." Harry whispered.
The next thing Harry heard was, "Congratulations! You have a beautiful baby girl, and another is coming!"
"What?" Hermione gasped.
"You didn't want us to tell you, but you have twin girls!"
Hermione had a few seconds to relax before she had to start pushing again. This took only a few minutes. When they were clean, the nurses handed both babies to Hermione. "Here you go, honey."
"Harry, they're so beautiful," Hermione whispered. She looked exhausted, but she was glowing with pride.
"Let me hold one," Harry said softly. Hermione put one of his daughters in his arms. Wisps of brown hair were on her head, and when she opened her eyes, he saw his own eyes staring back at him. He smiled and kissed her tiny forehead.
"What should we name her?" he asked.
"I want to name her Alexandria, and her middle name should be Lillian."
"That's great! We should name her," Harry said, pointing to the baby in Hermione's arms. " Um… Samantha Marie."
"Okay. Alexandria Lillian and Samantha Marie Potter."
"Beautiful."
When Hermione, Alexandria, and Samantha were asleep, a doctor called Harry over to a corner.
"Mr. Potter, I'm afraid I have some bad news."
"What?" Harry asked. He could feel a cold sweat on his forehead. What's wrong with my girls?
"Well," the doctor began. " One of your daughters, Samantha, she has less than a day to live."
Harry gasped. "Why?"
"Her lungs didn't develop properly, so she's not getting enough oxegyn. I'm very sorry, Mr. Potter. I'll leave you to tell your wife."
Harry walked over slowly. How was he going to break this to Hermione? Hermione was a light sleeper, so when he sat on the bed, she woke up.
"Hermi, I have to tell you something."
Hermione sat up. She could hear the sadness in his voice. 'What's wrong, Harry?"
"Samantha, she's… she's going to die."
Tears shined in Hermione's eyes. "What?"
" Her lungs aren't working. She can't breathe right."
"No." Hermione whispered. She looked sadly down at Samantha, who was sleeping in a cradle next to the bed. "She's fine! Look at her."
"Hermione…"
"Look!" Tears poured down Hermione's face. "She fine! She's…" Hermione trailed off. Then, in a defeated voice, "what about Alexandria?"
"She's fine." Harry said softly.
"Well, at least we have one left." Hermione lifted Samantha into her arms. Samantha wiggled for a moment, then relaxed.
They stayed like that nearly all day, the three of them sitting there. It was painful for Harry to watch the life slowly drain out of his daughter, but he couldn't leave Hermione alone. When the last breath escaped Samantha, Hermione bent her head and tears slowly trailed down her cheeks. For the first time, at least that he could remember, Harry cried with her.