A/N: This one is short. Sorry. I don't really like this story, but I think I'll post all of it anyways. Maybe someone will like it. And if you are that someone, please tell me in a review. This story is scarce on reviews.
Chapter 7
Hermione insisted that Emily be brought into their room, so she could watch her. Emily was brought in with an incubator. She had turned pale and cried for over an hour until she fell asleep. Hermione watched her baby girl until well after midnight and then fell asleep. Harry paced the room back and forth until his feet felt like they would fall off. He pulled up a chair next to the incubator and put his hand through the holes of the incubator. Emily grabbed his hand with her little finger and rolled over in her sleep.
"Please make it through the night," Harry said over and over again. Then he decided to do something he had rarely done in his life. He prayed.
"Lord, I have never asked you for really anything in my life, but I ask you to please let my baby girl live. She's such a tiny thing and I don't know if I could bare it if she passed away. Please let her live. Please," Harry prayed. He then put his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. Harry cried again.
Harry couldn't keep his eyes off of Emily. Her breathing was getting shorter and her face paler. He tried to call out to Hermione but he couldn't find his voice. Only a sob came out. Emily started coughing up blood and he tried to get to her, but couldn't get out of the chair. He was going to have to watch his daughter die right before his eyes. Emily fell still then her eyes glowed red. Instead of Emily lying in the incubator it was Lord Voldemort. Harry tried to yell out, but his voice was still gone. Voldemort laughed cruelly and pointed his long gray finger at Harry. Harry still couldn't move and saw a flash of green light.
"Oh your up," the nurse said giving Emily some medicine through an eye dropper.
"I fell asleep?" Harry asked.
"Yes, you slept through her little cry. She made it through the night. I think she's going to be ok," The nurse said.
"So it was only a dream," Harry whispered.
"Uh, yeah, I'm not even going to ask," The nurse said, taking Emily out of the incubator. "Would you like to hold her?"
"Yes," Harry said. The nurse handed him Emily and Harry took her into his arms.
"She could probably use a bottle. She hasn't eaten anything since her birth," The nurse said. "I'll feed her if you want."
"No, I want to feed her," Harry insisted.
"Ok, well I put some medicine in this bottle that will help her. She'll have to have this medicine until she's four years of age. But I'll explain that to you when your wife wakes up," The nurse said, showing Harry how to hold Emily while he fed her. "She might not eat much, but she'll get an appetite soon enough." With that she left the room saying she would be back in a half hour. Harry smiled at his little girl who was drinking hungrily. She looked up at him with those green sparkling eyes, lifting her small little fists in the air.
"I love you," Harry whispered to her, with a smile on her face. Hermione sat up in bed and looked at the incubator with a small cry.
"Harry! Why didn't you wake me! I wanted to be with my baby even if she died!" Hermione cried.
"Hermione, look," Harry began.
"Harry! Why did the Lord have to take such a small innocent child," Hermione continued.
"Hermione!" Harry yelled. Hermione looked at him, feeding the baby.
"Oh! She's ok," Hermione said, wiping her tears away. Emily coughed at that moment and turned her head away from the bottle, leaving a streak of milk across her cheek.
"Guess she's full," Harry said, putting the bottle down.
"Harry! Can I hold her?" Hermione asked. Harry walked over to her bed and handed over Emily. Hermione smiled at the baby cooing in her arms. Hermione got a look in her eyes, that Harry new instantly was the look a mother gets when she's madly in love with something, especially her child. Mrs. Weasley got that look when each of her children was married off, and when her grandchildren were first put in her arms. Harry smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed next to Hermione.
"She has your eyes," Hermione noted.
"But it looks like she has your hair," Harry said, gently touching the little brown wisps of hair coming out of his daughters head.
"She'll hate it soon enough," Hermione laughed. Harry smiled gently kissed Emily on the cheek.
"Oh, good you're both up," The nurse said walking back into the room.
"She's going to be ok, right?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, it appears someone or something wanted her to live so badly that she was healed quicker then most babies are. But she is going to have to stay here for a week. So that we can keep an eye on her," The nurse explained.
"All right, but will we have to give her any medicine at all or anything?" Hermione asked, rocking Emily in her arms. The nurse held up a small yellow bottle.
"You will have to give her two spoonfuls of this a day. They must be given together though. You can give it to her any time of the day, and when you are ready the bottle will appear in your hands. And if you give her to little the bottle will refuse to close and if you give her too much the bottle will close the spoon inside. The bottle will never empty until she is four years old and when that time come, it will disappear and you will never see it again," The nurse explained.
"So it's and enchanted bottle?" Harry asked.
"Yes," The nurse said, nodding her head.
"And what if she has heart problems later on?" Hermione asked.
"She won't, but if she does bring her right here and we can cure her, but I don't think she will have anymore problems, as long as you give her this medicine she'll be fine," The nurse replied.
"That's wonderful!" Hermione said smiling at her little girl.
"Oh yes, and one more thing," The nurse said.
"Yes?" Harry questioned.
"What's her last name? I need to fill out the birth certificate," she said.
"Potter," Harry said, turning back to his baby. They heard a clink hit the tile floor and looked up.
"A-are y-you th-the H-Harry P-potter?" The nurse stuttered.
"Yes," Harry said.
"You're the boy who lived, the one who defeated the Dark Lord when you were one year old, the one who helped bring the Dark Lord down again in your fifth year, and the one You-know-who wants to kill now!" The nurse said stunned.
"That would be me," Harry said, rolling his eyes.
"Oh, may I please have your autograph?" The nurse asked.
"Uh, no, just fill out her birth certificate please," Harry said turning back to Hermione.
"Oh yes! Emily Hermione Potter. Born on July 29th the year 2000. Why her birthday is close to yours!" The nurse said, filling out the birth certificate. Harry nodded. "I'll leave you two be!" She then left the room, leaving the yellow bottle behind. Harry picked it up and put it on the nightstand.
"She was a character wasn't she?" Hermione said, rocking the now sleeping Emily in her arms.
"Yes, will you be ok, for a few hours while I go and quit the Quidditch team?" Harry asked.
"You're actually going to quit?" Hermione asked.
"I thought that's what you wanted," Harry said.
"Well…yes, but you love Quidditch," Hermione said.
"I know, but I don't want to be away from you and Emily," Harry said. "But I do love Quidditch." Hermione looked at him, thinking of what to do.
"How about for a year, and if I complain too much and you hate it, then quit," Hermione suggested.
"Ok," Harry said sitting back down on the bed. Hermione smiled and put one of her hands on top of his.
"I can't wait until we bring her home," Hermione sad after a few moments of silence.
"Me either," Harry said, watching his little girl sleep peacefully in his wife's arms.