A/N thanks for all your reviews, and please review my other Harry Potter
story, the Weasley Twins and the case of the Malfoys. Thanks.
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Chapter 13: The Finger of Death.
Harry quickly regained control. He turned toward Ginny, who looked
helpless and lifeless. Harry couldn't stand this anymore. He needs his
wife, and his son. Harry grew tired. You know, the kind of tired you get
when you're really upset. He crawled onto a cot set aside for him and fell
asleep.
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Harry awoke at 9 the next morning. Next to him was Ginny, her eyes puffy
and red, but asleep.
Harry sat up and saw Malfoy in the corner, his head in his hands. Harry
didn't think this was a very good sign.
"Draco," he said, standing up and walking toward his old enemy. Draco
looked up but then put his head in his hands.
"Where's....where's the baby?" Harry asked, not wanting to know the answer.
"In the critical conditions room. Our doctors and nurses have been up all
night with him," was Draco's answer. Harry stood silently.
"I'm really sorry, Potter, but I don't know if he's going to make it. I'm
surprised he's made it this far. You have one little fighter," Draco said,
ending the awkward silence.
"Thanks," Harry said, sitting against a pole in the room.
"Doctor," said a nurse urgently, walking into the room. "We need you with
the Potter baby." Draco sighed and stood up.
"I'm sorry, Potter...Harry," Malfoy said, leaving the room quickly.
"Harry?" Ginny asked from her bed.
"Ginny," Harry said, running to her. Ginny had always been the one person
he could escape to. He climbed into her bed and rested his head in her
neck arch.
"How is he?" Ginny asked, tracing Harry's scar with her finger. This had
always been relaxing to her.
"Not very good, Gin," Harry said.
The two lay there for quiet a while. Reality had hit them both. Their son
would die, and they would have to start all over again. Their big house
would be empty for yet another year. Everything wouldn't be the same.
Harry heard footsteps coming nearer and nearer to the door. Harry clutched
Ginny's hand. This is it, the baby was dead.
Malfoy walked in the room and slowly kneeled by Ginny's bed. Harry felt
her heart skip a beat or two.
"Your baby..." Malfoy started.
"Your baby..."
"Your baby...."
"Your baby....will be okay."
Harry looked at Ginny, barely believing what he had just heard. Did Malfoy
say that the baby would live?
"Excuse me?" Ginny asked, stunned.
"The nurses are fixing him up now. He should be ready in about five
minutes. Then I'll bring him in," Malfoy said, grinning from ear to ear.
"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Potter. It's a boy." With that, he left
the room.
"Ginny, did you hear that?" Harry asked his wife, who stiffened in his
arms.
"Harry, he's okay! Our baby is alive!" Ginny said, throwing her head into
Harry's chest and sobbing uncontrollably.
Harry wrapped his arms around her and held her until the baby came in.
"Here, Ginny," Malfoy said, placing a small blue bundle in Ginny's arms.
"Thank you, Draco, really, thank you," Harry said, meeting Malfoy's eyes.
"It's my job," he said, winking. With that, he left the room, again.
The baby looked just like Harry, uncontrollable raven hair and emerald
green eyes. Harry touched the right side of his son's forehead, expecting
to feel a scar. Surprisingly, he did.
"Ginny, look!" Harry said, motioning to a thin white line on the right side
of the baby's forehead.
"He was born with the split," said a nurse coming into the room. "We had
to fix it. I think he'll have it his whole life, just like his father."
She changed Ginny's water and left the room.
"Ginny," Harry said hesitantly, "I was wondering if we could not name this
baby James. If we have another boy, then I'd love to name him that. This
baby is a fighter and all..."
"What do you have in mind?" Ginny asked, now tracing her son's scar.
"Sirius," Harry said quietly.
Ginny looked at Harry. Never once, for the years they had been dating, or
even the year they were married, had he mentioned Sirius's name.
"I think that is the perfect name for our little fighter" Ginny said.
Sirius let out his first wail and went to sleep.
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A/N there, the baby lived everything's okay. I hope you liked it. There
will be a few more chapters.
story, the Weasley Twins and the case of the Malfoys. Thanks.
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Chapter 13: The Finger of Death.
Harry quickly regained control. He turned toward Ginny, who looked
helpless and lifeless. Harry couldn't stand this anymore. He needs his
wife, and his son. Harry grew tired. You know, the kind of tired you get
when you're really upset. He crawled onto a cot set aside for him and fell
asleep.
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Harry awoke at 9 the next morning. Next to him was Ginny, her eyes puffy
and red, but asleep.
Harry sat up and saw Malfoy in the corner, his head in his hands. Harry
didn't think this was a very good sign.
"Draco," he said, standing up and walking toward his old enemy. Draco
looked up but then put his head in his hands.
"Where's....where's the baby?" Harry asked, not wanting to know the answer.
"In the critical conditions room. Our doctors and nurses have been up all
night with him," was Draco's answer. Harry stood silently.
"I'm really sorry, Potter, but I don't know if he's going to make it. I'm
surprised he's made it this far. You have one little fighter," Draco said,
ending the awkward silence.
"Thanks," Harry said, sitting against a pole in the room.
"Doctor," said a nurse urgently, walking into the room. "We need you with
the Potter baby." Draco sighed and stood up.
"I'm sorry, Potter...Harry," Malfoy said, leaving the room quickly.
"Harry?" Ginny asked from her bed.
"Ginny," Harry said, running to her. Ginny had always been the one person
he could escape to. He climbed into her bed and rested his head in her
neck arch.
"How is he?" Ginny asked, tracing Harry's scar with her finger. This had
always been relaxing to her.
"Not very good, Gin," Harry said.
The two lay there for quiet a while. Reality had hit them both. Their son
would die, and they would have to start all over again. Their big house
would be empty for yet another year. Everything wouldn't be the same.
Harry heard footsteps coming nearer and nearer to the door. Harry clutched
Ginny's hand. This is it, the baby was dead.
Malfoy walked in the room and slowly kneeled by Ginny's bed. Harry felt
her heart skip a beat or two.
"Your baby..." Malfoy started.
"Your baby..."
"Your baby...."
"Your baby....will be okay."
Harry looked at Ginny, barely believing what he had just heard. Did Malfoy
say that the baby would live?
"Excuse me?" Ginny asked, stunned.
"The nurses are fixing him up now. He should be ready in about five
minutes. Then I'll bring him in," Malfoy said, grinning from ear to ear.
"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Potter. It's a boy." With that, he left
the room.
"Ginny, did you hear that?" Harry asked his wife, who stiffened in his
arms.
"Harry, he's okay! Our baby is alive!" Ginny said, throwing her head into
Harry's chest and sobbing uncontrollably.
Harry wrapped his arms around her and held her until the baby came in.
"Here, Ginny," Malfoy said, placing a small blue bundle in Ginny's arms.
"Thank you, Draco, really, thank you," Harry said, meeting Malfoy's eyes.
"It's my job," he said, winking. With that, he left the room, again.
The baby looked just like Harry, uncontrollable raven hair and emerald
green eyes. Harry touched the right side of his son's forehead, expecting
to feel a scar. Surprisingly, he did.
"Ginny, look!" Harry said, motioning to a thin white line on the right side
of the baby's forehead.
"He was born with the split," said a nurse coming into the room. "We had
to fix it. I think he'll have it his whole life, just like his father."
She changed Ginny's water and left the room.
"Ginny," Harry said hesitantly, "I was wondering if we could not name this
baby James. If we have another boy, then I'd love to name him that. This
baby is a fighter and all..."
"What do you have in mind?" Ginny asked, now tracing her son's scar.
"Sirius," Harry said quietly.
Ginny looked at Harry. Never once, for the years they had been dating, or
even the year they were married, had he mentioned Sirius's name.
"I think that is the perfect name for our little fighter" Ginny said.
Sirius let out his first wail and went to sleep.
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A/N there, the baby lived everything's okay. I hope you liked it. There
will be a few more chapters.