A.N. This chapter takes place then Hermione is nine months pregnant.
CHAPTER 11
Oh Baby
It was April 18 at 10:33 Pm, and Harry and Hermione where sitting on their couch on the main floor in front of the fireplace. The baby's room was all ready, and Hermione was due any day now. Harry smiled down at Hermione and kissed her.
"Baby." She said with her eyes closed.
"Yes?" he said.
"No, Harry! Baby!" she shrieked, standing up quickly. Her water had just broken.
"Baby? Oh, baby!" he shouted, running up the stairs to grab their things to take to the hospital. He ran back down the stairs not even a minute later with their things. He took a hold of her hand and was just about to apparate to St. Mungo's when Hermione stopped him.
"Harry, I am not having a baby at St. Mungo's."
"Why not?"
"Do you know where their Prenatal Care unit is?" Harry shook his head. "It's right next to the Mental Care unit! I am not having my baby in a place that's next to a room full of psychos!" Harry nodded quickly and walked her out to the car. There was a Muggle hospital not to far away. If he went a little over the speed limit they would be there in about ten minutes.
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They ran through the door and up to the front desk.
"My wife is in labor." He said quickly.
"Do you have an appointment?" asked the woman at the desk.
"You need an appointment for going into labor?!" exclaimed Harry.
"I meant do you have a doctor here?"
"I should be asking you that."
"Harry," said Hermione. "Shut up and let me handle this." Harry nodded and stepped back. "No miss, our doctor isn't stationed here at this hospital."
"Then what are you doing here?" Hermione's glared at the woman.
"What am I doing here? Where you just rude enough to ask me what I was doing here? Tell me something, do you have any children?"
"Yes I do, Miss. Three of them."
"That's nice. Were you very patient when you were in labor?"
"I'd have to say no.," replied the woman.
"How do you think I feel?! Now get me a doctor that can deliver this baby!" Some people waiting to be treated clapped at this, and the woman ordered a nurse to take Hermione to Prenatal Care and to tell Doctor Enoch that he was needed in room 3F. The nurse got Hermione a wheelchair and took her and Harry to their room.
She left them there after getting some information from them. She left Hermione a hospital gown and left the room. Harry helped Hermione change into it and helped her get up onto the bed and under the covers. He moved a chair over to the side of the bed and held her hand. She hadn't had another contraction since they had left the house. A doctor entered the room and smiled at Hermione.
"Hello," he said. "I'm Dr. Enoch and I will be your Obstetrician.' Harry stood and shook his hand, and then Dr. Enoch shook Hermione's. "When was the last contraction?" he said her.
"About fifteen minutes ago." Replied Hermione.
"Oh, well, you may not be having this baby for many hours then."
"Why thank you doctor." Dr. Enoch chuckled and left the room. Harry to turned to Hermione.
"You, this baby would be out already if we would've just gone to St. Mungo's."
"Harry," said Hermione.
"Yes, Love?"
"Shut up about St. Mungo's. We're not going there. Harry sighed and tried to think of something else to say.
"Do you remember that Healer that examined you the night you fell ill?"
"Yes, Harry. I remember him."
"Well did you know that he my Obstetrician?"
"Really? Oh Harry, that's so interesting!"
"Yes, well, he would've been the Obstetrician for this baby." Said Harry, placing his hand on Hermione's round stomach. "And...well...I was sort of looking forward to having two generations of Potters being born by the same doctor."
"Harry, did you know that I was born in this hospital? Well, I was. And that is the reason I did not want to go to St. Mungo's. I thought it would be cool if my baby and I were born at the same hospital. Though Dr. Enoch was not my Obstetrician, I thought it would be nice just the same. Had I known that you were born at St. Mungo's, we could've gone there. But we're here now, and I don't want to chance there being a big investigation on us for disappearing into thin air. We will have the next child at St. Mungo's. Understood?" Harry nodded and kissed her on the cheek.
Five minutes later Hermione cried out as she had another contraction.
"Can I get you anything?" asked Harry, taking her hand.
"A nurse. Go get one of those."
"There's a buzzer-"
"Get me a nurse, Harry." Harry nodded quickly and exited the room. He found the nurse that had escorted them to room 3F, and also got Hermione a glass of water.
And that was how most of the night went: Harry rushing in and out of room 3F to find the doctor, the nurse, food, and water.
It was 4:13on April 19 that Hermione gave birth to a baby girl, who, when cleaned and dry, had a tuft of jet-black hair on top of her head. Harry and Hermione named her Elise Valora Potter, just like they had planned to.
The three were left alone in room 3F.
"She's so beautiful." Said a teary-eyed Hermione. Elise's eyes fluttered open and they saw that they were deep blue in color. They belonged to Harry's father. He stuck out his hand and she took hold of his index finger. They just sat that way for a few minutes before Elise started crying. Then all Hell broke loose.
A.N. Well, there you have it folks. Harry and Hermione's first taste of parenthood. Will they have another? Who knows? I do...
P.S. Ok, My computer still has a virus, but I can still write stories and stuff like that. It may be a while before I update the next chapter, though.
CHAPTER 11
Oh Baby
It was April 18 at 10:33 Pm, and Harry and Hermione where sitting on their couch on the main floor in front of the fireplace. The baby's room was all ready, and Hermione was due any day now. Harry smiled down at Hermione and kissed her.
"Baby." She said with her eyes closed.
"Yes?" he said.
"No, Harry! Baby!" she shrieked, standing up quickly. Her water had just broken.
"Baby? Oh, baby!" he shouted, running up the stairs to grab their things to take to the hospital. He ran back down the stairs not even a minute later with their things. He took a hold of her hand and was just about to apparate to St. Mungo's when Hermione stopped him.
"Harry, I am not having a baby at St. Mungo's."
"Why not?"
"Do you know where their Prenatal Care unit is?" Harry shook his head. "It's right next to the Mental Care unit! I am not having my baby in a place that's next to a room full of psychos!" Harry nodded quickly and walked her out to the car. There was a Muggle hospital not to far away. If he went a little over the speed limit they would be there in about ten minutes.
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They ran through the door and up to the front desk.
"My wife is in labor." He said quickly.
"Do you have an appointment?" asked the woman at the desk.
"You need an appointment for going into labor?!" exclaimed Harry.
"I meant do you have a doctor here?"
"I should be asking you that."
"Harry," said Hermione. "Shut up and let me handle this." Harry nodded and stepped back. "No miss, our doctor isn't stationed here at this hospital."
"Then what are you doing here?" Hermione's glared at the woman.
"What am I doing here? Where you just rude enough to ask me what I was doing here? Tell me something, do you have any children?"
"Yes I do, Miss. Three of them."
"That's nice. Were you very patient when you were in labor?"
"I'd have to say no.," replied the woman.
"How do you think I feel?! Now get me a doctor that can deliver this baby!" Some people waiting to be treated clapped at this, and the woman ordered a nurse to take Hermione to Prenatal Care and to tell Doctor Enoch that he was needed in room 3F. The nurse got Hermione a wheelchair and took her and Harry to their room.
She left them there after getting some information from them. She left Hermione a hospital gown and left the room. Harry helped Hermione change into it and helped her get up onto the bed and under the covers. He moved a chair over to the side of the bed and held her hand. She hadn't had another contraction since they had left the house. A doctor entered the room and smiled at Hermione.
"Hello," he said. "I'm Dr. Enoch and I will be your Obstetrician.' Harry stood and shook his hand, and then Dr. Enoch shook Hermione's. "When was the last contraction?" he said her.
"About fifteen minutes ago." Replied Hermione.
"Oh, well, you may not be having this baby for many hours then."
"Why thank you doctor." Dr. Enoch chuckled and left the room. Harry to turned to Hermione.
"You, this baby would be out already if we would've just gone to St. Mungo's."
"Harry," said Hermione.
"Yes, Love?"
"Shut up about St. Mungo's. We're not going there. Harry sighed and tried to think of something else to say.
"Do you remember that Healer that examined you the night you fell ill?"
"Yes, Harry. I remember him."
"Well did you know that he my Obstetrician?"
"Really? Oh Harry, that's so interesting!"
"Yes, well, he would've been the Obstetrician for this baby." Said Harry, placing his hand on Hermione's round stomach. "And...well...I was sort of looking forward to having two generations of Potters being born by the same doctor."
"Harry, did you know that I was born in this hospital? Well, I was. And that is the reason I did not want to go to St. Mungo's. I thought it would be cool if my baby and I were born at the same hospital. Though Dr. Enoch was not my Obstetrician, I thought it would be nice just the same. Had I known that you were born at St. Mungo's, we could've gone there. But we're here now, and I don't want to chance there being a big investigation on us for disappearing into thin air. We will have the next child at St. Mungo's. Understood?" Harry nodded and kissed her on the cheek.
Five minutes later Hermione cried out as she had another contraction.
"Can I get you anything?" asked Harry, taking her hand.
"A nurse. Go get one of those."
"There's a buzzer-"
"Get me a nurse, Harry." Harry nodded quickly and exited the room. He found the nurse that had escorted them to room 3F, and also got Hermione a glass of water.
And that was how most of the night went: Harry rushing in and out of room 3F to find the doctor, the nurse, food, and water.
It was 4:13on April 19 that Hermione gave birth to a baby girl, who, when cleaned and dry, had a tuft of jet-black hair on top of her head. Harry and Hermione named her Elise Valora Potter, just like they had planned to.
The three were left alone in room 3F.
"She's so beautiful." Said a teary-eyed Hermione. Elise's eyes fluttered open and they saw that they were deep blue in color. They belonged to Harry's father. He stuck out his hand and she took hold of his index finger. They just sat that way for a few minutes before Elise started crying. Then all Hell broke loose.
A.N. Well, there you have it folks. Harry and Hermione's first taste of parenthood. Will they have another? Who knows? I do...
P.S. Ok, My computer still has a virus, but I can still write stories and stuff like that. It may be a while before I update the next chapter, though.