Home for the Summer

A/N- Ha! A cure for writers block, for the time being.



Chapter Twenty-Five: A Summer Day in the Muggle World



Exhaustion. Hermione laid sound asleep under the sheets on the mattress, Harry was asleep near her feet. Both hadn't slept in the past day. Harry was unconscious during the birth of his first child, but this time, he was wide awake and didn't even want to think of half the things Hermione went through. Let alone himself.

Ron saw them, both in needed sleep from the door way of the open hospital room. Taking each step slowly and quietly as he could to avoid waking Hermione, Harry on the other hand. " Harry, Harry wake up" whispering was not an advantage when wanting to wake someone. But the second he touched his shoulder.

" Please don't kill me!" he shot straight up in the chair, screaming.

Ron hissed, grabbing him by the underarms with a hand secured over his mouth, he dragged him from the room. Checking that Hermione had not waken before stepping into the hallway.

" Thank God it was just a dream" Harry breathed when Ron released him.

He raised an eyebrow, " what was it?".

" They were trying to kill me, chasing me down a dark alley with very sharp windows".

Ron snickered. He knew Harry was referring to his children, his two daughters, and the fear he still had about raising them. " Ella is one thing, but I don't think the other one has the ability to kill, seeing as she was born an hour ago and she's working on opening and closing her eyes, but in time. By the way, does she have a name yet?".

" Hailey" he responded, " now I'm really outnumbered".

" For you, it's a good thing. I don't think I can handle a daughter, not if she's anything like Lavender".

Harry raised an eyebrow, " then why did you marry her?".

" That's a different story".

He smirked, " you'll make a great father, don't worry".

" If so, I learned from the best. Anyways, the train leaves in a half hour, I really should get going. Besides, this Muggle world is really starting to scare me".

" Not as much as you scare them".





After Ron left, Harry had no desire to sleep, and his wife as still asleep. Though he was still beyond exhaustion. In the elevator, going down to the cafeteria for some coffee or anything with caffeine, he had his head resting on the wall near the buttons. The doors opened and he stepped off. By the time he realized that he wasn't where he wanted to go, the doors had closed again. He was somewhere between the maternity ward on the sixth floor, and the cafeteria on the first floor.

" Do you have the C.A.T scan sheets back from the Potter patient?" he heard a nurses voice before calling for the elevator again. It stopped him dead in his tracks.

" No, she's still in the X-ray room, they should be here within the hour" another voice answered.

He had the chance to leave the floor he was on, but he didn't. Hermione had changed her last name when they got married a few months before, he was the only person, female that is, who could have been a patient there. But, she didn't have any C.A.T scans or X-rays. Harry ran to the reception desk where he had over heard the conversation.

" Excuse me, I'm looking for a patient with the last name Potter?" he asked the women engaged in paperwork sitting behind the desk.

She looked at him, " are you family?".

With the same name, he could pass for family if he had to, " yes".

" Room three twenty-one" she concentrated on what she was doing before, acting as though she was waiting to give away the room number.

Taking a guess which way the room was, he curiously walked down the hall. Room three seventeen, room three nineteen, room three twenty- one. There was the chance that someone in the world that was now so strange and distant to him did have the same last name, but it was an urge in his brain. Possibly, it didn't mean anything, just a coincidence. The door was opened, and the bed was empty, but he was expecting that. There was a shelf nailed to the wall next to the doorway, like there was for every other room. A folder. Looking down both ways to make sure he was not being watched, Harry lifted the folder to read the patients name on the tab.

' Potter, Lily'