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Chapter 13 New and Old Life
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ There are moments in everyone's lives when no words can describe the feeling of absolute and complete and utter shock in that moment. You know those times, when no one can say anything, because nothing could possibly describe the moment? It could be a moment of complete insanity, disbelief, or, in this particular case, mind numbing joy.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ For what could have been a split second, but felt like the lifetimes of universes, everyone merely stared at Hermione Weasley in absolute shock. The woman in question had a look of complete shock on her face as well.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Everyone wore a similar expression of shock, save Ron.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Shock wasn't extreme enough for his expression. Perhaps a description would be best. Ronald Bilius Weasley's jaw was lower than it had ever been, even lower than they day Hermione married him, than the scene only minutes before when Harry Potter walked in through the door. His sapphire eyes were so wide, Dobby would have been put to shame, and his face had turned whiter than a ghost.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Finally, to break this immense, heavy, smothering, overwhelming shock, one word from a certain Harry James Potter broke the spell. "What!"ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ The next few moments were a blur for Harry. First, following the mind numbing shock, came ear shattering screams from four different women at the same time. And with Ginny and her mother's lungs at their peak performance, Harry could have sworn he had gone deaf, and had internal bleeding within his skull.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Next came the rushing. Harry, who was deep down (buried beneath the hero) a laid back person (except in times of high stress or danger, when he turned into an arse kicking, Dark Lord killing, incredibly powerful speaker mode), did not like rushing. But that's what he found himself doing, rushing around Hermione, hearing incomprehensible words while still struggling to process the last statement made by said woman.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Finally, as everyone rushed towards Hermione save Harry, who felt strangely out of place, though it was not really strange for him, he noticed one other person who followed his lead. Ron looked as if he had been hit with a Full Body Bind, complete with a Freezing Charm just for laughs. And he looked immensely comical too.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry, no matter how he felt towards his old- friend(?), was that the word, well whatever Ron was, he wasn't going to miss the birth of his child, not one second. "Oi! Ron! Wake up!" Harry called out, and his words, like his previous statement, shook Ron out of his shock and galvanized him into action.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry had always wondered exactly what of his mother Ron had inherited. He got her temper, Harry supposed, but all her children did. Ginny especially. That was probably just a Weasley thing. But now he knew.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Because Ronald Bilius Weasley was doing more mollycoddling in the past five minutes than Harry had ever seen out of Mrs. Weasley, even at her best and most protective. He looked so similar to his mother, it was scary.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ So, while Ginny had inherited the most out of her mother's temper and part of her motherly nature, Ron, apparently, had gotten the most of it.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ "Hermione? Are you okay? Are you alright? Can you Floo? I don't want you Apparating with the baby. Mione?" This was what Ron generally said every thirty seconds, in between several incomprehensible statements that probably not even Hermione, who could translate Ron when he had his mouth full or even that time when he was drunk on Firewhiskey (Harry allowed himself a small chuckle at the memory), could understand.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Actually, everyone was staring at Ron strangely for a moment, till they remembered the pregnant lady he was talking to.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ And so the chaos began once more.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Somehow, through all the chaos, confusion, and general insanity that the twins would have given their left arms to cause, they managed to get to the fireplace and, in a mad scramble, they quickly ushered Hermione gently into it, and handed her the floo powder. With practiced ease, yet numb with shock, Hermione called out, "St. Mungo's Maternity Ward!"
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ In a flash of green fire, she was gone. Ron (who nearly tripped over himself in a dash to be next) flooed after his wife, and his parents joined him after.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry then realized that since he had no clue where the St. Mungo's Maternity Ward was, and he'd rather not wade through a mob of people rushing to thank him or just stare in abject awe and warship, groaned. "I bloody hate Floo Powder," Harry muttered to himself as he was pushed forward.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Praying to whatever higher power was listening that over three years without using Floo Powder wouldn't make his entrances any worse than they had been, he called out "St. Mungo's Maternity Ward!"
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Unfortunately, Harry found out that three years does make a difference, no amount of power or knowledge could change that. And so, Harry Potter tumbled headfirst out of the fireplace in the most ungraceful manner possible, looking more like a drunken village idiot than the most powerful wizard alive, his confusion leading up to a literal bang as he ran headlong into a wall.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ And that's how Ginny, Fred, George, Katie, Angelina, Bill, Fleur, and Charlie found the Boy-Who-Lived/Man-Who-Defeated-He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, on his arse and looking like a muggle-born first year on his very first day at Hogwarts.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ "Harry? What are you doing on the floor?" Ginny asked, trying her hardest not to sound too innocent, lest Harry take offense. Everyone else was the same way, trying their hardest (the twin's not so much) not to break out into fits of laughter.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ "Er…" Was his only response, before Harry got up, trying to retain whatever dignity he still had, and prayed to whatever deity that was currently available that no one saw his 'graceful' entrance.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ "Well, hurry up there Harry, we don't want to miss a second of Hermione's labor." Fred said mock impatiently, tapping his finger against his arm, both of which were crossed.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry wondered if he should be upset that they were mocking him, but decided that it was a good sign if they were more comfortable around him now. It was hard to be friendly with people who looked like they wanted to apologize to you every five seconds.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ "Sure." He said, smiling at them for what seemed like the first time in ages. It came so naturally to Harry that he barely gave it a second thought as he took off to the front desk.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ However, the significance of that one smile wasn't lost on the recipients, who grinned happily as they followed the Boy-Who-Lived.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ "Excuse me miss," Harry asked politely to the bored looking receptionist, "Do you know where Hermione Weasley" (the two words still felt strange on his tounge together) "was taken to?"
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ The receptionist didn't even look up (which Harry was very pleased to note), but asked "Are you family?"
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry was about to say no when Bill butted in "We're family. All of us." He said, looking pointedly at Harry to tell him to be quiet.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry complied, feeling another piece of the stone wall around his heart beginning to break.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ The receptionist nodded with a bored look, obviously not really caring about protocol, and used a finger to sift through some forms with nearly illegible handwriting. Finally, she found it. "She's in Room 103, but you'll have to wait in the reception area in the 100 wing." The receptionist droned, still not looking up (Harry decided that today was a good day).
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry nodded, and looked around to see if the younger Weasley's and their significant others caught the room number, and, after seeing they did, together they tore on down towards the 100 wing.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Upon their arrival, they found Ron and his parents already sitting down. Harry briefly wondered how everything had gone so fast, but figured that magic probably had something to do with it. It's funny, Harry thought to himself, that I've spent so much time in magical hospitals, but I don't know how they work.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Mr. Weasley sat on a couch next to his wife, patting her hand while Mrs. Weasley held an anxious yet eager expression, obviously anticipating her first grandchild.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Ron was picture perfect example of an anxious father-to-be, pacing around nervously, mumbling incoherent words while his eyes kept darting to and fro. All he lacked were some cigarettes, and those muggle cartoons Harry had once glimpsed before he was forced back into labor on the Durlsey's telly would have perfectly accurate.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Without a word passing, the arrivals quickly sat down in various areas, waiting for the newest addition to their family.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry sat down, feeling quite out of place. He was sure Mr. Weasley and probably Bill, Charlie, and maybe the twins had been through something like this before (after all, Mrs. Weasley did have seven children), but Harry had never been through something like this before. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were quite content with Dudley, and they always made comments that Harry was enough trouble as it was.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ And so, he sat there, shifting every so often, nearly as nervous as Ron.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Ginny must have sense his discomfort, because she hesitantly put her hand on his arm and asked softly, "Are you okay?'
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry turned and offered her a quiet smile that came before he could stop its arrival. "Just a little out of place, I guess. Never experienced anything like this before." Harry answered sheepishly.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Ginny smiled at him, his clumsiness in anything related to feelings endearing as always. "Neither have I." She said reassuringly.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Another piece.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry felt a little better after that remark, and relaxed a tiny bit, but now he considered two things. First off, were the complications and dangers of childbirth he had heard about. Aunt Petunia had often watched many a soap opera on the telly that depicted women dying giving birth, and Harry knew that he, nor Ron, nor any of the Weasleys, maybe not even life would be the same without Hermione. Harry couldn't imagine life without that nagging older sister presence.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Second, was the question that Hermione had put forward months ago, back when they were electing the next Minister of Magic. Would he, did he dare become godfather to Ron and Hermione's child? Should he? Harry didn't know, and decided to leave it be for now. As he had been told many a time by his father in Azakaban, "There's no sense in wasting time with questions that can't be answered right now. Focus on the here and now."
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Sound advice, that had gotten Harry through Azakaban, and would hopefully get him through the rest of his life. He just hoped that the questions would be answered soon. He hated waiting.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ After a few more minutes, the door opened and they were allowed to see Hermione. They found her sitting up, looking decidedly nervous and anxious at the same time. "Hello everyone." She said, smiling at them, but they could see she was still uncomfortable.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Everyone greeted her, with Ron already at her side as soon as they got in, until only Harry was left. "How are you, Hermione?" Harry asked quietly.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Hermione, picking up on Harry's mood, smiled reassuringly at him. "I'm fine, Harry. Don't worry about me." She said.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry didn't want to make a fuss, so he nodded and was about to back away when Hermione spoke again. "I'm glad you were here for this, Harry." She said quietly.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Ron nodded slowly, and gave him a timid smile. "Yeah, great timing." He offered.
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ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry smiled back, a habit that he decided to keep. "Yeah. I guess it was."
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ The wall was cracking. Pieces grew more fragile.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ The three, the trio, were reunited at last in silence.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ And then, Hermione gave a combination of a groan and scream and collapsed back into the bed, sweating heavily. Ron and Harry looked in shock, the words of the Healer barely registering. "She's going into labor!" He yelled.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Again, chaos reigned as everyone save Ron was kicked out of the room, though most offered no resistance, still registering what was going on.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ And so, Harry found himself waiting, once more.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ After what seemed like twelve different eternities, they got the news.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ A young Mediwitch came in, smiling at them happily. A good sign, Harry decided.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ "You can come in now. They're resting." She said quietly.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ They nodded, taking the hint and quietly shuffled in, shy, yet eager to see the newborn.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry heard Ginny and Mrs. Weasley squeal with quiet delight (Harry amused intensely by this, as, it seemed, the males of the family were, save Ron, who still looked a combination of shock and awe), and Mr. Weasley made his way over to Ron, grasping his shoulder reassuringly. The father and son shared a quiet, understanding smile, and Harry felt a pang of jealousy which he stabbed to death mentally.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Bill and Charlie grabbed their younger brother's shoulders after their father, and they too shared a quiet smile.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ The twins looked at the young one with delight, eager for a new mind to corrupt.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Yet Harry couldn't feel as if something was wrong, that something was dragging the air down, as if for a moment. It hit him. Like the bludger Dobby sent after him second year, it hit and caused him to wince in pain, trying hard not to show what he knew.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Percy.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Percy was dead and would never see his first nephew.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry didn't think there were words to fix that hole, and didn't want to try. Nothing could be said. Sometimes silence was the best comfort of all, silence with family.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ "Come see Harry. Come see." Ginny urged, tugging on his shirt softly, urgently as she led him towards Hermione and the baby.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry hesitated. What would this baby look like? Would it like him? Would he be able to see past the hurt within himself and see the baby not as the child of Ron and Hermione alone, but as its own person?
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Potter, it's a baby. Babies aren't capable of such advanced thoughts minutes after birth.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry decided that he was just being paranoid,
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry looked at the young child, this beautiful baby boy, but the wall around his heart did not crumble.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ It shattered. It was demolished. It was bombarded with more destructive rays than the Millennium Falcon. It wasn't even dust, it was just tiny bits and pieces, barely bigger than an atom. It was destroyed, utterly and completely, looking into this baby's bright, innocent, wonderful sapphire eyes so full of innocence that Harry wanted to protect it with his life. He knew in that moment he had found his way back home, surrounded by all these people and looking into this child's eyes that were so much like his father's, he was home.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry fought down tears, and smiled. Somehow, this baby, this life was like his own now, representing how he felt now, how he had wanted to feel ever since he destroyed the Boogart. New, and with infinite possibilities for the future, but it had support and love with which to draw strength from.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ He didn't know if this was how Ron felt, but when he looked at Ron, he saw that Ron held the same awed look. Everyone did. The first new child of the Weasley family. His family. They fell in love with this child who did not know anything about war, about Tom Riddle, about death.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ He felt peace, and lost himself in happiness for a moment. He had found a rare moment of peace.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Until that peace was shattered.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ It happened so fast Harry wasn't sure what was going on. All of a sudden, people were rushing in absolute chaos, he dimly heard Mrs. Weasley scream and Ginny shout, and he felt himself being pushed out of the room roughly with panic reigning. Chaos reigned, but Harry didn't even notice.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ His mind was stuck on what they had shouted as he was pushed out.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ "Oh Merlin! She's hemorrhaging! Get Blood Replenishment Potions, fast! Move damnit!"
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ "This isn't good! She's losing too much blood, too fast! We don't have enough power or potions to do this!"
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Hemorrhaging. Harry felt his blood run cold and fear that echoed the days when Ginny had been a target for kidnapping, when people he loved were being targeted.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Life gives. Life takes. Life gives. Life takes.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ It wasn't fair! He had just decided to forgive them all, and now Hermione was going to die? NO!
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ He wouldn't let it. He wouldn't let this happen, he wouldn't let another child lose a parent while he was there. He wouldn't!
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ "I won't…"
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Dimly, he heard Mrs. Weasley sobbing, and the Weasley brothers tried to console Ron, who didn't even hear them.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ "I won't let…"
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ He heard Mr. Weasley try to console his youngest son and his wife, to no avail.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ "I won't let anyone…"
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ He heard Ginny begin to come behind him, to comfort him. He didn't want it. He wanted to make things right.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ "I won't let anyone else suffer!" Harry roared, and for the first time in so long, his magic got loose. It caused all people to feel the ripple of immense power emanating from him, from his soul. The anguish, the power, the righteous fury that crashed upon them like the fury of a storm like a tsunami crashing down onto a village.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ It was anger.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ It was fury.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ It was sorrow.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ It was love.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Love for Hermione, that bossy, nosy, overprotective sister figure who had always been there. That bushy haired girl who talked too much. That girl who turned his Firebolt in to protect him, the girl whose intelligence pulled him and Ron out of plenty of trouble. They were like siblings, and Harry would be damned to hell itself if he would let his sister die.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ He found himself storming towards the room, barely aware of what he was doing. He didn't know what he could do, too angry and panicked to scan his memory for a useful spell, only capable of doing minimal brain functions with what was the equivalent of his sister near death.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ He burst into the room, eyes blazing and looking exactly as he truly was. The person who defeated Voldemort and his armies single-handedly, who defied the Dark Lord since he was one year old, who survived the horror of Azakaban, who was the most powerful person in the world.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Needless to say, those people got the hell out there.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ "You can't leave now Mione! Not now! Not now!" Harry roared, and let his magic loose. He didn't even bother with words, emotions powered the best spells, and right now, he was intensely emotional. He wanted to heal her, to keep her from death. She had to live! For Ron! For the baby! For him!
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ "Damnit Mione! You're supposed to be here for me! For your kid! For Ron, for Merlin's sake! He'll be lost without you!" Harry cried out desperately to the bleeding woman in front of him. "YOU CAN'T LEAVE!"
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Like the high tide, his magic pushed towards the woman, full of the desire to heal, backed by the power to demolish a mountain without breaking a sweat. Harry's powers were at full swing now, emotions breaking all locks on his power.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ The sapphire colored magic touched her, and wherever it touched, it purged the blood. It went inside of her, where she was bleeding and hemorrhaging, where she was dying. And it struck. It literally sealed the wound and closed up the places where she bled with magic better than anything ever seen.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Hermione's life force was slipping, Harry could see that with the Sight. So he did what his mind thought best at the moment. He threw more energy at her, to shore up her power, forcing her, demanding her to take his strength.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ And take it she did. Her aura, of its own accord, grabbed that power as a lifeline and drank from it like a straw, bleeding from Harry his strength so that Hermione could live. Even at the cost of his own life, Harry would not let her die.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry's raw energy eventually subsided, leaving Hermione healthy and whole, completely unhurt.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry, on the other hand, collapsed with the effort, being pulled into the oblivion of unconsciousness.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ When Harry awoke, he found himself being hauled up to his feet. He dragged his eyes open to find the Weasleys looking at him with awe and gratitude, mostly gratitude.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ The medical staff, on the other hand…
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Well, they looked… impressed didn't seem a strong enough word to describe how they looked.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry looked away from them, a desperate look in his eyes. "Where's Hermione?" He asked fearfully.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ The gazes from the Weasleys were reassuring, and Ginny grabbed his shoulder and squeezed it to give him further comfort.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ "She's fine Harry. See for yourself." Ron said, grabbing him and giving him the most thankful gaze he had ever been given, before it got topped.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Hermione looked more than grateful. "Harry… you… saved my life…" She whispered, tears in her eyes.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ "Well, I couldn't let you go, before I answered your question, could I?" Harry asked, a small smirk on his face.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Hermione, and everyone else looked shocked, then hopeful. "What is your answer, Harry?" Hermione asked hoarsely, getting her voice back.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ "Yes."
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ This seemed like the day for chaos.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Utter and complete pandemonium. Sheer madness. Chaos.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ That was what surrounded Harry Potter as he accepted the role of godfather to the newborn Weasley child. Harry heard cheers, felt his back being patted (more like hammered, some of the time), pulled into various hugs, and kissed on the cheek (that one was Ginny).
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ But a better madness. A better chaos. A happy chaos.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Slowly, but surely, the biggest, brightest smile appeared on Harry's face, and he looked happy and at peace. This time, it lasted.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ They danced and laughed around Harry, who smiled happily.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ But finally, Harry was struck with a thought. "Hey guys… what is the baby's name?"
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Well, there goes my peace.