Chapter 3

The Miracle of Life

'Calm down Hermione!'

'You try pushing a watermelon out of a hole the size of pea!'

'Ok, you've made your point, but please still calm down and stop breaking my hand?'

Hermione loosened her grip on Harry's hand and he backed away, massaging it. So instead she grabbed Ron's hand. Ron instantly panicked, after seeing the pain Harry had gone through, and Harry was stronger than he was. He tried to squirm away, but the grip tightened.

'Not so fast buddy boy.'

'One last push Hermione', said Madam Pomfrey from the end of the bed, where neither boy dared to venture and see the miracle of birth. Knowing the two of them, they most likely faint even though they'd fought giant chess pieces, huge snakes, Death Eaters and seen a Dark Lord return to life.

'That's what you said ten pushes ago!' Hermione roared in answer to Madam Pomfrey's statement. But she pushed anyway.

Hermione's stomach grew smaller and heard Madam Pomfrey give a shout of joy. The next thing they heard was a little cry and Hermione was being passed her little girl. Her little girl completely favoured Hermione's looks. Brown curly hair, a soft face, and by the looks of her, she was going to be a complete bookworm. Her brown eyes looked around the room, already interested in everyone and everything.

'Hello there', Hermione cooed. The little girl looked up at Mummy and gave another soft cry. Hermione smiled.

'Can I hold her?' asked Harry uncertainly. He'd never held a baby in his life, but something in him made him want to hold the child. Hermione nodded and gently passed the baby. Harry smiled and little one smiled back. She laughed and squirmed, then tried to grab Harry's glasses. Harry kept them well out of her reach.

Next Ron held her. He tried to amuse her like Harry had, but little one didn't smile back. She was staring at him as if she knew something he didn't.

Hermione took her daughter back because she was began to squirm around a lot and knew by some instinct that she was hungry. Hermione pulled open her dressing gown and the baby began to feed. Both boys had been talking to each other but they had both glanced down to ask Hermione something, they both fell backwards in a dead faint. Hermione rolled her eyes.

'You're daddy can't even stand to see you getting fed, Cassie.'

Cassie didn't care. She was too busy eating.