Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. The only thing I own is the plot in this fanfiction, the characters I made up, and this computer I'm typing this on…actually, this is my mom's computer.
A/N: Here's the fourth chapter. Is anyone else but me confused by the new rating system?
"She having trouble breathing!" a healer yelled. He was holding a small newborn baby in his arms. The child was taking short strained breaths and crying weakly. "Put the other two in a couple of cribs and get them in the other room. Someone get me some help over here!"
Flashes of light came from the room as many spells were performed to try to help the baby. But nothing worked.
"Give her to me!" a raven-haired man ordered. He seemed to have just appeared.
"You're not supposed to be in here-wait…you're...I'm so sorry y-you're gr-greatness, please forgive me."
"Give me my daughter! I can help!" Tom demanded impatiently. The healer handed the baby to him. Tom felt eyes on him as he drew his wand. He looked at them threateningly, "Out."
They wasted no time evacuating the room. Tom looked down at the baby and took a deep breath.
"Stop." He whispered softly. The baby stopped crying and looked up at him, still struggling to breathe. He could tell she was starting to lose consciousness. Tom pointed his wand at the baby's throat and whispered something. It was an ancient spell he had learnedsome time ago. It was said to cure everything. Very few people knew it, not even the best healers.
The baby paused, Tom waited silently. Then it breathed normally again.
"Well, Kristen. We'd better see your mum." He said with a sigh. The new, un-official, ruler of the wizarding world had to push through several people with cameras, eager to see the baby. He vaguely remembered hiring people who were supposed to do this for him.
In one of the rooms, Ginny was lying on a bed holding a baby. By her side was a crib with another small baby in it.
"Andria's sleeping." Ginny said, looking at the baby in the crib. Tom knew she was holding their son now. "Is…is Kristen okay?"
"Yeah. Stupid healers. They wouldn't know a healing spell if it bit them on the-"
"Tom, don't blame them, they're not like you, nor nearly as powerful. You can't expect them to know some things."
"I still think they should be hiring better people here. St. Mungos is supposed to be a good hospital."
"Don't let it get to you." Ginny said. After a few moments of silence, Tom looked at her closely and realized something was bothering her.
"What's wrong?" he asked, sitting down near her on the bed.
"Nothing." She said quickly. Thanks to his skills in Legilimency, he knew right off that she was lying.
"C'mon now Ginny, love. Tell me the truth." Tom said calmly. He hated to be lied to, he absolutely hated it. But he had to stay calm for Ginny.
"I just wish my parents could be here. My mum would love to see her grandchildren."
"Oh, and I'm sure she wouldn't care that I'm the father." Tom said sarcastically. Ginny dropped her eyes.
"I just thought-"
"She won't want to see them Ginny. She'll want nothing to do with you when she reads the daily Prophet tomorrow and discovers you decided to have my children." Tom said harshly. He knew that if she saw her family or any of her friends there was a good possibility that they would try to convince her to leave. Tom wanted to keep her with him forever. He didn't want her to go beyond the stone walls just outside of the castle ever again. And she wouldn't once they returned. He'd make sure of it.
He watched Ginny as she tried not to cry. She looked down and Andria for a few minutes.
"You're right." Ginny whispered. "When are we going home?"
"Tomorrow."
A/N: Short chapter, I know. But I'll update again. Click the little button and review please.
