Harry couldn't remember the last time he had been so excited. For the past few months, all the feelings that he had encountered were fear, anger, sadness, and anxiety. In a way, happiness and excitement were new to him.

He had been walking down the hallway with Draco for what seemed like an eternity. They hadn't spoken much since setting off and so Harry had been left alone with his thoughts. He was a father now, and that had only started to sink in in the past 10 minutes. He had also been thinking about Ewan, and how much he would miss him.

He realized that Draco had started saying something to him. He turned to see that Draco was looking at him, waiting for a response.

"I'm sorry Draco, I kind of... missed that whole thing. What did you say?" Harry said.

Draco sighed, "I said, are you ready to do this. She's right inside this door." Draco gestured to a door that Harry had not seen before. He wondered briefly if he really hadn't seen it before and it had just appeared before shaking that thought from his head.

"Yeah, I'm ready." Harry said.

Draco did not say anything more, only pushed open the door, and then backed away to let Harry in.

The room was small, but comfortable, and was mostly dark. He saw a bed in the corner. In the chair next to it, was Tonks, asleep with her head resting on the side of the bed. When Harry walked in, Tonks woke up, and almost immediately stood up and moved out of the way. Harry went to talk to her quickly but she whispered that they would talk later.

Harry turned again to face the bed, his heart beating fast. Harry looked behind him to see if Draco was still there, only to see his back leaning against the doorframe.

He sat down in the chair next to the bed, and took a few deep breaths before reaching his hand over to wake up the person sleeping soundly in the bed.

- - - - -

Remus was alone in his room. He had sent Dumbledore out after he had tried to cheer him up. He didn't want to be cheered up. He wanted his son back. He had known it was a bad idea the minute that Ewan had told him he was going to be a spy for the Order. He knew that if Ewan's mother was still alive, she would have prevented him from becoming a spy, but Remus' hadn't been able to tell his son, 'no'. And so it was his fault that his son was going to die. He was past crying. He had done that for the past hour and a half. There was nothing he could do, so crying certainly wasn't going to help. The worst part, he was really angry with Harry. Part of him knew that it wasn't really Harry's fault, but he was still mad at him. He just hoped that he wouldn't see Harry for a few hours or he didn't know if he could control himself.

He got up and walked around the room, staring at various pictures of his son that had been hidden away for the past few months, incase someone inquired about who he was. But now it was safe, and he had taken out every picture of Ewan that he owned. The only comfort he felt was the fact the he knew Ewan had been happy the past few months. Before a few months ago, Ewan had never met Harry, but had always heard about him. Of course he had heard about him, both of their fathers had been best friends. He had been so excited. Remus stopped and stared at one of the pictures he had recently put up. It was one of the entire family, mere months before Ewan's mother had been killed. Ewan had been twelve and even Remus looked so much younger, even thought the picture had only been taken 7 years ago. Remus sighed a turned the picture face down on the table, unable to look at it.

- - - - -

Draco stood outside of the room, giving Harry and Hermione as much privacy as he could. Out of all of the people that had gone to rescue Harry, he was the only one who had come back. Then a thought came to him, Ron had gone, too. He looked around for Tonks, who was walking around near the end of the hallway.

"Tonks!" Draco whispered loudly, motioning for her to come to his end of the hallway.

"What is it?" she asked after reaching Draco.

"Have you heard anything about Ron?" Draco said urgently.

"No, I had thought he came back. I mean, yeah, I had heard that all the rest of the Aurors were still there, but I had just assumed that... Draco, he didn't come back?" Tonks asked fearfully.

"Well I haven't seen him. Of course the only place I've been so far is from here to the apparation location. He could be somewhere else here." Draco said, looking around behind him as if Ron would show up at his request.

"No," said Tonks, "I've been all around here in the past few hours and I haven't seen him. He must be with the rest of them."

"Did Dumbledore think of a plan just incase something like this happened?"

"No, I think he expected everything to go smoothly. I also think he had something else on his mind, so he wasn't focusing completely." Tonks said.

"Great. What are we going to do now? How are we supposed to think of a plan to rescue 15 or so Aurors when the people that usually think of the plans are those same Aurors." Draco said, throwing his hands in the air.

"Just calm down. I'm sure with the people that are here, we can think of something. Besides, there's one piece of the puzzle that you've forgotten about." Tonks said, smiling slightly.

"And what's that?" Draco said, a little frustrated.

"Harry's back." Said Tonks simply.

- - - - -

Hermione would recognize that voice anywhere. There was no way she couldn't. She had listened to it for the past 9 years. What Tonks had said was true, Harry was back. She rolled over quickly to face him, and immediately regretted it.

"Ohh.." she groaned, and held her stomach.

"Hermione, are you alright?" Harry asked concerned. It had been months since he had seen her and this wasn't exactly how he had planned their reunion. She nodded and looked up at him for the first time in what seemed like an eternity.

"Harry." She said, as she reached up to touch his cheek. Harry could hold back no longer, leaning down to pull her into what could have been a bone-crushing hug. Hermione started to cry as she breathed in the familiar scent that was Harry. She couldn't believe that after all this time, he was finally back again, here in her arms like it should have been. They sat like that for at least 5 minutes, before it occurred to Harry that something was missing.

"Where is the baby?" he asked, pulling away.

"She's with Albus. He thought that we might want some time alone for a few minutes." Hermione said, smiling.

"She?" Harry asked, "It's a girl?"

Hermione nodded, still smiling.

"What's her name?" he asked

"I decided that we would name her together. I had been toying with the name James for a boy and Lily for a girl, but since she's a girl, James is out. What do you think, Harry?" Hermione asked, feeling almost like Harry had never been gone.

Harry looked a little sad for a moment before answering, "I don't know about that. I don't really feel comfortable naming our child after my mother. If that makes any sense. I don't want there to be another Lily Potter."

"It's okay, Harry, I understand. I'm sorry I didn't think about that. Did you have any ideas?" Hermione asked, feeling bad about making Harry sad not ten minutes after he had been returned to her.

"I kind of like the name Elizabeth." Harry said shyly.

"That's a wonderful name, Harry, I love it." Hermione said, kissing him, "and I love you."

"I love you, too." Harry said, happy with his choice, "Well since I chose her first name, you can choose her middle name."

"Alright, I'll think about it and then get back to you." Hermione said, smiling at her business-like tone.

Harry smiled, too, so thankful that this nightmare was over.

- - - - -

After spending three hours alone in his rooms, Remus finally emerged, desperate for some company. He walked slowly down the hallway toward what had been designated as the 'Common room'. He finally reached it to find it was full of people, full of happy faces. Dumbledore was there, sitting on one of the many couches, with people surrounding him.

Dumbledore looked up at the sound of someone entering the room and smiled, "Ah, Remus. Come over here, won't you?"

Remus knew that Dumbledore's question wasn't really a question at all, more like his own way of insisting that Remus join them. He sighed and decided to humor the old man.

As he got closer, he realized that Albus was holding something, and that's what all the people were crowded around looking at. And as he came to sit across Dumbledore, he realized that the something was a baby.

"Albus, who...?" he questioned, pointing towards the newborn. Dumbledore smiled and looked down at the sleeping baby with light brown hair.

"This," he said, "is Harry Potter's daughter."

Remus nodded, ashamed for being angry with Harry. He couldn't help but feel this way, but seeing the baby made him realize that Harry had suffered as well and that it truly wasn't Harry's fault. He also realized that he hadn't said anything since Albus had introduced her and a few people were looking at him curiously.

"Sorry, I just got lost in my thoughts." Said Remus, satisfying the people around him, "She's beautiful, may I hold her?"

Dumbledore gently passed him the baby, as all the people around them looked on with envy at getting to hold the daughter of the-boy-who-lived. Just then, the infant woke up. Remus looked down and was surprised at what he saw. Emerald green eyes, staring back at him.

"Albus, did you see this?" Remus asked, nodding towards the baby.

"Yes, I did notice that her eyes are exactly like her father's, and her grandmother's." Dumbledore replied, leaning back on the couch.

"That's strange, I thought babies eyes were blue right after birth." Remus said, smiling down at the fidgeting child in his arms.

"I've never known if that was true or not, but think about it Remus, her father and mother are some of the most powerful wizards in history. She's not going to be like most children." Dumbledore said. Remus nodded in understanding and returned his gaze to the baby.

"What's her name?" Remus asked

"I wasn't told. Have you seen Harry yet?" Albus asked, changing the subject.

"No." said Remus bitterly. Dumbledore looked up at Remus' harsh tone.

"Remus, don't tell me that you blame Harry for what happened to your son? You know it's not his fault. I don't even know if he knows." Dumbledore said, taking the baby back from Remus.

"It's hard not to. I know he didn't have any control over it, but I can't help but feel that if it wasn't for Harry, my son would still be alive." Replied Lupin.

"No, Remus. If it wasn't for Harry, we'd all be dead."

With those last words to Remus, he got up and walked down the same hallway that Remus had come from only minutes before. Most likely to bring the baby back to her parents.

Remus leaned back in the couch and closed his eyes, trying to ignore all the people around him talking about 'how cute the Potter baby was' and 'how lucky she was to have such great parents'.

- - - - -

Hermione was thinking hard. She just couldn't think of any middle names. She still felt really bad about suggesting Lily for a name and that might have been distracting her from picking a middle name.

Harry had fallen asleep about 5 minutes ago, exhausted from his entire ordeal. Hermione smiled as she looked at Harry's sleeping form next to her on the magically enlarged bed. She was so happy that Harry was back, after all this time of not even knowing if Harry was alive. She didn't know how long it was that she sat there, just watching him, until she was brought out of her thoughts by a soft knock on the door.

"Come in." She tried to whisper without waking her husband. The door opened and Hermione was greeted with a most wonderful sight. Albus was standing in the doorway, holding a bundle that Hermione was sure was her baby. She motioned for Albus to sit down in the chair next to her bed that Harry had sat in originally.

"Thank you, Albus, for taking care of Elizabeth." Hermione said, taking her from her former teacher.

"No, thank you, she was most delightful," Dumbledore said, "Elizabeth? You've chosen a name?"

"Well, Harry did." Hermione said, gesturing to her sleeping husband.

"How is he? I haven't spoken to him yet." Dumbledore said, peering past her to look at Harry for a moment before returning his gaze to Hermione.

"I don't know what went on when he was gone, but whatever it is, he's taking it very well. Either that or he's just put up a mask." Replied Hermione.

"He was well taken care of for the past few months that he was gone, but I have no idea what went on before that."

"Shall I wake him?" asked Hermione.

"Yes, I think I have to talk to him for one moment before I let him get acquainted with his new daughter." Albus said, standing up and smoothing out his dark purple wizard's robes. Hermione nodded before reaching over to wake up Harry, just as he had done to her an hour earlier.

A string of incoherent mumbling accompanied the grumpy face that Hermione and Albus saw next. Both could not hold back their laughter at the look on Harry's face, of both anger at being woken up, and exhaustion.

"Harry, Albus is here." Hermione said, trying to justify why she disturbed him.

"I can see that." Harry finally said, before stretching.

"Harry, I'd like to have a word with you before you meet your daughter." Dumbledore said, extending his hand to help Harry out of the bed.

"She's here?" Harry said, looking around.

"Yes, Harry, but we can wait. I don't think Albus would take you away from me so soon unless it were very important." Hermione said.

"But..."

"Just go, Harry." Hermione said, laughing, "Just make sure you come back to me this time."

"I will, I promise."