Harry
The limo finally pulled into the parking lot of the hospital nearest the church and I jumped out.
"Seamus, Ron can you please watch over Hermione…don't move her something could happen to her internally, I'm just nervous." I instructed.
"Harry, we'll take care of her." Ron gave me a nervous smile of hope.
"Thanks." I did the best I could to force a smile of return then turned and ran up the steps to the door of the emergency room.
"Nurse, please, help me, my wife is due to have a baby in two months but we think she went into pre-mature labor, I don't know what is going on. She fainted and…" I rambled on to the large dark woman at the receptionist desk.
"Name please." The nurse, whose name-tag read Loretta, said in a bored tone.
"Mine or hers?" I asked, talking even faster then normal, why couldn't she just call a doctor or something?
"I need the patient's name sir, not yours." She said slowly, acting like I was an idiot.
Suddenly a young looking man came through the swinging double doors into the hospital.
"Loretta, this man obviously has an emergency, ask him these questions later." The man turned to me and put his hand on my shoulder. "Where is your wife?"
"Oh my, thank you!" I said turning to escort the doctor to the limo. The doors were open and all of my friends were crowded around Hermione.
"Everybody move out of the way." The doctor insisted. He then spoke into his radio, "I need a stretcher by the ER entrance STAT."
"Can I be with my 'Mione?" I asked, pleadingly.
"We'll see, you just stick by me for now. Can you quickly answer some questions for me while we transport her into a bed?" He asked, "Well, first of all let me tell you my name. I am Dr. Drake Russell, pleasure to see you again, Mr. Potter."
"How do you know my name?" I asked quizzically. I did not want to spend Hermione's precious minutes chatting with this gentleman, although he was very friendly. Thankfully a man arrived with a stretcher as we stood there and lifted Hermione onto it. As he began to run in the building with her, we followed.
"Well, you know Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry?" He asked quietly, as this was a muggle hospital.
"Yes, how do you know, are you a wizard?" I replied staring at Hermione's limp body on the moving stretcher. She still had her gown on from the wedding but her hair was sweaty and sticky and her mouth turned down in a slight frown. I hoped she was not in pain any longer; I cannot bare the thought of her being in pain.
"Well, I'm sure you got quite acquainted to a Madam Poppy Pomfrey?" He asked, telling me the name of the schools nurse I had become so accustomed to over my years of battling Voldemort and playing Quidditch.
"Yes, how do you know-?" I was so confused I did not even know how to ask.
"Well, I am her daughter's husband. I was born a wizard but then later got kicked out of Hogwarts for spending too much time horsing around in the infirmary and not enough time in the books, who knew that would turn into a medical degree some day?" He chuckled at his own memories as I stared at him.
"Wow I've done a lot worse things then that but I still managed to stay in school." I replied dumbly; automatically mad at myself for simultaneously making fun of him without trying to.
He just laughed it off and replied, "Well of course, you're the amazing Harry Potter, you defeated Voldemort many times in your life and eventually killed him off, do you think the school that taught you how to do it would kick you out without being accredited, of course not!"
I never exactly thought of it that way. I probably looked quite bewildered since Drake soon put his hand on my shoulder and led me to a seat.
"Now we cannot take you into the operating room with us, I apologize but we are going to try to remove the baby without killing both of them."
"What? They could die?" I cried putting my hands over my eyes to not let him show tears were pouring out. "They are my life Doctor, how could they die?"
"Mr. Potter, settle down, the chances that the baby will survive is 50-50 and the chance that Hermione will survive is 70-30, so you need not worry, they have a chance." With that he turned around and walked through the double doors. I sat there in the waiting room chairs for at least five minutes watching my life with Hermione flash before my eyes, she couldn't die, she is the most important thing in my life.
Before I knew it my friends piled into the waiting room and sat on the chairs around me. Ron had his arm around my shoulder and Mon was on the other side of me, rubbing my back.
"Ron, they could die, both 'Mione and the baby." I told him, sobbing. I normally don't get this emotional; I do not know what came over me. My life was not supposed to go this way. Hermione, Harmony and I were supposed to live happily ever after, now that seemed so far gone.
"Harry, Hermione is strong, and between yours and Hermione's strengths, the baby is bound to be strong too, they will both come through fine." Ron reassured me.
"Yes Harry, this is supposed to be a good day, and it will be." Mon smiled when I looked up. I reached over and gave her a quick hug.
"Oh Ron, Mon, I am so sorry that this had to happen on your wedding day. Why don't all of you please go to the reception, and I'll call you or even apparate over to let you know how everything goes." I felt so horrible that they had to share this burden with me on their special day.
Ron cast Mon a look behind my back and nodded.
"Harry, we could not leave you, Mon is going to go to the reception hall and explain what happened to our guests and kindly ask everyone to finish enjoying themselves, although we will not be present." Ron told me.
"You guys do way too much." I insisted.
"Harry, we love Hermione, and we love you…we would like to be here for you." Mon said calmly and then left.
Hermione
I felt like I was laying on a sidewalk. There were calm looking bright white birds flying overhead, they looked so close that I could touch them, but when I reached they were nowhere near my fingertips. I blinked hard to see if I was imagining them, but they didn't go away.
Suddenly, a dark figure came flying through the group of birds, tearing through the sky getting closer and closer to the ground I was upon. I felt my heartbeat quicken, I have seen this figure before…He was the dark lord, Lord Voldemort, I screamed and everything went black.
Harry
"NO!" I screamed sitting up quickly in the chair I had yet to leave in the waiting room in the hospital. I must have dozed off for a moment; I looked out the windows and saw it was pitch black outside. All of my friends were sitting around me, reading various assortments of magazines and medical pamphlets. I suddenly remembered why I was here. I quickly scurried up to the desk to ask the night nurse about Hermione.
"Hello ma'am, do you have any information on Hermione Potter's condition?"
"I'm sorry honey." This nurse's smile looked warm and comforting, she was much sweeter then the previous one. "We do not find out any information until the patient is in recovery, and it seems to me that your wife is still in the OR." She gave me one last look of pity and turned back to the computer she was working on.
I went back and sat down next to Ron.
"Harry what's the matter, I heard you screaming!" Ron exclaimed, worried.
"I was having a dream that Voldemort came back." Everybody looked up from their magazines and gasped. I lowered my voice, "And my scar started burning. That hasn't happened since we defeated him Ron…what's going on?"
"I don't know Harry, but I have a feeling it isn't good, first Hermione gets hurt, now Voldemort is back, I guess this isn't such a good day after all." He cast a worried glance at Mon, "I feel so bad, and this has been the day she's been dreaming about since she was six years old."
"Ron, you haven't done anything wrong. Why don't you take her back to her apartment and get ready for your honeymoon. And don't tell me you aren't going, you need to enjoy yourselves!" The accustomed pain of guilt was returning.
"That does not sound half bad Harry, please let me know if you need me right away, I really do not want to leave you like this." Ron started getting up.
"It is fine Ron, have fun!" I said with any ounce of enthusiasm I had left. I watched as Ron walked over to Mon and helped her up. I thought back to the days when they were still nervous about just being near each other. Now they are finally married. As they walked out the door I felt the familiar twitch of pain returning to my scar. It's nothing, I promised myself, it's probably just from worrying about Hermione.
Ron
Since I still lived with mum and dad, Mon and I planned to live at her apartment while we searched for a new home, hopefully near Harry's and Herm's. We left the hospital and found a quiet spot to apparate back to the apartment. Once we arrived home we flopped down on the couch.
"Ron, I know it's our wedding night and it's special but I really just don't feel like-." Mon started.
"You don't even have to say it; I know…I feel the same way." I said softly, cupping her cheek in my hand, "I'm sorry this had to happen on our wedding day, it was supposed to be so special for you."
"Ron, it's fine, I'm just worried about Hermione, as I'm sure you are. Let's just go to bed and try to sleep." Mon gave me a hopeful smile, "I'm sure when we wake up we'll find out that Hermione and the baby are just fine!"
"Thank you for having a positive attitude." I gave her an impish grin as I stood up and lifted her off of her spot in the couch, "Now let me at least escort you to the bedroom properly."
Hermione
I woke up to feel a small ache in my belly. I looked down and the small lump that I had become accustomed to was gone. I screamed in terror that someone had taken my baby.
"HARRY!" I yelled, a young looking doctor came in the room.
"Ah, Ms. Potter, I see that your finally awake." He said with a small smile.
"Who are you, and what have you done with my baby?" Tears began streaming down my face as I looked into this man's young handsome face, "And where's Harry?"
"He's in the waiting room; would you like me to get him?" He asked, still smiling.
"Yes please!" I shouted, knowing I was not minding my manners, but I did not care, I wanted my family.
Several minutes passed but because I was in the plain white room alone, it felt more like hours. But before too long Harry ran into the room, with Dr. Drake at his heals.
"Hermione love, are you alright?" Harry asked, seeing me sitting up in bed. I must have looked terrible. My normally recently straightened hair was probably outlined with frizz. I hadn't showered since before the wedding and who knew what time it was now.
"Harry, Harmony's gone!" I said glancing down at my almost flat stomach.
"Mrs. Potter, you went into premature labor," Dr. Drake began to explain, "Your contractions were so strong that you passed out during the ride here, shortly after you passed out, you arrived at the hospital and were brought directly into the operating room where we surgically moved the baby."
"In other words, she had an early sea-section?" Harry asked the doctor quizzically.
"Exactly, though she was only in her seventh month of pregnancy." Dr. Drake told him.
"Is Harmony okay?" I asked the question that I had been most scared of.
"She is very pre-mature but currently we have her in a type of incubator." He told us.
"Well, how small exactly is she?" Harry asked.
"She's about 3 pounds 18 ounces but her heart beat is strong, we are confident that she will be okay." Dr. Drake explained, "We cannot let her out of the hospital, or a germ free environment until she is at least six pounds though, because at her small size, it would be very hard for her to fight off any illness she might obtain in the 'real world'. Now if neither of you have any questions, I will leave you two to talk!"
"Thank you doctor." Harry said shaking his hand. The doctor winked at us and quietly left the room. No faster then the door closed behind him, Harry was up on the bed next to me, hugging me close.
"I thought I'd lose you 'Mione." He murmured into my hair.
"Wouldn't be the first time." I whispered back, trying to make him smile.
"Don't even joke, Hermione, I was so scared." Harry pulled away and bore into my brown eyes with his beautiful green ones. "I wouldn't even know how to start my life again if you died."
"Harry, please don't talk about it now, I'm alive and well, and so is our daughter."
Harry
Later that night, I awoke from a pleasant dream in pain. In my dream Hermione, Harmony and I were home living just like a normal wizarding family should. We were all eating breakfast at our kitchen table in our muggle neighborhood and then I left for Quidditch practice like a normal husband and father should.
The strange thing was, when I awoke, the pain was in my scar again. I quickly left Hermione sleeping in the room and went to the nurse station down the hall and asked directions to where Harmony was.
I walked down the hall into the premature baby's room. I looked around at all the tiny children in their single incubators. I finally arrived to the one with the name Potter on it. The incubator was glowing in from the light hanging above. I looked into the empty space not believing my eyes. The incubator was obviously there. Harmony however, was not.
A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in like, well a year! And sorry this is such a short chapter; if you are kind enough to read this please review!