Disclaimer: still not mine….maybe for Christmas.

'I'll take it' Harry said softly.

'WHAT!' yelled Ron

'Well Megan has no other family; you and I were like her family remember? We don't know who the father is, and even if we did, I'm not sure I would want this baby going to him. And I really don't want to see another baby go to a war orphanage, do you?'

Ron looked at Harry and tilted his head to the side, as if the different angle would make Harry's actions make sense.

'Mate' Ron said the word slowly, as if Harry was dense. 'this is a B.A.B.Y, not some Cat, or owl.'

Harry looked Ron in the eyes, he was a good friend, but right now he didn't seem to understand that this was what Harry wanted.

'I can give it a good home, I can keep it safe, I knew its mum,' Harry looked down at Megan. Then turned to Ron again. 'Do you remember when she used to come into work, all excited because she had just seen her god children, do you remember what she used to say Ron?'

Ron dropped his head.

'She used to say, 'when I have kids I am going to spoil them'' Ron lifted his eyes to Harry.

'Good luck mate, you are really going to need it'

Harry smiled at Ron, an honest real smile, looked back at Megan and said

' I'm going to make sure your baby remembers you' then again, both Harry and Ron dropped into silence, until the old healer, and three young female healers arrived. They all smiled and said hello to Harry and Ron, before levitating Megan onto a stretcher and moving her out of the room. Harry and Ron followed closely behind and Harry tried to speak to the Older Healer.

'What's happening?' he asked nervously

'Well, Mr Potter, Megan's most recent test has shown that the baby is ready to be born. But Magan is in no state for a regular delivery. So we are going to operate.'

Harry nodded his agreement.

'What will happen to the child after the operation?' Harry tried to ask in a way that wouldn't make him seem like some sort of paedophile.

'Well, first we will have to determine wether or not it is healthy, and if ti is it will go straight to one of the higher surveillance orphanages. We think this child must be special, or Megan would be dead.'

Harry tried to thin of a way that could get the child out of that. Suddenly it hit him.

'Wouldn't it be better, sir, if one of the ministry took it home. If the child is supposed to be that speci…' the healer cut him off. Stopped walking, and looked Harry in the eyes.

'Are you saying, Mr potter, that you would like to adopt Megan's baby?'

Harry was taken aback, had he really been that obvious.

'Well, yes, I would like to take Megan's baby'

The healer smiled at Harry.

'I don't think that would be a problem, Mr Potter, but I suggest you wait until the child is born before you make any rash decisions. Then, if everything goes to plan, we will see. Ok?' The healer obviously considered that a rhetorical question and left down the hall, leaving Harry and Ron in the waiting room. Just to the left of the surgery and intensive care wards.

Harry dropped down into the plastic covered seats. And picked up one of the many muggle magazines. This one had a skinny blond woman on the front. With the title 'Has Britney Gone out of control'. Harry sighed sadly; Muggles were often entertained by such stupid things. Then again, thought Harry, the Quibbler comes close. He smiled. The tossed the magazine back down. Harry's mind went to the Baby that would soon be his. This was his chance to make all the mistakes he had made, up to Megan. This was an opportunity to keep someone's memory alive. Then Harry's excitement turned to doubt, what if he couldn't keep the child safe, what if he wasn't ready to be a dad. Could he possibly keep a baby happy and Healthy.

Harry looked up at Ron, who actually seemed interested in the magazine he was reading.

'You'll help me, right?' Harry asked Ron

Ron looked up from his article.

'What was that Mate?' Ron suddenly seemed very tired.

'You will hep me keep the child, well, safe' Harry gave Ron his best, can you resist this smile, smile. And Ron smiled evilly back

'Dream on Mate, you have brought this upon your self.' Harry gave Ron a half hearted glare. 'You know I'm only kidding, course I'll help you. Thought I have no idea what I'm doing' Ron said with a smile.

At this point a young female healer walked out of the surgery ward. Both Ron and Harry jumped up from their seats and made their way over to her. Her hair was curly and bushy, a lot like Hermione's was.

'Can I help you…you….you' the young woman asked, then realising who Harry was, promptly lost her ability to speak, and just open and closed her lips. Harry exhaled violently through his nose and walked away. Leaving Ron to talk to the fish woman.

A few minutes later Ron returned and pushed a little square of card into Harry's hands, Harry gave Ron a quizzical look, all that was written on it was a number. Ron again smiled evilly.

'Her name is Sandra, that's her number, enjoy' Harry glared at Ron.

'Did you even ASK her about Megan?' Harry snapped at Ron and dropped back down into the plastic chair. Ron also sat back down

'Of course I did mate, I was just teasing you. It's going really well, and they expect to have it over and done with in twenty minutes or so.'

'Sorry' said Harry 'I didn't mean to snap'

Ron moved around in his seat a little causing the plastic to screech a little.

'Hay, no problems, do you want something from the canteen, because I am starving?' Harry handed Ron some money and told hi to just buy what ever.

Once Ron was gone Harry stood up and moved around the wall looking at all the warning posters. One that caught Harry's eyes particularly, was a sign reading, IT ISN"T WORTH IT followed by a picture of a woman with purple tentacles growing out of her ears. Then some more writing. DON"T TRY AND REMOVE EXCESS EAR WAX WITH MAGIC. It made Harry laugh. Most of the posters were like this, telling you what not to do, and then showing you what will happen if you do. Harry looked at his watch; it had been fifteen minutes since Ron had left, so probably about seventeen minutes since the fish healer had been out here. So, about two minutes until he became a father. A thought suddenly struck him. Would he have to name the child or would that be done for him? Would it be a bay or a girl? Would they get a clue about who the father was from the child?

There were so many thoughts running around Harry's mind that he didn't even notice that another healer had left the room, and was standing there waiter for Harry to notice her.

'Oh' Harry turned around sharply 'Sorry, I was lost in my thoughts'

The healer smiled at him.

'That's ok Mr. Potter, the operation went really well, and Megan's baby is a girl unfortunately, the magic of the child was really all tat was keeping Megan alive, she has passed on. I'm sorry' Harry nodded, he was somewhere between torn apart that Megan was gone, and happy beyond all belief that her little girl was ok.

'Can I see her?' Harry asked tentatively

The healer nodded and led Harry out of the waiting room.

About three minutes later (three minutes of making their way down a mazy of corridors) Harry walked into the room with Megan's girl in it. The healer walked to a crib on the left hand side of a dark room. Harry looked over the edge of the crib. His heat almost stopped, she was so small, and Harry hadn't ever seen a baby this young. She was pink, her eyes were clamped shut, and her hands were clenched into fists. Harry beamed; this little girl was going to be his daughter.

'your so beautiful' Harry said to the little girl.