A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Assignment #7- Ghost Hunting: Task #4 - Spirits tend to be more concentrated in places that have experienced a lot of death or birth:Write about a birth or a death (or the immediate time before/after one of these events)

Writing Club April

Fabulous World of Comics: 30 - (genre) family

Scamander's Case: 19 - (trait) small

Film Festival: 10 - (relationship) Mother

Lyric Alley: 6 - It takes your breath away

Warning: childbirth – not graphic

Word Count: 686

"You can do this, Hermione," Harry's voice stated. "You are strong and amazing, and our little girl is going to be just as amazing," he whispered, letting her squeeze his hand. It was nearly three in the morning and Hermione was finally starting to get annoyed. Although, she wasn't sure who she was more annoyed with at the moment; Harry or their unborn daughter?

She felt the urge to do two things at that moment. One, strangle her husband, and two, push their daughter into the world. Lily's first cry filled the room. Hermione sighed in some relief. She was still hurting, she was still exhausted, and for that brief moment, she wouldn't change anything. The crying stopped. Her eyes filled with panic. Were babies supposed to stop crying?

"Harry?" she whispered, trying to keep her voice steady. "Is she... I heard her cry? She's not crying now."

"She's perfect, Hermione. Ten little toes, ten little fingers, and head full of black unruly hair. She's not crying because she's here, safe and warm. Here, careful," Harry whispered, gently holding out the newborn. Someone had wrapped the baby in a red and gold blanket. Hermione nearly laughed. She wasn't even old enough to hold her own head up and Harry was already saying she was going to be a Gryffindor?

Hermione reached out as Harry placed their daughter in her arms. She looked down at the tiny scrunched face and laughed, tears streaming down her own face. She had no idea why she was laughing. She had no idea why she was crying. She didn't care that she was crying. All she cared about was the fact her little one was finally here. She was here and she was perfect.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Hermione asked, looking up at Harry.

"Just like her mum," he replied, giving Hermione a kiss on the forehead. "We still need to decide on a name. If we use all twelve we have on the list, it'll take her forever to write her name on her parchment," he added, holding out a sheet of parchment.

Hermione laughed, cradling her new daughter. One of the midwives helped her get the baby up to feet. Hermione was thankful the little one decided she was hungry and latched quickly.

"You're right. We do need to narrow it down. What are the top ones again?" Hermione asked, watching the baby.

"Lily, Luna, Minerva, Hermione Junior," Harry pretended to read from a sheet of parchment.

"That is not on the list and you know it!"

"But... she might be just like you?"

"And she might be just like you, Harry. Can you image, my brilliance, and your... knack for getting into trouble?"

"What about Jamie?"

"No, there's a reason it wasn't on the list to begin with. I knew a girl named Jamie in elementary, she was nightmare," Hermione replied. The baby had fallen asleep. Carefully, Hermione handed her back up to Harry. He gazed at her for a moment before settling her in her crib. Hermione glanced over. There were already several bouquets of flowers, toys and nappies. Her eyes landed on a large red stuffed dragon. It was actually bigger than the baby.

"Why is there a large stuffed dragon next to her crib?" Hermione asked, blinking.

"Oh, Charlie sent that."

"Right, back to the matter at hand, names."

"You need to rest, Hermione. You look exhausted."

"I am, but I'm not sleeping until our little girl has a name. Didn't Ginny say something about using the name Luna?"

"Maybe? I have no idea what her and Draco talk about, nor do I want to think about that."

"Lily Minerva Potter-Granger," Hermione whispered, her eyelids starting to close slightly. Harry smiled.

"Lily Minerva it is," he agreed, kissing Hermione's forehead again as she closed her eyes fully, a smile on her face. Harry turned to his sleeping daughter.

"You really are just like your mum," he stated. "And I love you just as much as her, Lily," he whispered, before sitting in a chair and watching the two more important witches in his life sleep.