Disclaimer (because I realized I forgot to put it on the first chapter and I'm too lazy to go back and edit it right now!): I don't own Harry Potter or anything related to it. Any decent fans will realize which charaters in this story that I made up. :) :) :)
CHAPTER FIVE: THAT'S MY JOB
7 months later (November 2000)
This time wasn't nearly the same as last time. Both Harry and Hermione knew what to expect, but still Harry was shaking as the big moment approached. Hermione's belly had swelled so much bigger this time. She wasn't crying as much, something Harry had no idea why he wasn't comfortable with. There was something wrong. Something really wrong. Deep down, Harry knew it and he had never been so scared in his entire life.
Hermione had been pushing with all her might for a little too long. The Healer looked up at Harry with a solemn look on his face.
"There's something out of order. But relax, it will all be straightened out."
Hermione looked up, sweat pouring down her face. "What? What's wrong?"
"The baby's breech. We're going to try to fix it. We probably will be able to turn her, but the problem is getting her out in time. Relax, Hermione, I have work to do. Please, just let me try to get this baby out. Hermione, I said relax."
Hermione lay back down onto the pillow, crocodile tears now mingling with the sweat on her bright red face.
Harry had never felt so helpless. He was used to caring for others, including the woman on the bed next to him. This was his family, people he was responsible for. And his little girl's life was out of his control.
It took another fifteen minutes for Cecilia Lily Potter to come into the world. Harry watched as waves of emotions swept over Hermione's face when the nurse placed a brand new, healthy baby girl on her chest. She knew she was lucky to have her, and she had never felt so blessed in her twenty long years on Earth.