Cally wants "Baby's first look/breath"
Ginny was screaming. Loudly. That's all Harry registered as he held her hand in the hospital room. Doctors and nurses were shouting medical instruction to her and each other over the din but Harry heard nothing. He was too focused on the past. He only knew that their current plan might turn out to be a terrible one.
"Harry, are you sure about this?" Dumbledore looked seriously at Harry over his half moon spectacles.
Harry merely nodded. He knew the potential risks of a spell of this magnitude. He knew that the plan could, quite literally, blow up at him, leaving him with nothing.
Leaving him nothing.
"I know the dangers, sir. I know the repercussions. Ginny has agreed to it and Hermione is going to research absolutely everything she can before Ron and I go through with anything. And, sir, you know Hermione. If there is any flaw, no matter how small, she will find it and it will be addressed."
Dumbledore nodded solemnly. "You know I am with you 100 percent, Harry. I will back you in this decision." Harry smiled and the two stood, shaking hands. For the first time in his seven years at Hogwarts, Harry accepted a Lemon Sherbet before leaving the office.
Ginny stopped screaming and lay back against the pillows, panting. There were tears streaming down her face as she looked brokenly at Harry.
Gulping, Harry said, "I'm sorry, Ginny… I shouldn't' have asked you to do this. Is it too much?" Ginny shook her head, though the fear in her eyes told a different story. "What do you need, Gin-bug?" Harry asked brokenly. Ginny's only reply was a short gasp before her face scrunched up again and the screaming restarted.
"I'm sorry, Ginny, I'm sorry," Harry whispered over and over again, playing the part of broken record.
"I can do it, Harry," Ginny insisted. "I know how dangerous this is going to be but I want to do this."
Harry shook his head, swiping angrily at the tears in his eyes. "You could die, Gin. Too many people have dies in this war. This isn't just a pregnancy, Ginny. This is a complete transfer of magical energy!"
"I heard what Hermione said, Harry. I know the chances of my surviving are one in a million but I want to help you. I know it's right, you know it's right. We have to do this."
"We could find someone else to handle it. There are probably many witches out there who would be willing to help 'The Great Harry Potter'. Ginny –"
"Harry, stop. You know you don't want some stranger knowing. This is too important to tell anyone who doesn't know the whole back-story."
As a nurse dabbed Ginny's forehead with a cool sponge, the doctor between her legs gave her calves a quick squeeze. "You're doing great," he said with a smile. "Don't forget to breathe and remember that we're all here for you. We can get you whatever you want, Miss Weasley."
"With all due respect, Dr. Freemond, if you could shut up and get this thing out of me that would be great." Everyone – except Harry – laughed.
Harry gulped. "Hang in there Gin. I know it hurts… I'm so sorry…"
"What do you expect to achieve, Potter?" Lucius Malfoy sneered, his wand high in the air. "Nothing you do will work! My master is invincible! His next so-called defeat will end only in your demise."
Harry sighed, a little disheartened at the turn of events. He had fought his way across the battlefield, hoping to encounter Voldemort so he could, once and for all, put an end to the mad man. Instead he had encountered Voldemort's inner circle. The thirteen death eaters had faced off with him one by one, each promising to best him. Each promised glory for their master, assuring Harry that Voldemort would win the war and Harry would be left to rot in some mass grave.
Harry had defeated 12 of them, now Lucius was all that was left. "You cannot hope to best me, Potter!" He crowed.
Harry rolled his eyes and was about to curse Malfoy when the battle field suddenly went silent. Harry looked around in alarm and noticed that everyone, both dark and light, had stopped fighting. They stared openly at the tree line, just above the forbidden forest, where the sickly green smoke of the dark mark was rising into the sky.
"He's here," Ron whispered, running up beside his best friend. "Are you ready, Harry?"
"Are you ready, Mr. Potter? The baby is almost here. Breathe, Miss Weasley. Breathe through the pain." Dr. Freemond was looking hopeful as he ordered his nurses to fetch Ginny another blood replenishing potion. "Have pain potions on hand!" He barked out. Nurses were rushing around, alternately yelling out orders and responses and giving Ginny words of advice.
She didn't hear any of it over her screaming.
Harry trembled at the force of the magic. Across from him, Ron was grimacing. His had was trembling visibly and his eyes danced from the shrieking, glowing form of Voldemort to the terrified face of his sister, standing just a few feet away.
Voldemort was trapped. With one last push on his magic and one last flip of his wand, Harry finally allowed himself to breathe. Voldemort was screaming, his skin turning to ash, the ash turning to vapour. As the vapour vanished before their eyes, a ball of swirling black and green light burst to life where he had been standing. Ron and Harry made eye contact then glanced at Hermione and nodded. The witch stared hard at harry, pulled out her wand and simply pointed it at her friend.
Pain exploded from within his chest. He once again het Ron's gaze and focused on keeping the ball of light that used to be Voldemort, in the air. With a sudden ripping sensation, a ball of black and gold light floated out of his chest. Hermione merged the ball with Voldemort's before releasing the spell.
The two swirling balls of light collided silently before fighting for dominance over the other. When it was finished, they were left with a swirling, angry ball of gold and green light. Breathing deeply, Harry and Ron guided the ball over to Ginny who nodded.
The last thing Harry could remember was Ginny screaming, loudly, as the ball of light settled into her stomach.
"Would you like to hold your son, Mr. Potter?" Dr. Freemond asked with a smile. Harry nodded, breathless. The small boy had a dark tuft of hair on the top of his head. His nose was small, his eyes closed and almond shaped.
"Hey there, Tom," He whispered softly. As though hearing him, the baby's eye's snapped open, making Harry gasp.
Staring up at him, from the face of a new born baby was one emerald green eye…
… And one striking red one.