Hey guy's long time no update! But I have been SO busy over the last month. A lot of reviewers on my other fanfiction complained that my chapters are too short. Well this time it's more than twice as long as the last chapter!

I tried to think of a baby name, but everyone I considered didn't feel 'right'. So I Googled 'old fashioned baby names' because most Harry Potter names are old fashioned, and I found the PERFECT name. I'm sorry if you don't like it, but I do.

Thank you reviewers, nearly 100! I hope you enjoy this eventful chapter!

'Ahhhhhh' Hermione screamed. Sweat was running down her forehead and her hair was plastered to her face. I felt her grab my hand, and squeeze it harshly. I winced slightly as her nails dug into my skin. Hermione kept screaming as she pushed harder and harder. Madam Pomfrey tried to calm her down, failing miserably and eventually turning to me for help. I didn't blame her for crying, childbirth looked very painful. I'd only been able to watch the first few seconds. I hadn't even been able to hold out long enough to see the babies nose. I took a deep breath and looked into her eyes.

'Come on Hermione, you can do it!' I encouraged her. Trying to put on a brave face I held her hand tightly. Inside my head I was having a break down. I was only seventeen, and I'm standing in the school hospital wing, with my sixteen year old girlfriend who's in the middle of giving birth. What had I been thinking you might wonder? Well, to tell you the truth, I wasn't. I'd been drunk. I couldn't imagine myself being with Hermione otherwise. But once we'd gotten together properly I'd known she was the only girl for me. So I proposed, planning on spending the rest of my life with her.

We'd only started dating to make Ron jealous, but then something changed. Not just the pregnancy, but my feelings towards her. I began falling for her, until eventually I was head of heels in love. I never would have guessed it. That I, a professional clown, would ever date, let alone fall in love with, my brother's best friend. The bossy, bushy haired bookworm, who disapproved of all my pranks. But slowly, I began craving her company. I needed to see her every day, so I made up excuses. Pretending to need tutoring, or asking to borrow a book, challenging her to exploding snap and even asking her questions on the history of Hogwarts. At first she did it because she had to, we were fake dating after all. She put on a fake smile, gritted her teeth and helped. But slowly she became friendlier, offering to help me with homework, or challenging me to wizard's chess. Then we began dating for real, only telling George and Harry. They seemed happy enough about it. I just wish I could say the same about Ginny when she found out, my face is still hurting from that Bat-bogey hex. She was angry that we hadn't told her sooner, complaining she was always last to be told anything.

I felt Hermione loosen her grip on my hand, dragging me out of my thoughts and back into reality. I was greeted by the sound of hysterical crying. My daughter had been born. I looked up at her in the nurses arms. She was covered in blood and some other things I didn't want to think about naming. Her small hands were thrashing around and her small head was hairless. Yet she was still beautiful. I'd never even held her, but I still loved her more than anything. Tears began to form in my eyes as Madam Pomfrey smiled and congratulated Hermione, explaining she was going to clean up the baby as she bustled out of the small curtained area.

I turned back to face Hermione. 'Wow.' I grinned.

'Yeah, wow.' She whispered back. 'Our own little baby girl.' Her eyes were closed and she was lying limply on the bed. I smiled at her, knowing that in a few hours she'd be begging Madam Pomfrey to let her out so she could study. And when that failed she'd beg me to bring her textbooks.

I plopped onto the bed next to Hermione and hugged her tightly. She hugged me back, and I stroked her hair lightly. After a few minutes silence she pulled away and looked me in the eyes. They were filled with happiness. But I could tell she was tired. Her eyes were half closed and her arms were only loosely around my torso.

'You need rest.' I told her, gently pushing her back into her pillow.

'I'm ok.' She replied pulling herself into a sitting position.

Just then Madam Pomfrey bustled back in carrying our little girl in her arms. She handed her to Hermione, who cradled her gently against her chest. I put my arm around her and smiled down at my now sleeping baby. I couldn't believe she was here, my little baby girl. Hermione had small drops of tears running down her cheeks, and I felt my eyes begin to water too. She made small noises as she slept, and dribble ran down her chin. Her small arms stretched slowly and she kicked her legs occasionally.

She was perfect. She had Hermione's large ruby red lips, and my long pointed nose. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, leaving her eye colour a mystery. Her skin was pale like mine, and I knew her nose would be covered with freckles in no time. I heard Madam Pomfrey's footsteps as she left , but I didn't bother to look up.

'What are we going to do about that woman's broom?' Hermione asked, looking up at me.

'She said she'd come and collect it.' I replied absentmindedly still staring at the baby.

'It's strange though; didn't you say it was a Firebolt? Who in their right mind would lend a complete stranger a Firebolt with no questions asked?' Hermione mused. 'What did you say her name was?'

'I didn't.' I answered.

'Oh ok.'

''But it's Isadora, Isadora Bevirelle' I announced. '. She's the Keeper for Puddlemere united. Ginny has a poster of the team in her room. Bevirelle has a large red scar that runs from her ear down to her jaw line, I recognised her straight away.' I explained.

'But, we still don't know why she leant us her broom.' Hermione pointed out.

'I have a theory.' I told her. 'Four years ago she was in a flying accident. She lost control of her broom due to heavy wind and fell at least 100 ft. She was fine, a few minor scrapes and bruises, a broken leg and of course that scar. But she was six months pregnant at the time. She had a miscarriage and couldn't get over it for two years.' Hermione gasped, pulling our baby closer to her chest.

'She suffered internal bleeding, which led to the baby's death. No one was around to help her, if anyone had been the baby could have been saved.' I paused. 'I think she wanted to help, because she didn't have any help, and she felt it was the right thing to do.'

Hermione shook her head slowly. 'Poor woman.' She mumbled.

Just then Madam Pomfrey appeared again with a clipboard. She smiled broadly at us.

'Congratulations on having a beautiful, healthy baby girl.' She nodded.

'Thank you, for everything.' Hermione smiled.

Madam Pomfrey merely nodded, disappearing through the curtain. A few seconds later she popped her head back into the room.

'Just one more thing.' She smiled. 'Have you got a name for your little girl yet?'

'Yep.' I grinned.

'Isadora Aletta Weasley.' Hermione announced as she smiled down at our little baby girl, Isadora.

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