A child was a beautiful and wonderful being. So pure and innocent, so unaware of it's surroundings always trusting in those close to them.
Fred had just witnessed a miracle as his daughter was born. Hermione, who had been screaming only moments before was now holding her baby and speaking quite softly to her.
It was the perfect picture of the reason they had all fought in the war, to bring new life into this world, without being afraid for their safety.
Hermione smiled up at him. "Look what we did."
Fred took the tiny bundle and hummed softly as she drifted off to sleep.