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Another Magical Day at Hogwarts

The corridors of the old castle were as silent and empty as ever, exam season was upon the students of Hogwarts once more. The giant wooden doors that led to the Great Hall were shut tight, concealing the fifth years sitting in row upon row of small desks as they worked to complete their History of Magic O.W.L, the last exam they had to take before the end of the school year. Bright, late May sunlight filtered through the clear glass of the high windows, the enchanted ceiling up above mirrored a bright, baby blue sky. Everything seemed pretty normal for end of the year exams, the students quietly sat as they worked on their tests, but the past school year was anything but normal, for a variety of reasons. In the fourth row, on the end desk sat a young woman, she was one the main reasons the year had been so out of the ordinary, even for a school of magic. Upon first glance, she would seem pretty normal, but on further observation, one would see the enormous bulge of her stomach pushing through the flaps of her school robes, pulled her sweater vest tight as the distension pressed against the edge of the desk.
It had been nine months since she had consoled Harry Potter the night before his major hearing at the Ministry, since she had conceived his child. Emma could hardly believe that she was so close to seeing the infant she struggled and fought to keep alive, not that her pregnancy was difficult, it was rather smooth and easy, it was the people she had to deal with through her gestation period. Particularly Dolores Umbridge, the Ministry official that had taken it upon her self to gain full control of the old school, to change things she deemed unfit to keep. She hated the fact that Harry and Emma, the girl he had fought to get, were expecting a baby, she hated it even more that she knew there was nothing she could do to stop it, though that didn't stop her from trying to make the girl's fifth year a living hell.
The first noticeable signs that the birth was close came a few days prior, Emma had gone to the bathroom for about the twentieth time that day, and as she was wiping she felt an odd, slimy sensation as the toilet paper glided forward, looking down, she saw the white substance covering the thin sheets of paper, her mucous plug had come loose and had been expelled. As the days passed by, a heaviness had begun to settle in the lower regions of her pelvis, her baby had dropped down, the head pressing on her slightly dilated cervix.
It was in the middle of the exam when the first of the contractions had started, they weren't particularly painful and only came at fifteen to twenty minute increments, not enough to make Emma quit the exam and alert Harry of what was going on. A well trained eye would see that the girl was in growing discomfort, her fingers had constricted around the shaft of her quill, nearly snapping it, as the each contraction had come stronger and faster than its predecessor. She was lucky she was nearly done with her test when her pre-labor had hit, she forced herself to concentrate for the next ten minutes or so to quickly jot down the rest of the answers, she was an 'A' student, so it wasn't really that difficult for her to finish. Once she had finished, she leaned back in her chair and nonchalantly stroked her distended belly, her abdominal muscles tightening under her fingers every thirteen minutes.
As the strongest yet of the contractions let up, she heard it, the thump of a body hitting the floor, followed by terrifying scream that sent chills through her bloated body. Despite her size and extreme discomfort, she was up from her desk and at Harry's side in a heartbeat. With great difficulty, she had knelt down beside him where he laid on the floor, his brow damp with sweat and his chest heaving in small pants. The protctor was there a second after she was and had begun to lift her to her feet.
"Get back to your test, miss, I'll handle this," The older wizard ordered in a kind, calm voice as he bent to help Harry to his feet.
"I'm done," She said as she took Harry's arm to keep him steady.
The proctor just nodded, he knew that she and Harry were together, knew that it was Harry's child that the young woman carried in her distended womb. He helped her lead Harry out to the hall where they sat the young boy down on the steps. The older wizard left after his offers of food and drink were rejected by Harry, leaving him alone with the silently laboring Emma. Well, almost silent, Emma had winced and let out a small groan as another contraction surged through her child heavy abdomen.
This small noise and movement had pulled Harry back to his senses. He turned and put a gentle hand to his girlfriend's stomach as the contraction was at its peak, "You're in labor," he said in a surprised, breathless voice as he felt the hard knot of her muscles under his fingers. She gave a nod as the pain tapered off, the contraction had let up and it would be another few minutes before the next one took hold.
"Yes, I am," Her voice was still strong, with not even the slightest hints of pain in it. "What happened in there?" She inquired, trying to find something else she could focus on for the time being. Harry kept his hand on her belly, feeling the infant squirm under his fingers, the little one clearly did not like being compressed in its mother's womb, as he told her what he had seen. He told her that he had seen Sirius, his godfather, being tortured by Lord Voldemort in the Department of Mysteries deep in the Ministry.
A few minutes and a couple contractions later, Harry and Emma were on the move. They went off to the Hospital Wing in search of Professor McGonagall, the only member of the Order they could think of at such short notice, only to be told that she had been moved to the wizarding hospital in London due to the damage she had sustained from the attack the Ministry officials dealt the night before. As they had turned to leave, a particularly powerful contraction rips through Emma's belly, the surprising force of it causing her to stumble sideways into a bed. Harry grabbed her arm before she could fall, and pulled her upright and into his arms.
As he held her in his arms, he gently rubbed the lower portion of her back, "It's alright, breathe my love, I'm here," He murmured in her ear as she cringed into him.
Madam Pomfrey was quick to catch on to what was happening and was soon at the laboring girl's side. "Sit," The nurse instructed, helping Harry lower the girl onto the bed, wasting no time she began firing questions at the couple, "How long have you been having contractions, Emma?"
"They started about halfway through my exam," Emma said as she tried to steady her breath after the contraction had let up. "They're about ten minutes apart now and getting stronger," she informed the nurse as she stroked her belly. Harry sat at her side his hand also gliding over the giant mound, he was torn, he knew he had to stay with Emma as she labored with his child, but staying would mean certain death for his godfather. Emma placed her on his, looked him straight in the eye, and gave him a small nod before she turned to Madam Pomfrey. "May we have a moment alone?" She kindly asked the nurse. Madam Pomfrey looked up at the two before getting to her feet and heading off to give them some alone time, she understood that the young couple would want to go through this their own way, she was merely there to supervise and help if things got complicated.
Once they were alone, Emma turned back to Harry, "Go," She told him, her hand still on his as they rested on her gravid belly, "Go save Sirius, I can handle this till you get back."
Harry's green eyes were pained as he stared into her calm, blue ones, "Are you sure, Emma? I want to be here for you as you labor with our child, but I can't leave Sirius to die." He felt their baby squirm under his fingers once more, the movement of the small life he was so very close to meeting, after nine months of waiting and wondering, sent a wave of guilt over his gut. What if he didn't make it to see the little one be born? Questions like these rolled around in his mind as he tried to decide.
She leans forward to kiss the scar on his forehead, she was the only one he would let touch this unusual mark, let alone kiss it. "I'm sure," she said with a small, serious smile, "Our baby needs a grandfather."
That was all he needed to get moving, he kissed her on the lips and then on her belly before he made his departure, promising that he would be back into to welcome their baby into the world. After he was gone, Madam Pomfrey had come back to offer Emma some comfort as the contractions came closer together. The nurse helped Emma out of her hot school robes and sweater vest, leaving her to lean against the hard metal railing at the head of the bed in her skirt and white blouse as she began to enter active labor. As she rested against the many pillows Madam Pomfrey had propped between the hard railing and her back, Emma closed her eyes and focused on her breathing as the labor pains intensified.
An hour or so later, Emma was up and leaning against the window, her forehead pressed against the cool glass. Her stomach was misshapen as her muscles contracted, pressing the head of the infant against her slowly dilating cervix, she was only at a three when she allowed Madam Pomfrey to check her. As the muscles in her abdomen relaxed, she saw them, Harry, Hermione, and Umbridge heading into the Forbidden Forest, her pain was forgotten as slight shock set in. She sat at the window, waiting for them to come back out, but as the time and contractions passed, and they still hadn't reappeared, she began to suspect that something terrible had happened.
As the hours passed by Emma's labor hardly progressed, when she was checked last she had just dilated to four centimeters. She had traversed the whole room and had even ventured out into the corridor to see if walking and gravity would help speed things along. Her contractions were like steel bands that repeatedly constricted around her mid-section, pressing her baby down, ready to have it free after nine long months of carrying the small human, causing her to pause in her walking and lean against the nearest sturdy thing she could find as she forced herself to remain calm and as silent as possible as she breathed through the intensifying pain.
Meanwhile, just a few floors away, Harry had returned to the castle a Portkey having transported him from the Ministry to the headmaster's office. Once he had got his bearings straight, he dropped the piece of statue that had served as the Portkey and raced for the door, giving the knob a few sharp twists and tugs before finding that the door was hopelessly locked. After giving the aging wood a sharp kick, Harry began to pace, cursing under his breath, Dumbledore said he would be there in thirty minutes, so thirty minutes the boy would have to wait before he was able to go find out if he was a father yet or not.
Harry felt like he had been waiting forever when Dumbledore finally appeared in the room, thirty minutes on the dot. Harry gave the headmaster one glance before going back to the door and began twisting and pulling the knob once more, frantic to get out. The old headmaster stood there for a moment before speaking, "Sit, Harry, we need to talk," obviously oblivious to what was happening.
"Sir, open the door please," Harry said, his voice loud and strong in his panic. He looked back to see Dumbledore shaking his head, "Please sir, Emma's having the baby!" Harry nearly shouted. Realization dawned on the old man's face, and with a wave of his wand the door sprung open, "Thank you, sir!" Harry shouted as he raced through the door, down the spiral staircase, and through the corridors that lead to the Hospital Wing.
Emma was on the bed once more, leaning back on the many pillows as Harry came bursting through the door. Her pained eyes lit up as she saw her boyfriend racing to her side, "You made it!" She exclaimed as he came to a stop at her bedside and knelt down beside her.
He placed a gentle hand on her huge mound of a belly and leaned forward to kiss her cheek, "Yes, I made it," he said, overwhelmed with emotion at the thought that he would see his child come into the world.
"You're so dirt-t-AH!!" Her beaming smile turned into a grimace as an incredibly strong contraction seized her large belly, causing it to become misshapen as the muscles clenched. She began to pant as the pain slowly began to peak, this was the worst one she felt yet, sweat beaded along her brow as the contraction came to its peak. Harry took a hold of her hand with his free hand as his other worked in small circles over the tight skin that covered her bloated womb. Emma collapsed back into the pillows as the pain subsided, still panting heavily as sweat dampened her shirt. She gave Harry's hand a soft squeeze before removing her fingers from his to begin unbuttoning and pulling her shirt off, she was severely hot with it on. Once that was off, she worked on getting her skirt off, clothing felt really confining at the moment. When she was in nothing but her underwear, she leaned back against the pillows and smiled at Harry. "Not much longer now," She said, putting his hand back on the naked skin of her enormous stomach and holding it there with her own.
Now that Harry was at her side, Emma had found a new strength had welled up inside of her exhausted body. She was able to bear the strong contractions the threatened to rip her in two. She was panting and resting after the latest labor pain had subsided before another one soon took its place, forcibly pressing the baby's head against her cervix. She was cringing against Harry as the contraction reached a steady peak, at this point she felt a very significant pop down along the opening of her pelvis, followed quickly by a torrent of warm fluids that gushed from her vagina, soaking the bedding and her panties. With one fluid motion, she hooked her fingers in the elastic band of the soaked cloth and pulled it off, quickly tossing the pair of underpants to the side. As the water slowly trickled to a stop, a new sensation washed over the girl, a terrible pressure was building at the top of her birth canal as the baby's head shifted into position, the cushion the bag of waters created now gone.
Just as Madam Pomfrey had come out of her office to check on the progress, she had given the couple space to labor how they wanted, Emma gave a small scream, "I have to push!" She bellowed as she curled in on herself, the urge to push surging strong through her body. Harry held her tight as he looked to the nurse, fear and excitement mixed in his expression. Madam Pomfrey rushed over to the bed after Emma's exclamation, "I'm going to check you, sweetheart," she said in calm voice as she parted the girl's legs and gently inserted two fingers. The nurse's eyes go wide as her fingers came into contact with the crown of the baby's head as it pressed against its mother's fully dilated cervix. "You're ready, sweetheart, on your next contraction, you may push." Madam Pomfrey said as she removed her fingers and wiped them on her apron.
Emma didn't need to be told twice, and as the next pushing contraction started to build, she began to push. Harry had her by the hand once more, gently coaxing her along with his words and touch, "you can do it, love", he murmured to her as she strained to bring the head of the child down. She let out a cry of pain as she felt the burn of the baby's head slowly passing through her cervix, moving to fill and stretch the inner walls of her birth canal. She sat there and panted as she waited for the next contraction to come, the way she was propped on the bed would allow gravity to help bring the baby down and eventually out into the world. Harry wiped the sweat from her brow with a damp washcloth the nurse had handed to him, she went off to hurridly gather the supplies they would need, a few towels, some string, and a pair of scissors.
Emma panted as she looked at him and she shakily pointed down at the foot of the bed, "Catch…." Was all she was able to say before another contraction had her pushing again. Harry nodded and moved down between her legs to see her netherlips begin to bulge as the head of the baby pressed against them. Emma had just enough to time to suck in a few breaths before bearing down as hard as she could once more. Harry watched in amazement as he got a small glimpse of a dark patch of hair as Emma's labia began to part.
"I can see the head!" He exclaimed as he watched the small glimpse turn into a tear drop, then into a small circle as the baby began to crown, exposing more dark hair than he would have ever expected to see.
"It burns!" Emma screams, her fingers clawing at the bed sheets as her sensitive skin stretched to accommodate her child's head. As if knowing it would calm her, Harry reached up and took one of Emma's hands from the sheet, he gently moved and placed her fingers on the thing that protruded from between her legs. She pauses as her fingers gently glide of the top of her baby's skull, feeling the soft, slimy hair that was matted to the little one's scalp. This first touch allowed her to find the strength she would need to deliver this child. She embraced the next contraction and bore down with all she had, her fingers gently cupping the slowly emerging head of her infant, soon she was at a full crown, then the forehead slowly slid out, followed by the eyes, nose, mouth and ultimately the chin. Emma relaxed against the pillows, pulling in short pants as her finger gently caressed her baby's head, her skin resting for a moment around the child's neck.
Harry smiled at her as he put his hands on either side of the baby's head and gently supported it, "You're doing great, love! A few more pushes and this baby will be out and in your arms, Emma, in your arms!" She smiled back at him before her face contorted into concentrated pain, she curled in on herself and began to bear down for what she hoped would be the very last time. She gave a little gasp as she felt the baby turn and then one by one, the shoulders began to slip out. Once the shoulders were out, the rest of the baby slid out into Harry's waiting arms in a gush of backed up amniotic fluid. Emma gave a relieved sigh as the pain disappeared and the cries of her newborn filled the room.
With tears of pride and love in his eyes, Harry passed the screaming infant up into Emma's waiting arms. She pulled her baby close to her chest, "It's a little girl!" She announced in a soft whisper before placing the first loving kiss on her new daughter's forehead. Harry was up at the side of the bed once again, just staring in awe and wonder at the little person he helped create. Emma smiled at him as he sat in the chair Madam Pomfrey had pulled over for him taking the towel she had offered, tears of joy streaming down her face as she held the squirming bundle in her arms, "Meet your new daughter," the new mother said to him. A huge smile broke out across his face as he heard the word daughter, he leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss on the little one's crown before lifting his head to give her mother a well-earned, loving kiss on the lips.
Madam Pomfrey had managed to get in between the new parents to tie off the cord, which Harry didn't hesitate to cut. "What do you want to name her, Emma?" Harry asked as he gave the scissors back to the nurse, his index finger gently caressing his daughter's cheek.
Emma thought for a moment as she bundled up the infant in a clean towel after having cleaned her off some, "Lily," She finally said, "After her grandmother."
"It's perfect," Harry said, more tears coming to his eyes as his daughter was named after his mother. He ran his hand over the dark hair that covered the infant's small head before leaning over to kiss her little forehead. Lily had quieted down once she was cuddled up in her mother's arms. After a few minutes, Emma offered her breast to the infant which she immediately latched onto and began to suckle. Madam Pomfrey had retreated back to her office, allowing the new family time to bond.
Once the baby had eaten her fill and unlatched from the breast, Emma looked to Harry, "Would you like to hold your daughter, Harry?" She asked him.
Harry gave an excited nod, "Of course!" He leaned over and gently took Lily into his arms. He held her close to his chest and stared into her small, squinty eyes. "She has your eyes," He told Emma as he continued to stare into the baby's face.
"I think she looks more like her father," Emma yawned as she watched the two bond.
"Go to sleep, Emma, you deserve it," Harry said, leaning over to kiss her on the lips, "I'll watch Lily as you get some rest." Emma nodded and rested her head back on a pillow, falling asleep almost instantly.
Harry watched over both his girls as they slept, Lily in his arms and Emma in the bed at his side. He couldn't have been any happier than he was at that moment, "I love you," He whispered to his daughter and her mother as they slept, and he really did. From that moment on, he vowed to protect his family with his life, vowed to give his little girl the parents he never had.

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Another Magical Day at Hogwarts

The corridors of the old castle were as silent and empty as ever, exam season was upon the students of Hogwarts once more. The giant wooden doors that led to the Great Hall were shut tight, concealing the fifth years sitting in row upon row of small desks as they worked to complete their History of Magic O.W.L, the last exam they had to take before the end of the school year. Bright, late May sunlight filtered through the clear glass of the high windows, the enchanted ceiling up above mirrored a bright, baby blue sky. Everything seemed pretty normal for end of the year exams, the students quietly sat as they worked on their tests, but the past school year was anything but normal, for a variety of reasons. In the fourth row, on the end desk sat a young woman, she was one the main reasons the year had been so out of the ordinary, even for a school of magic. Upon first glance, she would seem pretty normal, but on further observation, one would see the enormous bulge of her stomach pushing through the flaps of her school robes, pulled her sweater vest tight as the distension pressed against the edge of the desk.
It had been nine months since she had consoled Harry Potter the night before his major hearing at the Ministry, since she had conceived his child. Emma could hardly believe that she was so close to seeing the infant she struggled and fought to keep alive, not that her pregnancy was difficult, it was rather smooth and easy, it was the people she had to deal with through her gestation period. Particularly Dolores Umbridge, the Ministry official that had taken it upon her self to gain full control of the old school, to change things she deemed unfit to keep. She hated the fact that Harry and Emma, the girl he had fought to get, were expecting a baby, she hated it even more that she knew there was nothing she could do to stop it, though that didn't stop her from trying to make the girl's fifth year a living hell.
The first noticeable signs that the birth was close came a few days prior, Emma had gone to the bathroom for about the twentieth time that day, and as she was wiping she felt an odd, slimy sensation as the toilet paper glided forward, looking down, she saw the white substance covering the thin sheets of paper, her mucous plug had come loose and had been expelled. As the days passed by, a heaviness had begun to settle in the lower regions of her pelvis, her baby had dropped down, the head pressing on her slightly dilated cervix.
It was in the middle of the exam when the first of the contractions had started, they weren't particularly painful and only came at fifteen to twenty minute increments, not enough to make Emma quit the exam and alert Harry of what was going on. A well trained eye would see that the girl was in growing discomfort, her fingers had constricted around the shaft of her quill, nearly snapping it, as the each contraction had come stronger and faster than its predecessor. She was lucky she was nearly done with her test when her pre-labor had hit, she forced herself to concentrate for the next ten minutes or so to quickly jot down the rest of the answers, she was an 'A' student, so it wasn't really that difficult for her to finish. Once she had finished, she leaned back in her chair and nonchalantly stroked her distended belly, her abdominal muscles tightening under her fingers every thirteen minutes.
As the strongest yet of the contractions let up, she heard it, the thump of a body hitting the floor, followed by terrifying scream that sent chills through her bloated body. Despite her size and extreme discomfort, she was up from her desk and at Harry's side in a heartbeat. With great difficulty, she had knelt down beside him where he laid on the floor, his brow damp with sweat and his chest heaving in small pants. The protctor was there a second after she was and had begun to lift her to her feet.
"Get back to your test, miss, I'll handle this," The older wizard ordered in a kind, calm voice as he bent to help Harry to his feet.
"I'm done," She said as she took Harry's arm to keep him steady.
The proctor just nodded, he knew that she and Harry were together, knew that it was Harry's child that the young woman carried in her distended womb. He helped her lead Harry out to the hall where they sat the young boy down on the steps. The older wizard left after his offers of food and drink were rejected by Harry, leaving him alone with the silently laboring Emma. Well, almost silent, Emma had winced and let out a small groan as another contraction surged through her child heavy abdomen.
This small noise and movement had pulled Harry back to his senses. He turned and put a gentle hand to his girlfriend's stomach as the contraction was at its peak, "You're in labor," he said in a surprised, breathless voice as he felt the hard knot of her muscles under his fingers. She gave a nod as the pain tapered off, the contraction had let up and it would be another few minutes before the next one took hold.
"Yes, I am," Her voice was still strong, with not even the slightest hints of pain in it. "What happened in there?" She inquired, trying to find something else she could focus on for the time being. Harry kept his hand on her belly, feeling the infant squirm under his fingers, the little one clearly did not like being compressed in its mother's womb, as he told her what he had seen. He told her that he had seen Sirius, his godfather, being tortured by Lord Voldemort in the Department of Mysteries deep in the Ministry.
A few minutes and a couple contractions later, Harry and Emma were on the move. They went off to the Hospital Wing in search of Professor McGonagall, the only member of the Order they could think of at such short notice, only to be told that she had been moved to the wizarding hospital in London due to the damage she had sustained from the attack the Ministry officials dealt the night before. As they had turned to leave, a particularly powerful contraction rips through Emma's belly, the surprising force of it causing her to stumble sideways into a bed. Harry grabbed her arm before she could fall, and pulled her upright and into his arms.
As he held her in his arms, he gently rubbed the lower portion of her back, "It's alright, breathe my love, I'm here," He murmured in her ear as she cringed into him.
Madam Pomfrey was quick to catch on to what was happening and was soon at the laboring girl's side. "Sit," The nurse instructed, helping Harry lower the girl onto the bed, wasting no time she began firing questions at the couple, "How long have you been having contractions, Emma?"
"They started about halfway through my exam," Emma said as she tried to steady her breath after the contraction had let up. "They're about ten minutes apart now and getting stronger," she informed the nurse as she stroked her belly. Harry sat at her side his hand also gliding over the giant mound, he was torn, he knew he had to stay with Emma as she labored with his child, but staying would mean certain death for his godfather. Emma placed her on his, looked him straight in the eye, and gave him a small nod before she turned to Madam Pomfrey. "May we have a moment alone?" She kindly asked the nurse. Madam Pomfrey looked up at the two before getting to her feet and heading off to give them some alone time, she understood that the young couple would want to go through this their own way, she was merely there to supervise and help if things got complicated.
Once they were alone, Emma turned back to Harry, "Go," She told him, her hand still on his as they rested on her gravid belly, "Go save Sirius, I can handle this till you get back."
Harry's green eyes were pained as he stared into her calm, blue ones, "Are you sure, Emma? I want to be here for you as you labor with our child, but I can't leave Sirius to die." He felt their baby squirm under his fingers once more, the movement of the small life he was so very close to meeting, after nine months of waiting and wondering, sent a wave of guilt over his gut. What if he didn't make it to see the little one be born? Questions like these rolled around in his mind as he tried to decide.
She leans forward to kiss the scar on his forehead, she was the only one he would let touch this unusual mark, let alone kiss it. "I'm sure," she said with a small, serious smile, "Our baby needs a grandfather."
That was all he needed to get moving, he kissed her on the lips and then on her belly before he made his departure, promising that he would be back into to welcome their baby into the world. After he was gone, Madam Pomfrey had come back to offer Emma some comfort as the contractions came closer together. The nurse helped Emma out of her hot school robes and sweater vest, leaving her to lean against the hard metal railing at the head of the bed in her skirt and white blouse as she began to enter active labor. As she rested against the many pillows Madam Pomfrey had propped between the hard railing and her back, Emma closed her eyes and focused on her breathing as the labor pains intensified.
An hour or so later, Emma was up and leaning against the window, her forehead pressed against the cool glass. Her stomach was misshapen as her muscles contracted, pressing the head of the infant against her slowly dilating cervix, she was only at a three when she allowed Madam Pomfrey to check her. As the muscles in her abdomen relaxed, she saw them, Harry, Hermione, and Umbridge heading into the Forbidden Forest, her pain was forgotten as slight shock set in. She sat at the window, waiting for them to come back out, but as the time and contractions passed, and they still hadn't reappeared, she began to suspect that something terrible had happened.
As the hours passed by Emma's labor hardly progressed, when she was checked last she had just dilated to four centimeters. She had traversed the whole room and had even ventured out into the corridor to see if walking and gravity would help speed things along. Her contractions were like steel bands that repeatedly constricted around her mid-section, pressing her baby down, ready to have it free after nine long months of carrying the small human, causing her to pause in her walking and lean against the nearest sturdy thing she could find as she forced herself to remain calm and as silent as possible as she breathed through the intensifying pain.
Meanwhile, just a few floors away, Harry had returned to the castle a Portkey having transported him from the Ministry to the headmaster's office. Once he had got his bearings straight, he dropped the piece of statue that had served as the Portkey and raced for the door, giving the knob a few sharp twists and tugs before finding that the door was hopelessly locked. After giving the aging wood a sharp kick, Harry began to pace, cursing under his breath, Dumbledore said he would be there in thirty minutes, so thirty minutes the boy would have to wait before he was able to go find out if he was a father yet or not.
Harry felt like he had been waiting forever when Dumbledore finally appeared in the room, thirty minutes on the dot. Harry gave the headmaster one glance before going back to the door and began twisting and pulling the knob once more, frantic to get out. The old headmaster stood there for a moment before speaking, "Sit, Harry, we need to talk," obviously oblivious to what was happening.
"Sir, open the door please," Harry said, his voice loud and strong in his panic. He looked back to see Dumbledore shaking his head, "Please sir, Emma's having the baby!" Harry nearly shouted. Realization dawned on the old man's face, and with a wave of his wand the door sprung open, "Thank you, sir!" Harry shouted as he raced through the door, down the spiral staircase, and through the corridors that lead to the Hospital Wing.
Emma was on the bed once more, leaning back on the many pillows as Harry came bursting through the door. Her pained eyes lit up as she saw her boyfriend racing to her side, "You made it!" She exclaimed as he came to a stop at her bedside and knelt down beside her.
He placed a gentle hand on her huge mound of a belly and leaned forward to kiss her cheek, "Yes, I made it," he said, overwhelmed with emotion at the thought that he would see his child come into the world.
"You're so dirt-t-AH!!" Her beaming smile turned into a grimace as an incredibly strong contraction seized her large belly, causing it to become misshapen as the muscles clenched. She began to pant as the pain slowly began to peak, this was the worst one she felt yet, sweat beaded along her brow as the contraction came to its peak. Harry took a hold of her hand with his free hand as his other worked in small circles over the tight skin that covered her bloated womb. Emma collapsed back into the pillows as the pain subsided, still panting heavily as sweat dampened her shirt. She gave Harry's hand a soft squeeze before removing her fingers from his to begin unbuttoning and pulling her shirt off, she was severely hot with it on. Once that was off, she worked on getting her skirt off, clothing felt really confining at the moment. When she was in nothing but her underwear, she leaned back against the pillows and smiled at Harry. "Not much longer now," She said, putting his hand back on the naked skin of her enormous stomach and holding it there with her own.
Now that Harry was at her side, Emma had found a new strength had welled up inside of her exhausted body. She was able to bear the strong contractions the threatened to rip her in two. She was panting and resting after the latest labor pain had subsided before another one soon took its place, forcibly pressing the baby's head against her cervix. She was cringing against Harry as the contraction reached a steady peak, at this point she felt a very significant pop down along the opening of her pelvis, followed quickly by a torrent of warm fluids that gushed from her vagina, soaking the bedding and her panties. With one fluid motion, she hooked her fingers in the elastic band of the soaked cloth and pulled it off, quickly tossing the pair of underpants to the side. As the water slowly trickled to a stop, a new sensation washed over the girl, a terrible pressure was building at the top of her birth canal as the baby's head shifted into position, the cushion the bag of waters created now gone.
Just as Madam Pomfrey had come out of her office to check on the progress, she had given the couple space to labor how they wanted, Emma gave a small scream, "I have to push!" She bellowed as she curled in on herself, the urge to push surging strong through her body. Harry held her tight as he looked to the nurse, fear and excitement mixed in his expression. Madam Pomfrey rushed over to the bed after Emma's exclamation, "I'm going to check you, sweetheart," she said in calm voice as she parted the girl's legs and gently inserted two fingers. The nurse's eyes go wide as her fingers came into contact with the crown of the baby's head as it pressed against its mother's fully dilated cervix. "You're ready, sweetheart, on your next contraction, you may push." Madam Pomfrey said as she removed her fingers and wiped them on her apron.
Emma didn't need to be told twice, and as the next pushing contraction started to build, she began to push. Harry had her by the hand once more, gently coaxing her along with his words and touch, "you can do it, love", he murmured to her as she strained to bring the head of the child down. She let out a cry of pain as she felt the burn of the baby's head slowly passing through her cervix, moving to fill and stretch the inner walls of her birth canal. She sat there and panted as she waited for the next contraction to come, the way she was propped on the bed would allow gravity to help bring the baby down and eventually out into the world. Harry wiped the sweat from her brow with a damp washcloth the nurse had handed to him, she went off to hurridly gather the supplies they would need, a few towels, some string, and a pair of scissors.
Emma panted as she looked at him and she shakily pointed down at the foot of the bed, "Catch…." Was all she was able to say before another contraction had her pushing again. Harry nodded and moved down between her legs to see her netherlips begin to bulge as the head of the baby pressed against them. Emma had just enough to time to suck in a few breaths before bearing down as hard as she could once more. Harry watched in amazement as he got a small glimpse of a dark patch of hair as Emma's labia began to part.
"I can see the head!" He exclaimed as he watched the small glimpse turn into a tear drop, then into a small circle as the baby began to crown, exposing more dark hair than he would have ever expected to see.
"It burns!" Emma screams, her fingers clawing at the bed sheets as her sensitive skin stretched to accommodate her child's head. As if knowing it would calm her, Harry reached up and took one of Emma's hands from the sheet, he gently moved and placed her fingers on the thing that protruded from between her legs. She pauses as her fingers gently glide of the top of her baby's skull, feeling the soft, slimy hair that was matted to the little one's scalp. This first touch allowed her to find the strength she would need to deliver this child. She embraced the next contraction and bore down with all she had, her fingers gently cupping the slowly emerging head of her infant, soon she was at a full crown, then the forehead slowly slid out, followed by the eyes, nose, mouth and ultimately the chin. Emma relaxed against the pillows, pulling in short pants as her finger gently caressed her baby's head, her skin resting for a moment around the child's neck.
Harry smiled at her as he put his hands on either side of the baby's head and gently supported it, "You're doing great, love! A few more pushes and this baby will be out and in your arms, Emma, in your arms!" She smiled back at him before her face contorted into concentrated pain, she curled in on herself and began to bear down for what she hoped would be the very last time. She gave a little gasp as she felt the baby turn and then one by one, the shoulders began to slip out. Once the shoulders were out, the rest of the baby slid out into Harry's waiting arms in a gush of backed up amniotic fluid. Emma gave a relieved sigh as the pain disappeared and the cries of her newborn filled the room.
With tears of pride and love in his eyes, Harry passed the screaming infant up into Emma's waiting arms. She pulled her baby close to her chest, "It's a little girl!" She announced in a soft whisper before placing the first loving kiss on her new daughter's forehead. Harry was up at the side of the bed once again, just staring in awe and wonder at the little person he helped create. Emma smiled at him as he sat in the chair Madam Pomfrey had pulled over for him taking the towel she had offered, tears of joy streaming down her face as she held the squirming bundle in her arms, "Meet your new daughter," the new mother said to him. A huge smile broke out across his face as he heard the word daughter, he leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss on the little one's crown before lifting his head to give her mother a well-earned, loving kiss on the lips.
Madam Pomfrey had managed to get in between the new parents to tie off the cord, which Harry didn't hesitate to cut. "What do you want to name her, Emma?" Harry asked as he gave the scissors back to the nurse, his index finger gently caressing his daughter's cheek.
Emma thought for a moment as she bundled up the infant in a clean towel after having cleaned her off some, "Lily," She finally said, "After her grandmother."
"It's perfect," Harry said, more tears coming to his eyes as his daughter was named after his mother. He ran his hand over the dark hair that covered the infant's small head before leaning over to kiss her little forehead. Lily had quieted down once she was cuddled up in her mother's arms. After a few minutes, Emma offered her breast to the infant which she immediately latched onto and began to suckle. Madam Pomfrey had retreated back to her office, allowing the new family time to bond.
Once the baby had eaten her fill and unlatched from the breast, Emma looked to Harry, "Would you like to hold your daughter, Harry?" She asked him.
Harry gave an excited nod, "Of course!" He leaned over and gently took Lily into his arms. He held her close to his chest and stared into her small, squinty eyes. "She has your eyes," He told Emma as he continued to stare into the baby's face.
"I think she looks more like her father," Emma yawned as she watched the two bond.
"Go to sleep, Emma, you deserve it," Harry said, leaning over to kiss her on the lips, "I'll watch Lily as you get some rest." Emma nodded and rested her head back on a pillow, falling asleep almost instantly.
Harry watched over both his girls as they slept, Lily in his arms and Emma in the bed at his side. He couldn't have been any happier than he was at that moment, "I love you," He whispered to his daughter and her mother as they slept, and he really did. From that moment on, he vowed to protect his family with his life, vowed to give his little girl the parents he never had.