Post by Mnemosyne Malfoy on May 13, 2006 23:08:24 GMT
Disclaimer: All recognizable character's in this story belong to the incurable genius of JK Rowling, they aren't mine. *insert word of choice here*
[glow=red,2,300] Anticipation[[/glow]
A Sequel to "The Lullaby" by Sandy Phoenix
Harry Paced the waiting room at St. Mungo's impatiently. It had been seven hours since his wife had shook him awake and whispered in a quietly strained voice, "It's time, Harry."
As he paced, Harry thought back to the first time he had seen her, really seen her. She had been standing in the Great Hall searching for an open seat, and the sunlight pouring in the windows had given her a halo. It was the first time Harry had truly noticed how pretty she really was.
Two months to the day after he had defeated Voldemort, Harry had asked her to be his wife. At their wedding, the only thing that hadn't been perfect was the five empty chairs, left purposely for those who should have been there: Albus Dumbledore, James and Lily Potter, Sirius Black, and Charlie Weasley.
Harry also thought about the day they had found out they were going to be parents. There had been no arguments about names: when they knew it was going to be a boy, they had immediately agreed on his name: Sirius James Potter.
Harry began to worry; surely it couldn't take three hours to deliver a baby. This was a wizarding hospital, for Merlin's sake. They could heal a compound fracture in a heartbeat. Harry went quickly over to the desk by the door through which they had taken his wife as soon as they had arrived. "Please," Harry began, "can you tell me what is going on with my wife? Her name is. . ." but Harry didn't get to finish.
"Yes, Mr. Potter." The lady smiled kindly. "One moment, let me look into things. When did you arrive?"
"Seven hours ago." Harry answered her with fear evident in his voice.
"And this is your first child." The last was statement, not a question. "Mr. Potter, it is really quite early yet. We have learned that it is usually best to let these things progress naturally and it is not unusual for a first child to take days to arrive."
Harry sighed and returned to his pacing. After what seemed like hours, he heard the words he had been waiting a lifetime to hear. "Mr. Potter, your wife and son are doing beautifully. You can go in to see them now."
Harry stood in the doorway of his wife's room, taking in the scene before him. There was a window beside her bed that was bathing her and their son in light. My angels, he thought to himself.
Just then his wife looked up and smiled. "Come and meet your son," she said. "Do you want to hold him?"
For a moment Harry stood horrified at the idea. Sirius was so small. Harry smiled. What a ridiculous idea! He was godfather to Ron's daughter, Aurora, and she had been smaller than little Sirius. Still, somehow it was different now that it was his son he was being asked to hold.
His wife smiled, reading him like a book. "You won't break him, love. Come here. Put one arm here." She patted their son's tiny bottom. "And the other here behind his neck. You have to support the weight of the head." With that, she carefully arranged the small bundle of their son in Harry's arms and sat back smiling serenely.
Harry looked down at his son nestled snugly in his arms and felt tears come to his eyes. He wondered if his father had felt this way the first time he had held him. He recognized in that small face his father's strong chin and his mother's high cheekbones. The little perk of the nose was still too small to attribute to one parent or another, but Harry had a feeling it would be beautiful no matter.
Harry sat carefully in a chair beside his wife's bed. She and little Sirius would be staying another day, just so the medi-wizards could assure themselves that all was well.
Harry began to hum softly. It was a song he had learned well over the last nine months. A song he and his wife had put together for their son, each adding a little bit to it every time they sang it. His wife and son fell asleep as he sang quietly, all of his anticipation and worry forgotten.
*finis*
The Lullaby can be found at fictionalley.org I have tried to get the author to come to our little site but we will see.
Let me know what you think.
[glow=red,2,300] Anticipation[[/glow]
A Sequel to "The Lullaby" by Sandy Phoenix
Harry Paced the waiting room at St. Mungo's impatiently. It had been seven hours since his wife had shook him awake and whispered in a quietly strained voice, "It's time, Harry."
As he paced, Harry thought back to the first time he had seen her, really seen her. She had been standing in the Great Hall searching for an open seat, and the sunlight pouring in the windows had given her a halo. It was the first time Harry had truly noticed how pretty she really was.
Two months to the day after he had defeated Voldemort, Harry had asked her to be his wife. At their wedding, the only thing that hadn't been perfect was the five empty chairs, left purposely for those who should have been there: Albus Dumbledore, James and Lily Potter, Sirius Black, and Charlie Weasley.
Harry also thought about the day they had found out they were going to be parents. There had been no arguments about names: when they knew it was going to be a boy, they had immediately agreed on his name: Sirius James Potter.
Harry began to worry; surely it couldn't take three hours to deliver a baby. This was a wizarding hospital, for Merlin's sake. They could heal a compound fracture in a heartbeat. Harry went quickly over to the desk by the door through which they had taken his wife as soon as they had arrived. "Please," Harry began, "can you tell me what is going on with my wife? Her name is. . ." but Harry didn't get to finish.
"Yes, Mr. Potter." The lady smiled kindly. "One moment, let me look into things. When did you arrive?"
"Seven hours ago." Harry answered her with fear evident in his voice.
"And this is your first child." The last was statement, not a question. "Mr. Potter, it is really quite early yet. We have learned that it is usually best to let these things progress naturally and it is not unusual for a first child to take days to arrive."
Harry sighed and returned to his pacing. After what seemed like hours, he heard the words he had been waiting a lifetime to hear. "Mr. Potter, your wife and son are doing beautifully. You can go in to see them now."
Harry stood in the doorway of his wife's room, taking in the scene before him. There was a window beside her bed that was bathing her and their son in light. My angels, he thought to himself.
Just then his wife looked up and smiled. "Come and meet your son," she said. "Do you want to hold him?"
For a moment Harry stood horrified at the idea. Sirius was so small. Harry smiled. What a ridiculous idea! He was godfather to Ron's daughter, Aurora, and she had been smaller than little Sirius. Still, somehow it was different now that it was his son he was being asked to hold.
His wife smiled, reading him like a book. "You won't break him, love. Come here. Put one arm here." She patted their son's tiny bottom. "And the other here behind his neck. You have to support the weight of the head." With that, she carefully arranged the small bundle of their son in Harry's arms and sat back smiling serenely.
Harry looked down at his son nestled snugly in his arms and felt tears come to his eyes. He wondered if his father had felt this way the first time he had held him. He recognized in that small face his father's strong chin and his mother's high cheekbones. The little perk of the nose was still too small to attribute to one parent or another, but Harry had a feeling it would be beautiful no matter.
Harry sat carefully in a chair beside his wife's bed. She and little Sirius would be staying another day, just so the medi-wizards could assure themselves that all was well.
Harry began to hum softly. It was a song he had learned well over the last nine months. A song he and his wife had put together for their son, each adding a little bit to it every time they sang it. His wife and son fell asleep as he sang quietly, all of his anticipation and worry forgotten.
*finis*
The Lullaby can be found at fictionalley.org I have tried to get the author to come to our little site but we will see.
Let me know what you think.