Chapter 1

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Hermione POV

"'Mione, 'Mione, wake up."

"Shut up, Ron...", I said sleepily.


"What is it?!", I snapped at my husband. 

"Ginny has gone into labour, Harry needs us! We have to rush to St. Mungo's right now!"

I hurried down the bed and flicked my wand over my pajamas, changing it to a top and jeans and apparated with Ron.

"Hello Ma'am, how can I help you?", asked a girl at the desk.

Ron apparated behind me and came rushing.

"Ummm! I'm Ron Weasley and this is my wife, Hermione, we're Harry Potter's bestfriends. His wife and my sister, Ginny Weasley, has gone into labour so can you tell us where they are?!!"

Just then, Harry came rushing out a nearby room, covered with sweat, but a wide smile on his face.


I smiled and hugged him. "Can we see her?", I pleaded.

"Ofcourse! Follow me.", said Harry as he led Ron and me into the room.

There sat Ginny with the only daughter of Harry Potter. She looked up and smiled at us as I took the baby from her.

The baby was indeed beautiful - red hair like her mother,  pale skin, green eyes just like her father and a cute nose. There was no doubt that she would be the very heartthrob of every boy in the Wizarding World when she would grow up.

I smiled looking at her small arms. That's when I saw it. My smiled faded.

"Um Harry, Ginny!", I squeaked and looked at them.

"What happened, 'Mione?", asked Ron.

I showed them the baby's left arm.

Everyone froze.

"Wh-what do-does th-this mean, Ha-Harry?", stuttered a worried Ginny.

There, on the youngest Potter's arm, was a scar. Not just any scar, but exactly similar to the one on Harry's forehead.


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