Who's the Father?

Harry was lying on the sofa in the Gryffindor common room, when Ron and Hermione came in from their last class. Hermione smiled as she put her armful of books onto one of the tables and made her way over to sit beside Harry.

"How are you feeling, Harry?" Hermione was always fussing over him, and he hated it.

"I'm fine, 'Mione. I'm pregnant not dying." He rolled his eyes.

Ron sat down in a chair across from the sofa. "Harry? Umm... are you going to tell us before the baby's born? We promise not to tell anyone else." Harry had refused to tell anyone who the other father of his baby was. Everyone kept trying to get him to slip up and 'spill the beans,' but no one had succeeded.

Harry shook his head. "No. It's not safe. I've already put this baby in danger by getting pregnant. I won't put someone else's life in danger, too."

Hermione spoke next. "Does the father know about the baby?"

Harry nodded. "Yes. He keeps trying to get me to tell everyone." He sighed. "I feel so bad. He wants to be part of this, but I can't let him. If I'm killed and he's killed our baby wouldn't have anyone."

Harry sat up. "Will you two help me to the hospital wing? I think my water just broke."

As Ron and Hermione were helping Harry out of the portrait hole, the rest of the seventh year Gryffindors were just coming up the staircase.

Dean Thomas was the first to see them. "Hey, is everything okay?" All of their housemates had been taking care of Harry during his pregnancy; so they were all concerned.

Ron nodded. "Yeah. Just taking Harry to the hospital wing. WE want Madam Pomfrey to have a look at him."

Seamus Finnigan, the ever loud and hyperactive member if their group, was practically bouncing up and down. "Is the baby coming? Are you in pain? Are you excited?"

Harry shook his head. "Calm down, Seamus. Yes, the baby is coming. No, I'm not in much pain. And am I excited? I don't know yet."

During this exchange, Neville was silently watching them. And Lavender and Parvati were whispering excitedly and giggling.

"Can we come wait in the waiting area, Harry?" Lavender asked.

Harry nodded. "I'm not sure how long this will take, but you're all welcome to come wait."

So the rest of the seventh year Gryffindors followed the trio to the hospital wing.

Harry was lying on a cot while Madam Pomfrey checked him.

"I'd say we have approximately one hour before you'll be ready to start pushing, dear," the mediwitch said, when she finished her examination.

Just then, Dumbledore looked around the curtains. "Poppy, dear, we need your assistance in the back room."

Madam Pomfrey nodded, covering Harry back up. "Of course, headmaster."

As she followed the Headmaster out, Harry could hear some commotion in the entryway. There were several gasps, some muffled sobs, and then one loud, clear voice, the voice of Lucius Malfoy. "Let me through! I need to be in there with him. It's my fault. He wouldn't be in there if it wasn't for me."

Harry closed his eyes. He was beginning to feel sick. He felt a flash of pain. He cried out before the pain overtook him and everything went black.

When he came to, the room was filled with people. Ron was sitting in a chair with Hermione in his lap. Dumbledore was standing at the foot of his bed talking to Sirius and Remus. Harry could see his classmates walking around or sitting in chairs. No one seemed to notice that he was awake.

He turned his head when he heard a baby whimper softly. The sight that greeted him made Harry gasp, and brought tears to his eyes. The father of his baby was sitting in a rocking chair, rocking a tiny pink bundle.

Before he could say anything Dumbledore spoke. "Harry, my boy, so nice to have you back with us again. Madam Pomfrey will be back shortly. I am sure she'll be happy to see her patient awake." Here he paused, as if considering something, before he continued. "Harry, did you have any visions before you lost consciousness?"

Harry shook his head. "No. I assumed that my body couldn't handle the delivery. Is there another reason?"

Dumbledore smiled. "Yes, Harry, there is. Voldemort is dead."

Harry was confused. "How?"

"Well, it seems that somehow he found out that the Malfoy's were spying for us." Here his face changed. He looked very upset. "We almost lost young Mr. Malfoy. Poppy is with him now."

Harry waited a minute before asking, "How did Voldemort die, Sir?"

Dumbledore smirked, "Ah... well, it was just one of those things. Severus had been feeding Voldemort a potion so that, if he were killed, his soul would die without his body. This took care of the problem we had after he tried to kill you, Harry. We didn't want him to be able to come back again. It was experimental. No one knew if it would work, but it did. Severus kept him occupied while Lucius got Draco away. Then Severus beheaded Voldemort. When he died, your connection with him was severed and you lost consciousness."

Harry's brow crinkled. "Is Professor Snape okay?"

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "Yes, Harry. He is fine. He is in the younger Mr. Malfoy's room checking on him right now."

Harry let out a loud sigh. He rubbed his face with his hands. "It's over. It's really over."

He looked up when he felt a weight settle onto the bed nest to him. He saw a tiny face peeking out of a bundle of pink blankets.

"Your daughter would like to say 'Hello'."

Harry smiled and took the baby in his arms. "I love you, Hannah Lily Potter." He caressed the baby's soft pink cheek.

When he looked up again, he smiled even brighter. "And I love you, too, Seamus Finnigan."

The End