The young man slowly walked into the hospital room, his green eyes focused on the woman asleep in the bed. Smiling, he walked over to the chair beside her bedside and sat down. He then gently grasped her hand.
Reaching over to the bedside table, he grabbed the washrag from out of the water bowl, ringed it out, then brought it to his wife’s forehead and washed the remaining sweat off of it. She turned her head towards him but remained asleep, a small smile on her face.
Harry stayed for another moment before he got up and walked over to the crib which lay on the other side of the bed. Looking down, he had to grin. The little chocolate brown eyes stared up at its father as if begging to be picked up. Harry carefully placed his arms under his son and picked him up. Holding his against his chest, he walked over to the rocking chair and sat down.
“Hey, little guy. I’m your daddy.”
Harry cradled the baby in his arms, immense pride flowing through him, the same pride that flowed through him when he first held his son. Now, however, several questions were flowing around his head. Is this how his parents felt the day he was born? Is the same fate that happened to him going to happen to his son?
‘No way. I won’t allow it.’
His son was already going to have a hard time growing up. Both of his parents are extremely famous, and there’s no doubt that this would make it hard for his son.
‘Plus, I’m well assured the Daily Prophet is outside waiting to take a picture of the newest Potter,’ Harry thought bitterly, just wishing that the press would leave him and Ginny alone. He knew it wasn’t going to happen, but he could at least hope.
Shaking his head at the thought, he looked back down at his son. The little boy was a perfect combination of his parents. He had inherited his mother’s soft, chocolate brown eyes and the freckles that ran across her nose. From him, the messy jet-black hair that seemed to pass down from the Potter family.
“You know, little guy, you are very lucky to be born into a world without any evil. The world you are born in is peaceful and free, you have nothing to worry about, son.”
Harry looked up and looked out the window, remembering the moment when James was born.
The pressure on his hand decreased, and Ginny threw her head back. Her breathing was extremely hard and sweat covered her head. Harry leaned in and kissed the top of her head.
“You did wonderful, baby.”
“Hurt,” she moaned, trying to get her breathing back to normal. She then turned her head towards him and smiled. “Is it a boy or a girl?”
A healer came around holding a blue bundle in her arms. She was smiling.
“Congratulations, Potters. It’s a boy,” she said, gently putting the bundle into Ginny’s welcoming arms.
“A boy,” Ginny gasped, taking the baby in her arms. She was smiling down at him as she took in his features. His eyes were closed and his head was resting on her chest. “Look at him, Harry.”
“He’s beautiful, isn’t he?”
“What should we name him?” she asked, leaning down to kiss the top of his head.
“We made a deal remember? You pick his name out and I pick the godparent.”
She stared at the tiny face and smiled even more, seemingly lost in thought.
“James,” she whispered.
“What’d you say?” Harry asked her, putting his cheek on top of her head.
“James. James Sirius Potter. I think it’s a fitting name.”
“Ginny,” Harry said in a loving tone, leaning down to kiss wife on the cheek.
“And can I guess who the godparents are?” she grinned.
“Ron and Hermione.”
“How’d you know?” he grinned.
She held the baby out to his father. Harry readjusted himself and took their son from her, holding him for the very first time.
Immense pride flowed through him as he held his son for the very first time. His breath was caught in his throat as he looked at him. He was so beautiful.
“It’s amazing, isn’t it?”
“What is?” she asked.
“How two people who really love each other can create something so beautiful.”
“It is,” she agreed, “Especially when his parents really do love each other.”
He leaned down and gave his wife their first kiss as a mother and father.
Looking down at James now, he noticed that his son’s eyes were asleep and his head was resting against his father’s chest. Harry brushed his hair out of the little face and looked out the window.
“You have a very special name, little man. Your grandfather James and Sirius gave their lives to save me. To help save us all.”
A knock on the door alerted him. He looked back and noticed that Ron and Hermione entered, smiling at him.
“Hi,” Hermione said, sitting down across from Harry. She looked at James. “He’s so adorable.”
“What’s his name, mate?”
“He’s cute. He looks just like his daddy.”
“He’s got mommy’s eyes though.”
“Hard to believe that we made it this far, huh mate?”
“It is. There were times where I never thought we’d make it this far.”
A hand on his shoulder caused him to look up. Ginny was standing up behind him, smiling down at them.
“Hey, baby. How are you feeling?”
“Tired,” she said. “One word of advice, Hermione. Don’t ever have kids.”
Hermione and Ron laughed.
“Do they know?” Ginny asked, looking seriously at Harry.
“I was just getting to that.”
“Getting to what, Harry?” Ron asked.
Harry took a deep breath and started. “You guys have been our best friends since day one. You’ve stuck with us through thick and thin. You’ve always been there for us. Ginny and I have been thinking for the last few weeks that if anything happens to us, we need someone who we know that will take excellent care of him.”
“We know that you two will always be there for us and James. We want you two to be James’ godparents.”
They were both silent for a moment, staring at their sister and brother with a look of amazement on their faces.
“We’d love to be the godparents,” Ron said, looking down at his wife who nodded in agreement.
Harry, smiling, looked down at his son before saying, “Meet Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione, buddy.”
He gently handed James over to Hermione. Ginny slid into Harry’s lap.
“Hi, little guy. Look at you.”
“Are you sure you’re ok?” Harry asked Ginny.
“I’m just tired,” Ginny muttered, snuggling into her husband’s chest.
“You should try to get more rest. You deserve it. Let me know if you need anything.”
“What about the baby?” she asked.
“I’ll watch him, don’t worry. You need to rest up.”
“Look at this little man. He’s going to be one amazing quidditich player, isn’t he?” Ron asked, and Hermione rolled her eyes.
“With a mother who was a professional quidditich player, there’s no denying that he’s going to be one good quidditich player,” Harry smiled, causing Ginny to raise her head up and peck his lips.
At that moment, time seemed to stop for Harry. Looking around, there was no way he couldn’t help but smiling. His sister-in-law was holding his newborn son, his brother-in-law was sitting right behind her, grinning at him, and Ginny was half-asleep in his lap, smiling at their son.
He knew the questions he had earlier would never really be answered, but right now that didn’t matter. Right now, all that mattered was James, he and his wife’s newest addition to their family.
James was born in a free world. No evil, no fear, no deaths. He’s safe, free, and with a loving family.
James was going to do just fine.
Shaking his head, he looked at Hermione who was calling out his name.
“Ginny fell asleep on you there, mate. I guess she was still tired. We didn’t mean to wake her when we came in.”
“It’s ok. I’ll go tuck her back in.”
Cradling Ginny in his arms, he walked back over to the bed and tucked her in, staying there for a few moments.
“They’re going to be great parents,” Hermione said, looking at her husband.
Nodding in agreement, he looked back down at his nephew before Hermione handed him back over to his father. Walking over to the crib, Harry gently put him back inside before returning his attention back to his friends.
“I know, Harry, that you’re probably worried for him, but just remember that his father defeated the darkest wizard of all time. He made the entire world safe. He won’t be in danger.”
“She’s right, Harry. James is already more protected than anyone else. Nothing’s going to get past his dad.”
Harry remained quiet for a moment, thinking over the words his friends had just said. He knew they were right, but he couldn’t help the worry in him. He knew he was probably paranoid, but he was so afraid for his son. Ron checked his watch and showed the time to Hermione, knowing they had to leave now.
Hermione walked up to Harry and gave him a quick hug, saying “Tell Ginny we said congratulations when she wakes up.”
“I will,” Harry replied, stepping back from the two. “And thanks.”
Saying their goodbyes, Ron and Hermione walked over to the door, turning around to find Harry’s back to them, apparently lost in thought as he stared down at the baby.
“He’ll be fine,” Hermione said. Ron nodded.
“Should we tell them?” he asked quietly.
Looking back up at her husband, Hermione shook her head.
“This is Harry and Ginny’s special day. Let’s give them a few weeks.”
Nodding, he wrapped his arm around his wife’s shoulders and led her out of the room and down the hall.
Harry heard the door close, looked back down at his son, and said “Don’t worry, son. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”