The cry of their first child—a son—made Harry Potter broke out a smile of relief. The Healers wouldn't let him into the delivery room to be with his wife, Ginny; they felt that his tense presence was more of a distraction than a help to the mother-to-be who was going through a somewhat difficult labor. Especially not with how he couldn't stop pacing before the room, rushing up to every Healer who came out or even went near the room's door.
It was so unlike him to be so anxious like this. He could deal with Death Eaters and dangerous magical crooks who were after his life without batting an eye, yet right now his heart was pounding madly in his chest as he waited for the news about Ginny and their firstborn.
He wondered if this was how his own father, James, had felt. He wondered if this was how a father-to-be would feel towards their first child.
It took almost five years for Harry and Ginny to finally settle down and ready to start a family. They had married the year after the end of the Battle of Hogwarts; they were still young, barely past nineteen, with a bright future before them now that Voldemort's anti-muggle reign was no more. Harry could go on and fulfill his dream to become an Auror, while Ginny chose to take the skies into a short but thrilling time playing Quidditch professionally for the Holyhead Harpies.
Harry's father-in-law, Arthur Weasley, hadn't been feeling well as years went by. Age was finally catching up to the old man, and he had been prodding the couple to give him a grandchild or two while he was still around to shower them with love, with everything he knew before leaving for a new journey in his afterlife. It wasn't pressuring per se; after all the lovelessness, the cruelty that he'd been through in his childhood days, Harry had sworn to himself that he didn't want his own children to go through the same pain as he did. He would give them all the love he could offer. He would want his kids to receive all the love they could from everyone around them. To never let the history repeat itself again.
To prevent the creation of another Tom Marvolo Riddle: born without love, grew up without love, and died without understanding what love meant.
He could remember a few of the many quotes the late Albus Dumbledore, a man he had and would always admire, had told him:
"You think the dead we loved truly ever leave us? You think we don't recall them more clearly in times of great trouble?"
The dead he loved had never left him; they were always in his heart. They were the guiding light to show him the way out of the darkness, and they were the memories he so deeply cherished, his sanctuary to keep him onto the right path in times of chaos and insanity.
"Where your treasure is, there your heart will be also."
Voldemort couldn't touch him directly because of his mother's blood, Lily's blood, flowed within him. The blood of Lily's sacrifice to protect her son from Voldemort's inhuman pursue for immortality. Even though he eventually took Harry's blood to recreate a body for his comeback and rendered Lily's protection invalid, Voldemort's lack of understanding for the power of love was one of the causes of his downfall.
He recalled the time the Sorting Hat tried to put him in Slytherin:
"You could be great, you know, it's all here in your head, and Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, no doubt about that…"
He had been thinking if it was the Horcrux, the piece of Voldemort's soul within him, that made the Hat felt he should be in the House of Snakes… But something that Dumbledore had said to him would nag at his mind:
"It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities."
Gryffindor's sword had appeared in the Hat when he needed a weapon during his fight against the Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets. It had appeared again before Neville Longbottom, a fellow Gryffindor who had barely shown many qualities akin to the House of the Lion. According to Dumbledore, only a true Gryffindor could have pulled the sword out of the Hat. He later realized that the sword did not answer to them because of the house they belonged to, but because their determination and courage willed it to appear before them.
Harry had always been curious about the parents he barely knew aside from the photo album that Rubeus Hagrid had gifted him in his first year. He learned about the darker truth behind his father and the Marauders through Severus Snape's memories, but even so, Harry did not resent his father for bullying Snape, nor Snape for selling the prophecy out to Voldemort and caused the death of his parents.
"The truth. It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should, therefore, be treated with caution."
The sight of a Healer exiting the delivery room pulled Harry out of his own thoughts. He was glad that he was finally allowed to see Ginny and their newborn son, and he did so in a few wide strides to the redhead lying on the bed with a baby in her arms. The young one chuckled when Harry bent down to take a good look at him.
"He looks just like you," Ginny began, stroking the baby's head gently with a finger.
"But he has your eyes," Harry commented with a raised eyebrow. A deja vu. He couldn't help feeling amused as those words left his lips.
Ginny giggled. "He has his mother's eyes," she said, winking at her husband. "Now where have I heard that before?"
Harry smiled at the tease. "Have you decided on the name for him?" he asked, playing with the baby's small hands with a finger.
Ginny glanced up and stared at Harry in the eye. "I think you should be the one naming our boy. And I know you already have a name in mind. It's all written on your face."
Harry nodded. "James Sirius."
"To honor your father and godfather?" Ginny arched her eyebrows at the name.
"Yes. For all the sacrifices they'd made to protect me… Out of their love for me." And he loved them all the same, too.
"I like it," Ginny flashed her husband a grin of approval. "But at the same time, I can't help having a bad feeling about it. Aren't your dad and Sirius troublemakers during their Hogwarts days?"
Harry's eyes twinkled behind his round glasses. "Who knows? Regardless if he's going to inherit my dad's and Sirius' legacy, he is our son, and that's all that matters. Besides," he added with a smirk. "Maybe he might get some mischief-making streaks from your twin brother George instead."
They shared another lighthearted laughter and the conversation came to an end, with Harry leaving St. Mungo's in a merry mood while Ginny and their baby son had to stay in the hospital a little longer.
To Harry, James Sirius Potter was a gift from heaven. The result of his strong love for his wife, for his friends, his family… and everyone who was precious to him.
The greatest love of all.
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