~ Home for the Summer~
Chapter Eight- The Sixth Sense
A/N: No, no one is going to see dead people!
Young Ginny Weasley had always been the silent child, she still was. Her secret love for a particular wizard had always remained only in her heart. After all, it was her brothers best friend. But now, she was at his bedside in the groundskeepers home. They were the only ones in that room for almost six hours now, excepting the fact that he was still unconscious. She kept the cool washcloth on his forehead above his glasses. Ginny soaked the cloth in the bucket, ringing out the access water. She watched him take a few deep breaths before replacing it. The left side of his body twitched when the fabric touched his skin. His neck turned, and he made a moaning sound, the muscles in his face jerked.
" Harry?" she ran a finger along his dirt stained skin. The movements became quicker, Ginny called for Hagrid, " Harry, Harry!".
Suddenly, he shot up, making her jump back. He was panting, confused of the location. " Hermoine" the first thing to leave his lips.
" Ginny" she corrected what she thought he meant to say.
His breathing was heavy, " where am I?" he looked in every direction around him.
Ginny wrapped her arms around his neck, " oh no!" she cried, " you have amnesia!".
He knew he did not have any memory loss, he easily remembered the past months, just not the past hours. " I don't have amnesia, Ginny" he struggled in her embrace of death.
The door opened, and Hagrid came to his rescue. " Ginny, be careful with him" she dropped him without warning and he suddenly fell back against the pillows. Ginny stood and ran from the room, he was use to that. " You're better off down there, you got quiet the hit".
He still wanted an answer from his previous questions, " what happened? Where's Hermoine?".
" Right here" she silently stood in the doorway behind Hagrid, a blanket hung from her shoulder.
Harry sighed with extreme relief, " thank god".
" You fell very far, you've been out for awhile now, don't worry, there won't be any scars, one is enough for you". He turned, " as for you, I remember telling you to stay in bed as well".
Harry looked up at the ceiling, " don't bother, she doesn't listen".
" That was you" Hermoine walked slowly to the other side of his bed, crawling under the blanket, she nested her head under his chin, he was still in the uniform.
He wrapped his arms around her, then felt something was different, like something was missing. " Wait a second" he neck shit up, " I remember, you were in pain when I last saw you".
" I know" she gazed at him, placing her arm around his waist, " I'm alright, and so is your baby".
He seemed calmer, but then he moved his hand closer to her stomach, Hermoine was still looking, smiling now. He ran a finger against her shirt. Hagrid watched them, " I believe Hermoine meant to say..".
She finished, " your daughter".
The muscles in his entire body went numb, " m-my w-what?".
Hermoine laughed at his reaction as Hagrid left, " a lot can happen when you're out of it for that long".
" Hermoine, I wasn't there, I-I can't even think of how to apologize".
She was still laughing, " then don't. You're here now, and that's all that matters".
" We actually have a daughter?" he couldn't believe that sentence.
Hagrid came back into the room, his arms crossed across his chest, yet, Harry was unable to see why. As he came closer, the bundle wrapped in tan terry cloth became visible. He and Hermoine sat up.
" Harry Potter, meet your first born" he handed the warm baby body into Harry's arms. While she was small enough to hold in only one arm, he had both gloved arms around her.
He was nearly in tears, his arms trembling. They tiny eyes were closed, the little hands curled against the blankets rim. Her breathing was soft, and yet, she had no idea what was going on. " She's so tiny".
" Like you two, she made an early arrival" Hagrid said, " anyways, I'll leave you three alone to, uh, get aquatinted".
Hermoine watched every movement with Harry and his daughter, their daughter. " What name suites her?" he asked.
She looked down at the baby, " Ella" and she was so sure.
Harry's eyes darted at hers, " Ella?".
" Ella Potter, it has such a lovely pattern".
" Potter? What about Granger?".
She objected, " two last names are a lot for a child. Your parents would have loved to see her, mine despise her when they don't even know her".
Harry managed a weak smile of sympathy. He knew he wanted to kiss her, she wanted him too as well, and she knew that look seven months ago in her room. Hardly moving an inch, the tiny bundle in Harry's arms interrupted. For the first time, paying attention to her little noise, Harry saw Ella's eyes. The same blue and green mixture to create a crystal like indescribable sight. His daughter had the exact same eyes as him.
" She looks like you" Hermoine gracefully commented.
Harry was still engaged in her eyes. Ella's small fingertips lightly scraped against the leather on his arm gear. When his finger touched her wrist, his mind lost control into a spiraling premonition. It was a whirlwind of dark colors, huge gusts of wind. In the faint distance, he saw Ella moving further and further away. Hermoine was screaming in the background. He tried to reach out for her, but the gravity beneath him gave way.
" Harry?" her voice snapped him back into reality. " Oh no, what did you see?" she knew what he had just experienced, by his expression.
He didn't respond right away, still trying to sort it out himself. Looking down at the baby, he did not want to ruin her birthday by frightening anyone, " nothing, it was nothing".
Hermoine and Harry settled into the bed, cuddling, keeping Ella nestled between them for close security. Ella Potter was born on November fourteenth, in Hagrid the groundskeepers home. The first thing said after her birth was her identical looks to her then unconscious father. On the same day she was born, the special telepathic powers between herself and Harry was discovered. It was expected from a child of a wizard and a witch, though never this early and normally with both parents. Who knew something of that for an eye color could change such a thing. And, a premonition, could prepare one for something so horrible yet to come.
~ Now that the baby is born, what do you think is going to happen? Maybe taking care of a newborn isn't the easiest thing in the world, but this will be beyond imagination.~