Who's My Daddy?-Chp1

Started: 03-18-04 Completed: 03-13-06

WHO'S MY DADDY?

CHAPTER 1: THE BIRTH OF THE BABY

“Come on now, Mr. Potter, you can do this! Push!”

Harry is in St. Mungo maternity ward and he was coached by a couple of midwives and a doctor. His whole body was covered in cold sweat and he was gasping heavily for breath. One of the midwives wiped his brow with a damp cloth and whispered kindly to his ear.

“You can do it, Mr. Potter. Just a little bit now.”

“I…I can’t…I’m too tired…” Harry gasped as tears fell freely from his green eyes. The midwife wiped them away gently.

“Everything is going to be alright, Mr. Potter. You are going to have a beautiful child and you are going to be a very proud father. Everything is going to great. You’re doing fine. Just a little bit more and it’ll be all over.”

“Easy for you to say…” Harry chuckled tiredly. “You’re not the one pregnant.”

“Oh, I soon will be. I’m a married woman,” the midwife smiled. “Come on, Mr. Potter, push.”

And so Harry did. With the voices of the midwives and the doctor in charge surrounding him, Harry did the best he could to bring the child that was in him for 9 months straight out into the world. Time seemed to pass agonizingly slowly as Harry struggled to push with all his might. The weather outside was calm and breezy, a total contradiction to what Harry was feeling at this moment. He could feel the warm blood smearing all over his thighs and soaking through the sheets under him. He could feel the cold sweat drenching through his blue hospital garments and most of all, he could feel the pain of birth searing through his skin and through his bones, eating off every muscle and every flesh that was in him, like a hungry fire burning ravishingly at a piece of dry paper. He sobbed as he felt the feeling of a lump between his legs growing painfully bigger and he could hear the kind midwife whispering more kind, encouraging words to him.

“One more push, Mr. Potter,” the doctor coached. “One last push.”

Harry gripped the bed railings tighter than ever and let out an agonized scream as he gave one last push. He only stopped screaming when he heard the tiny wails of the baby as it breathed in air for the first time. Harry finally let go of the bed railings and gasped tiredly.

“My…My baby…?”

“Congratulations, Mr. Potter! You have a beautiful baby boy!”

Harry wept tears of joy and immediately forgot about the excruciating pain he had just went through as the midwife who spoke kindly to him before wrapped the baby in a clean cloth and handed the small bundle to him. Harry, with shivering arms, reached out and took the baby to his embrace, kissing him over and over again with his heart full of love for this baby. He found it hard to believe that this little child that he had hated and despised as it grew bigger and bigger inside leeching off most of strength could end up turning out so beautiful and angelic before his eyes. He felt so sorry for all the hard feelings he had felt and said to this little child. He could only feel unending and devoted love towards this little child. Only when the familiar damp cloth was dabbing on his sweat-drenched forehead did he came back to reality.

“In like a banana, out like a watermelon, eh, love?” the midwife smiled as she continued to wipe his forehead as Harry could feel the afterbirth coming to him slowly.

“Uh-huh,” Harry muttered weakly. “What’s your name again, kind nurse?”

“The name’s Winnie. Winnie Dumbledore, Albus’ youngest sister.”

“You…You’re Dumbledore’s sister?” Harry asked in surprised as he finally realized that she had the exact kind eyes as Dumbledore has. Winnie smiled.

“Well, I’m the only heir in the family who chose to be a midwife. I can’t help it, I just like babies. The rest are all working in the Ministry of Magic. You are quite a topic during meals sometimes, Mr. Potter, I must say.”

“You can call me Harry,” Harry said as he tickled his son’s chin. He studied his features carefully: bright brown eyes and silver-blonde hair with skin as pale as the moon. He could see the slight mischievousness and adventurous look in his eyes and yet at the same time it was both dark and mysterious with a small tinge of humbleness. He could feel a dark, silent aura that was both powerful and frightening, but he disregarded it as a slight delusion of his tiredness after birth.

“What will you call him, Harry?” Winnie asked.

Harry looked at his baby son for a while before making his decision.

“Alberto Alexi Zephyr Janphen Caninus Generus Potter.”