PT:1

 

“Harry, wake up, it’s time…” Mione whispered as she shook his shoulder.

 

“Huh…er…um…Mione?” Harry asked drowsily as he reached for his glasses on the nightstand.

 

“Harry, my water broke, it’s time…” Mione stated calmly, with a smile. Harry quite literally fell out of bed and jumped to his feet, waking the other’s in his dorm as he scrambled around like a chicken with it’s head cut off.

 

“God you’d think it was his kids you were having…” Ron said jokingly with a grin.

 

“Ready?” Harry breathlessly as he stood before his friends.

 

“Yes…” Mione said in that serene voice smile gracing her full red lips. As Harry helped her to her feet.

 

“Good Luck” Ron and the other’s said as the couple left the room.

 

The walk to the hospital wing went by rather smoothly, no disruption. They walked to the back off the dark wing and Harry sat Mione down on the bed just as her contractions started to quicken, kissing her on the forehead. He went to wake Madam Pomprey, who soon came out to help the young woman who was in some serious pain, but trying her hardest not to show it.

 

It was with both wonder and humility that Harry watched his best friend give birth to not one but two healthy baby boys. He did exactly what Pomprey told him and it was in the wee hours of December 12, 1997 that Mione gave birth to James Harry Black and Ryan Ronald Black, with their curly jet blue/black hair and gray violet eyes they were dead ringer’s for there father. Reminding Harry why he was not there and his heart ached just looking at the small little infants.

 

“Sirius should be here, not me…” Harry thought silently to himself.

 

“You’d still be here regardless Harry, you seem to forget that he was a wanted man Harry, it’s not like the Ministry of Magic would let him come here to see the birth of his children.”  Mione answered his silent question, her chocolate eyes soft, lips in a small smile as she looked at her children.

 

“But still, if I hadn’t…” Harry started before Mione interrupted briskly.

 

“You want to know something Harry; you know Voldemort doesn’t have a thing on you. You would kill yourself rather then admit that being wrong is ok…no one is perfect Harry. You are your own worst enemy and I can’t tell you enough that not everything bad that happens is your fault. He choose to go there Harry,  Not because of you, but because of me. Because I was unable to do just one thing, he asked of me to keep you at Hogwarts, not matter what. But, I failed Harry and in failing him, I failed as you as well. So stop blaming yourself that was not your fault… It was mine.”  Mione finished painfully as tears spilled from her eyes.

 

“And mine as well…” Albus said as he came pulled the curtain back, Ron, Ginny and several other members of the DA and some faculty here to see Mione and her sons.