Parenthood by Rosworms
(multi-chaptered WIP)

Rated: G
Genre: family/general
Summary: If I could deal with Voldemort... a baby will be easy. I'm still nineteen years old... I have plenty of energy to spare. How hard could it possibly be?
Warnings: None


Chapter 1: Famous Last Words

"He's beautiful, Harry. Did you ever think you could have so much love for one person?" Ginny asked from her bed in the hospital wing of Hogwarts. Harry looked down at the newborn in his wife?s arms.

"I didn't even know what love was until there was you... and now I'm full of it. There's so much love that I don't know what to do with it all." He said. He started to think back on the events that had led him here. Two years ago, he never would have imagined himself in the hospital wing looking at his own son.

He and Ginny had married as soon as Harry graduated from Hogwarts even though she was still attending. He became the new DADA professor which meant his wife was his student for a year... And the students loved to tease them about that. On the night of Ginny's graduation, she told Harry that she was pregnant.

Once the news of the child got around the wizarding world, Voldemort started making his moves... and it all lead up to the final battle only the night before. When Harry's family was threatened by the thing that took away his childhood family, he was filled with a power that was greater than anyone had ever seen. Voldemort didn't have a chance and was easily defeated.

Harry had arrived home from battle just in time for Ginny to go into labor? and now it was all over and he had a beautiful baby boy.

"What's his name?" Madame Pomfrey interrupted Harry's musings.

"Elias Harold Potter," Ginny said as she beamed with joy.

"Well... welcome to parenthood, kids." Poppy said with a grin.

"No problem, if I could deal with Voldemort... a baby will be easy. I'm still nineteen years old? I have plenty of energy to spare. How hard could it possibly be?"

 

 

Parenthood by Rosworms
(multi-chaptered WIP)

Rated: G
Genre: family/general
Summary: If I could deal with Voldemort... a baby will be easy. I'm still nineteen years old... I have plenty of energy to spare. How hard could it possibly be?
Warnings: None