Harry Potter is de̸ad

First and last part :)

It was morning of the 2nd of May 1998 and I was standing in the hall of the hospital I was working at. It was pretty empty place. No decorations on the walls, leaving them pale white. There weren't many people either, just few desperate parents sleeping on sofas quite far away from place where I was currently standing. But behind the door my back was turned to, it was alive. There was a person giving the birth at the very moment and if you ever seen a birth or maybe if you remember your own (which is hardly unlikely, but no judgment from my side), you know it's indeed alive. Full of screaming, kicking and swearing. But I think it's worth the effort at the end. Witnessing such event as the beginning of brand new life is beautiful. It's the main reason, why I wish to become a real midwife (or how my friends like to joke "a midhusband" since I am male).

Then I heard a call from mentioned room. "Tom! Mr. Riddle! Could you come and help me?" It was my mentor Mrs. Lestrange. Quite intriguing woman.

I was in the room right away and took in my surroundings. The room was lighted by lamps on the ceiling, but they weren't really effective, half of the room was still in dark. There were no windows and walls were light brown. Mrs. Lestrange was kneeling in front of the bed opposite of the door. "I am here, missis!" I cried in her direction. She turned so fast that her messy hair flew all around her head and made her look like a lion.

"Good. Come here." She pated a place on her right. I obeyed and quickly sat there. "I'll need you to hold baby's head when's the time. Remember? We practiced it." I nodded, this gesture making her less tense as she relaxed her broad shoulders.

After a while, as expected, baby's bloody head came out. I held it and later the whole little body instinctively. It was a boy. He was crusty and red, but looked healthy. Such a tiny, little creature. As soon as I was done admiring the baby, I allowed his father to hold him. The father looked young considering that he had a child. He had black hair, green eyes and wore glasses.

"Bloody hell! Do you think that you could announce that I'm a dad, to my family?" I gave him thumbs up. He smiled, revealing his glassy white teeth. "They are waiting in the entering room. Thank you so much. Oh and by the way my name is Harry Potter, you will probably need to know that to find them."

When I arrived to the entering hall, I looked around the room. It was actually quite big for an entering hall with big windows, its walls full of doors leading to different parts of this magnificent building.

Nobody seemed similar to the father, so I inhaled and yelled "HARRY POTTER IS DAD!" for everybody to hear clearly. 

A group of teenagers in the far corner to stand up, confused, looking at each other. Ginger girl, who couldn't be older than eighteen years old, spoke first. "Harry Potter? Didn't you make amistake? My boyfriend Harry Potter came here, because his friend Draco Malfoy was feeling really bad and-"She stopped at once and looked at me "That transsexual motherfucker"

That made older blonde man on my left jump to his feet. "Draco, I'll actually kill you this time, I swear!"