Him - A Harry Potter Love Story

Chapter Sixty-Five

A/N I was so excited to write this chapter oh my god

I never knew how scared a person could actually be until Mum told me to start pushing when the next contraction came.

They had progressively gotten worse throughout the hours, and I was now at ten centimeters. I was about to give birth. I was about to give birth.

I found it odd that my mind didn't seem to comprehend this until now.

I let out a scream, the pain bringing a dark shadow along the edges of my vision. I began to push, not knowing what was happening, not caring. As long as this ended. Soon.

"Good, good!" Mum cried out. She was the only one left in here; they all had gone to fight, including Dad. I was worried, but my mind was occupied, and I couldn't think at the moment.

I began to relax, my entire body feeling tired and sore, and I could hear her let out a cry of despair.

"You need to keep pushing, Cassandra!" she told me, reaching over and grabbing my hand, watching under the blanket for the baby. "Keep going!"

I tried to push again, letting out a sob. "I can't!"

"Yes you can! I can see one!"

That was enough to motivate me, and I began to push once again, letting out sobs the entire time. Mum kept yelling words of encouragement, letting go of my hand after about a minute to help the baby out.

The pain ended, but I was aching everywhere imaginable. My head fell back, and I took gasping breaths, my eyes shut. A moment later, I heard a small cry, and my head shot up once again.

"Who is that?" I mumbled. I looked around, not able to see anyone. "Mum?"

"I'm cleaning her off!" she called, and I turned my head to the open door of a bathroom. She came out a few seconds later, carefully holding a small, beautiful baby, wrapped in a towel.

A wave of emotions stronger than I had ever felt hit me. I began to cry, pushing myself up to an almost upright position, reaching my arms out.

"It's your little girl," Mum said with a smile as she placed her in my arms. I gently cradled her close to my chest, making sure to support her head as I stared into her beautiful green eyes.

"Ingrid," I said, smiling through the tears. "Her name is Ingrid."

Mum let out a laugh, leaning forward and kissing the top of my head. "I can't believe I have a granddaughter," she whispered.

It was so peaceful, for those couple minutes. Another contraction came soon after, and thankfully, Ingrid was quickly taken from my arms. I was worried as soon as the pain started that I would drop her; I was on a couch, so it wasn't the best set up.

"Where did you put her?" I cried out, letting out a groan from the pain.

"The room got two bassinets," Mum said with a smile. "And there are diapers and clothes in the bathroom for both of them."

I let out a shaky breath, nodding.

"Are you ready for your son?" she asked, squeezing my hand. I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded.

He was much harder than Ingrid; it took longer than I was comfortable with. By the time it was over, I wasn't even able to comprehend the crying I heard. I was letting out small sobs, feeling nothing but thankful that it was over.

"Cassandra," Mum said softly. I opened my eyes, sitting up a little and holding out my hands. She placed the baby boy into my arms, and I held him just as carefully as I did with my girl.

"Albus," I said, telling her the name Harry chose. She smiled, taking a deep breath.

"Ingrid and Albus," she said, stroking my hair as I looked at him. His eyes were a deep grey. "Born very early on May third."

"I...I love them so much," I whispered with a small laugh, not bothering to wipe the tears that fell from my eyes. "Bring Ingrid to me."

A moment later, I had both Ingrid and Albus in my arms, and I didn't want to ever let them go. I now faced forward on the couch, my feet touching the floor. My mom went and got stuff ready in the bathroom while I watched them as they fell asleep.

It was then that Harry walked in.

My head shot up, but despite the fact that I wanted nothing more than to get up and yell for him to look at what we made, I simply smiled, the look on his face more than I ever could ask for as he walked towards us.

"Those-those are ours," Harry murmured, his eyes wide as he came to sit next to me.

"Albus and Ingrid," I said softly, moving my head to show Harry which one was which.

"Oh, look at their eyes," he whispered with a small laugh, slowly wrapping an arm around me. "Albus looks like you."

"And Ingrid looks like you."

There was a moment of silence.

"How are things?" I asked hesitantly, scared to hear the answer. Harry didn't respond for a moment, his eyes quickly draining of all emotion.

"Fred, Lupin, Tonks, and Snape," he said softly. It took me a moment to realize what he meant; and when I did, I took a sharp breath in.

"Oh...oh."

"Snape left this," he told me, taking a small vial out of his pocket. In it was a silvery, glowing liquid-like substance, floating peacefully throughout the bottle. "He told me to take you to the pensive. That we both need to watch this."

"Harry, I have to take care of them," I said with a frown, looking down at the babies.

"Look, I don't know what this is, but it was important to Snape that you saw it, too," Harry pleaded. "Your mother can watch them. Please."

I sighed a little, looking down at them. "I'm just scared to-"

"I'm worried too. But we need to do this, Cassie," he said. I took a deep breath, nodding.

"Okay."

He smiled a little, looking back down at Ingrid and Albus. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," I responded, leaning slightly into him. "And I love our family."