OK! This will be the last chapter… sort of.

I have decided to put up both endings for those who wanted different ones…. This will be the sad ending.

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SAD ENDING!

Hermione was rushed to the hospital wing with Harry. Madame Pomfrey came to see what the trouble was straight away. She took Hermione to a separate room leaving the worried boy to think of all possible things that could be wrong with the baby.

Oh God, please let the baby be ok…please let Hermione be ok.

Harry continuously paced for half an hour before madam Pomfrey came out of the room.

Harry watched her anxiously desperately waiting for any news, but she just walked past him to a supply closet. Harry barely registered the thought how long has that been there? He was to worried about Hermione and the baby.

Madam Pomfrey didn't say anything to Harry, so he had to ask, "how is she?"

"I'm sorry but the baby didn't survive. Follow me and you can see them both."

A great numbness filled Harry, the sadness was to great to make tears fall, almost as though they weren't worthy of expressing his pain.

Harry followed the healer into the room she had led Hermione into earlier.

The white room was harsh on his eyes, but he only noticed Hermione sat up holding a small bundle of towels, a pale head poking out. Tears flowed down Hermione's eyes in small rivers.

Harry's eyes also filled up at the sight of her pain.

He walked over to her, barely noticing his legs were like jelly.

"The baby moved so much it had tied the umbilical cord in a knot, there was nothing to be done, no way to prevent it…. I'm truly sorry" madam Pomfrey said before she left.

Harry held Hermione tightly looking down into the face of his dead child. His son.

None of them spoke. They just sat there for so long that the sun began to peak through the glass of the window.

Harry took hold of the small form wrapped in towels, dark spots spread across them from his and Hermione's tears.

Nothing could describe the pain they felt. Nothing could describe the sadness.

Harry sat there looking at something that had presented so many possibilities, but now the child was just still, silent and pale.

So many people came to visit them during the day, Harry guessed madam Pomfrey had told Dumbledore, who passed it onto the school.

A lot of them showed sympathy, but none as much as Ginny and Ron, who each held the baby, tears flowing down their faces.

Even Malfoy didn't say anything crude to them, although he didn't visit them in the hospital wing, he didn't say anything when they returned to school, nothing except he was sorry. This news surprised both Harry and Hermione, then Malfoy explained his mother had a miscarriage and he had once felt their pain, he told them it will get easier.

They thanked him and he nodded going on his way.

The baby was cremated about a week later.

Everyone was given the day off school and the ashes were scattered into the lake in a special ceremony.

All the girls were crying and none of the boys had normal eyes, all were red.

Harry and Hermione said their goodbyes to the baby. So did the teachers. Everyone in the school, including the Slytherins, wrote small messages on paper, which were magically tipped into the water, along with one candle from each student. The candles were magically modified not to go out, they would last for a week. At night the lake looked beautiful, the lights flickering over the dark glassy surface of the water.

Harry and Hermione returned to there normal way of life, but every month on the date of the baby's stillbirth, they visited the monumental plaque which was erected next to the lake, placing flowers and candles there.

They never forgot their first child.

The end.