Harry Potter was not nervous. He was a brave man and had been through worse. Much worse. And everything was fine. He was not scared. Who was he trying to kid? He had never been so scared in his entire life and that meant a lot. Though he'd thought that last time, too. The difference was that last time he was allowed to be in the room.

I'm sorry Harry, but you make me nervous...

He ruffled through his hair which was messier than it had ever been and looked at his bruised arms. She really was strong. Pacing up and down, praying, actually praying, even though he was not religious.

It wasn't fair. Hermione was allowed to be with her, he was not. He grabbed two fistfuls of his hair and pulled them to keep himself from screaming. Then glanced at the clock. It must have stopped. No it hadn't. It must be slow. He showed no signs of tiredness even though he hadn't slept for 48 hours.

Deep breaths. In. Out. In. Out. Now he felt dizzy. Those exercises were meant for women anyway. Tea. Yes, tea would be good. It could calm his nerves.

He walked to the Cafeteria only to be greeted by men who looked far worse then he did. Really. Twitching wrecks with bitten nails and trembling hands, unable to hold their cups properly. It took a little while to get the coin into the machine. It was slightly too big - it wasn't his fault, really.

He grabbed his tea and spilt a little on the floor. Because it was too hot. No matter.

Someone was watching him from behind. He turned around. The nurse behind the desk. What did that mean? Did something go wrong? He decided that it was time to ask how she was doing. When he walked over to her, spilling more tea and having trouble to keep his balance, he saw her sigh. How dare she?

"H-h-h-how is, uh, uh, uh..." What was her name again? "G-G-G..."

"We have no news yet, Mr. Potter, since you last asked. About three minutes ago."

Oh. Harry had been convinced that it was hours since he last asked her.

Shakily, he sat back down. Next to the other guys. One particularly edgy one kept muttering to himself and slightly rocking back and forward. Idiot. Didn't he realise that he made everyone nervous? Then the door opened and someone ran towards him. Harry jumped up, spilling the rest of his undrunk tea over himself. Must be an emergency. Something bad.

But no. This baboon Harry had never met flung himself at Harry.

"Sevenpoundsevenouncenineteenpointfiveinch. Thank you Harry Potter. You made it all possible."

Harry was slightly uncomfortable. He was sure that this man would kiss him any minute. And why would Harry be interested in those details?

"Congratulations," he muttered absently. "What is it?"

The man looked a little puzzled, then remembered. "It's a girl!"

Harry decided to go for a walk. Not too far away, but he had to do something. In front of the house were desperate-looking chaps, puffing away on cigarettes. They weren't talking. He didn't look like them. No, no. Not at all. 

He walked around the building once, then decided that it was time to check what the nurse had to say. It had been quite a while since he last asked. More than five minutes, surely. A lot of things can happen in five minutes.

She greeted him with a smile. "You may go in, Mr. Potter." Harry whirled so fast he lost his balance, fell, scrambled back up and ran towards the birthing room.