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Lost Lullaby by LilyFire
Chapter 1 : 1: Life and Death
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He was being shaken. "Teddy, it's time," she whispered to him. The words resounded in his head as his thoughts started swirling. His baby was coming. Nine months he and Victoire had waited, and now, here it was. A little bundle of joy.

He ran around trying to make sure they had everything, when he heard her speak again. "Teddy, the bag is already by the door, remember." He stopped and looked at her with a relieved smile. Her strawberry blonde hair never seemed to be out of place, even if she did look strained standing there. She giggled at the sight of him, in his boxers and socks.

"Right. Okay. To the car, then." He wrapped his arm around her and walked out with her, stopping to grab the bag on the way out, throwing it into the backseat of the car. They were half way to St. Mungo's when he spoke again. "How long had you been awake?" he asked, glancing over at her.

She shrugged. "Never really went to sleep."

He was glad they lived so close to the hospital. Apparation while pregnant was dangerous, so they had bought a small car. It didn’t take long to make it to the proper place. He rushed her in as carefully as he could, cutting the small line and going straight to the help witch.

"My wife is about to have her baby," he exclaimed. The witch gave him a bored look and waved her wand. Seconds later, there were medi-witches and wizards around, getting her situated while he went with them, holding her hand.

There was a small flurry of activity as Victoire was settled into a room before they were left with two medi-witches and a Healer. "The baby should be here shortly," the Healer said. Teddy watched them doing different things, though he didn’t understand what any of it was.. He looked over at his wife and she smiled.

"Don't be afraid, Teddy. Everything is going to be fine. You'll see." She reached over placed her hand on his face. "I should be the terrified one, but I'm not. No reason to turn white on me." She winked at him. He ran his hand through his hair. He scrunched his face up, concentrating, and his hair turned back to it's normal brown.

"There now, much better. Oh, I do hope he gets your abilities."

Victoire didn’t talk much, leaving Teddy to his thoughts. He thought of how wonderful it would be once their child was there. They would be a proper family. Teddy would teach him how to fly on a broom and all the rules of Quidditch. He would be an amazing boy, Teddy knew it. They would be an amazing family. After a while, Victoire had changed from excited and cheerful to constantly asking the Healer if it was time. It seemed the Healer’s definition of shortly and hers was different.

Finally, it was time. The Healer and a medi-wizard came in, talking Victoire through it. Teddy kept hold of Victoire's hand, even though it felt like she was breaking it at times. Victoire gave a strange sounding grunt and suddenly Teddy was being ushered out of the room.

He paced for what seemed like years in the waiting room, thought it was really a much shorter time. Finally, the Healer came out. "Sir, it's a boy," he said. He wasn't smiling, though, and Teddy shook his head.

"No," he whispered. He started to walk past the Healer, but the other man grabbed his arm. "Sir, there was nothing—"

"NO!" Teddy shouted, jerking his arm out of the Healers grip and running to the room. He knocked one of medi-witches down, but wasn't bothered to even look. The sheet was pulled up, and there were more medi-witches around, but they didn't try to stop him.

He slowed as he neared the bed, his hand trembling as he reached out and pulled the sheet back.

Her eyes were closed. Her hair was still matted to her forehead. He moved it, fixing it how she liked. He continued stroking it, eventually balling some of it into his fist as sobs racked his body. No one said anything to him or touched him or asked him to leave. No one stopped him as he wrapped his other arm around her and placed his forehead against hers. They all pretended to not hear his whispered pleadings and pledges of love.

When he finally stood up, no one looked at him.

"The Healer said I have a son," he managed to whisper, his gruff voice nearly gone.

A medi-wizard lead him to a room filled with other baby's, and handed him the small babe. Despite everything, the smallest smile graced his lips.

"It's just you and me now, bud. But we're going to pull through, aren't we?"

He squeezed his eyes as they filled again with tears, and the medi-wizard had him sit.

The medi-wizard cleared his throat. "I don't know if you had a named picked out, or if you would like to wait…"

"She…she wanted to name him Christian. Christian Devon Lupin."

A/N: Thank you for reading this! It won't always be this sad, I promise. Leave me a review and let me know what you think!

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