Harry was ushered to a smaller room off to the side of the doors to Hermione's room and it was quickly explained to him that the spells and potions that had been stopping the leaking in Hermione's amniotic sac, and stopping the cramping and contractions had stopped working and there was nothing else to be done to stop the labor.
It was also explained to him that Hermione had received several extra vials of the potion to speed the growth of the children's vital organs, and they should be able to live after birth, even if they had to be hospitalized for a few weeks.
He was given a set of sterile scrubs and some little booties to go over his shoes, and led into the room where Hermione lay back on the bed with her legs in the stirrups at the foot of the bed, and a healer was between her legs, checking her dilation.
"She's almost fully dilated," he said to one of the medi-witches near him. "You're almost ready to push that first baby out, Miss Granger," he told her.
Harry walked to the head of the bed and took Hermione's hand. Her grip tightened almost immediately as another contraction ripped through her abdomen and she screamed through the pain.
As the pain momentarily subsided, she managed to pant out "Get my parents. I need them here as soon as possible."
Harry rushed to the door and looked out in the hall. Albus Dumbledore, just the man he was hoping to see, was sitting beside Professor Snape, and Harry called out. "Professor Dumbledore? Get Hermione's parents, will you? And my dads? Where are they?"
When the old man nodded and waved Harry away, he rushed back to the beside to take his fiancé's hand, while she gave birth to his children.
Harry was in awe, watching and wiping her brow as Hermione panted, cried and screamed her way through a dozen more contractions before the doctor finally told her that it was time to push.
"Come on Hermione, with the next contraction, I want you to hold your breath, bear down and push as hard as you can while your boyfriend here counts to ten."
"Fiancé," Hermone corrected. "We're getting married in two weeks."
The healer smiled. "Alright, fiance then. Your fiancé is going to count to ten, then I want you to take a big deep breath and start pushing again. We're going to get these babies out of you and make the pain stop, ok?"
Hermione nodded and took a deep breath to begin pushing as the next contraction shook her body.
"One...two...three..." Harry counted,
When he reached ten, Hermione let out a big whoosh of air and quickly sucked one back in again and began pushing with all her strength.
"You're doing really well Hermione." The healer encouraged, "Keep pushing just like that and we'll have the head out in just a couple more pushes.
With each contraction, Hermione pushed with all her might. It was only two contractions later that the healer shouted "I see the head," and Harry stepped back, not letting go of Hermione's hand, to see the head of his first born child emerging from it's mother.
He got a little light headed as he watched the doctor help his tiny baby's shoulder come on through, and as soon as Hermione gave one more small push and the rest of the body came out, and Harry saw that his son was the first born, and heard that first beautiful cry, he went right back to Hermione's head. "He's beautiful. Oh he's so beautiful. You did so well." He told her, kissing her all over her face.
"Mr. Black, would you like to cut your son's umbilical cord?" The healer who had taken their son from the delivering healer, asked Harry.
Placing one more kiss on Hermione's forehead, he let go of her hand and rushed to the little table where his son was laying, tiny, but absolutely perfect. The healer showed him just where to cut, and he used the small, awkward scissors to cut the cord and watched as the healer checked his son over again before handing him to a medi-witch to clean up and take him to the NICU for a full evaluation.
Hermione's cry brought his attention back to her, and he rushed to her side as the delivering healer prepared to help Hermione give birth to their daughter. "Our little man is so perfect. You did wonderfully, and I know you can do it one more time, for our little girl." Harry encouraged.
Hermione gripped Harry's hand once again, exhaustion obvious on her face, and began to push.
After fifteen minutes of hard pushing, the baby's head still wasn't emerging. The healer instructed Hermione to stop pushing, and pulled out his wand.
He preformed the same spell that the healer who had done her ultrasound did, and the image began to appear above her abdomen. This time only one baby appeared, looking perfectly healthy, but the position she was in was the problem.
"Miss Granger, your baby has shifted and is in what we call the Frank Breech position. Her buttocks are against your cervix and her feet are up by her head. It's a very painful position to give birth to a child in, but it can be done. However, considering that you've just given birth to another child, and you are fairly exhausted, combined with the fact that your daughter is almost ten weeks early, and about eight ounces smaller than your son, I would suggest that we put you to sleep immediately and do a cesarean section, where we cut your abdomen open and remove the baby."
Hermione consented to the cesarean and Harry was ushered to the other side of the room while Hermione's position was slightly altered and she was giving a heavy sleeping potion and a pain blocker.
Once Hermione was asleep, the healer used his wand to make a precise cut into Hermione's abdomen and into her uterus, and carefully pulled Harry's daughter out, head first.
She looked so tiny and fragile, and to Harry's alarm, wasn't crying. "What's wrong with my daughter?" He cried out.
The delivery healer was healing Hermione's uterus and abdomen, while the other two healers and a team of medi-witches and wizards took care of his daughter. No one was paying attention to him, or answering, so Harry stood frozen in the corner, panicked.
A few minutes later, the delivery healer finished healing Hermione and realized that Harry hadn't been answered, and motioned him over.
From where Harry was now standing, he could see the team had put a tube in his daughter's mouth. "That tube is helping her to breathe. Her lungs are not fully developed and she wasn't breathing on her own. She didn't respond to the potions as well as her brother did. She's ok though. Her heart is beating perfectly on it's own, and she was without oxygen for less than 30 seconds. The NICU healers will do a scan on her brain when she's in the NICU, and we'll give her potions to finish growing her lungs, and we'll put her in the crib with her brother. Everything should be fine within a couple of hours. If we're lucky, she'll just stay a few days for observation and tests, and be ready to go home when her brother does."
Harry nodded, trying to process all the information he was being given, and the healer continued talking, explaining all the things he would see when he was taken down to the NICU and what he could and couldn't touch, as well as who he could ask for help if he didn't understand something.
One of the medi-wizards picked his daughter up and placed her blanket wrapped form into a little bed with wheels, and the entire team rushed out of the room with her, and the delivery healer urged Harry to follow, promising to make sure that someone was with Hermione when she woke.
Harry rushed out the door of the delivery room to follow his daughter, and to find his son.