Dudley Dursley has been married for four years. He found out seven and a half months ago that Racheal was going to have their fist child. He found out two minutes ago that he was a father to a beautiful baby girl.
"Mr.Dursley?" Dudley came back into reality. "A girl." He mumbled under his breath. "A baby girl." He smiled broadly and turned to Racheal. "I love you." He said leaning down for a kiss.
"Mr.Dursley?" The nurse said for the second time. Dudley turned towards her.Yes? is what he ment to say but all that came out was, "bash a-buhclop." The nuse laughed.
"Would you like to cut the abilicole cord?" She finally asked holding a small pink thing (which in his oppion made alot of noise) out in front of him. Dudley nodded. The nusre hadn't him a pair of scissors. He took the pair of scissors and put them at the edge of the infants stomach. He couldn't bring himself to cut the child. The new family member.
"It's all right it won't hurt her." Dudley nodded and put the scissor blades around the long pink cord again. He closed his eyes and quickly cut the cord. The baby that before was making popping noises stopped and stared and Dudley. Then she smiled. "Sh-she smiled at me!" Dudley said putting a hand in his wifes foot.
"I'm sorry Mr.Dursley but she isn't strong enough to control her muscles, not yet anyways." The doctor said walking back in the room. The nurse took the baby agan. She carried her over to a table. To the left of the table was a cabinet. She pulled the cabinet open. It was full with white blankets and pink hats on one side and blue on the other.
"Dudley come here." His wife said holding her hand out. Dudley had almost forgotten about her. He quickly walked to her side and put a hand on her shoulder.
"She's beautiful." Is all he could make out. The rest was cut off the sound of the crying baby. Dudley smiled and kissed Racheal.
The nurse came back about one minute later holding the infant which was now wrapped up. "Do you have a name yet?" The docter asked. She was writing on some papers and observing the nures work.
"Yes." Racheal said. "Her name is Sahaira. spelt, S-A-H-A-I-R-A." Dudley said still not taking an eye off his daughter. "Like the Sahaira desert?" The doctor said while passing a form to Dudley. "Yes thats were she was cincived." Dudley said not thinking. He looked up at the docter. She stared at him with awkward eyes.
"Sorry." He mummbled to his wife as he leaned down and tokk the child from her and handed her the form. which she signed with a shakey hand.
The reason I'm telling you this is because I thought it would be better to start from the well, start. For this is a story of a very talented little girl named Sahaira Dursley and her bestfriend Emma Potter. She did not know that Emma was realated to her in anyway. Or not until.. well I'll get to that later. But I think now is the time to tell you about how Sahaira grew up.
It was late August and Sahaira could smell the turkey in the oven. Three cars had just pulled up in the front. Sahaira did not know who was in them.
She was hanging on the window sill for support. She still had trouble standing. The doorbell rang. This scared Sahaira and she let go of the sill. She fell backwards towards the corner of the coffee table. She was going to hit her small delicate head. But that very Thanksgiving was the first of the weird things that started the life of young Sahaira Dursley, who at the moment was only eight-teen months old.
Sahaira had started to cry the second she let go of the sill. Her parents were already coming around the corner when they saw her falling. Dudley tried to hurry catch her but there was no need. Sahaira 'some how' hovered and landed softly on the blanket beside the table. Dudley had swore that he kept her blanket in her crib and was broken minded by the mystory. Him and Racheal finally came to the conclusion that Sahaira had some how taken it out and some how rolled in the air so she would land on it.
These some how's continued through out Sahaira's life. But Dudley came to the conclusion that he never wanted to come to the day Harry his son had turned six when 'some how' he ended up finding his presents nad opening them when they were on the top shelf in the closet. The reason this was suspisius was because Sahaira had been tryig to get them down for days and got so mad that she said that she would get them down and give them to Harry too.
The conclusion Dudley had come to was that Sahaira was a (oh how I hate to say it) a witch. Dudley dreaded the day that Saihaira turned ten knowing that he only had a year until the letter came.