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Three years ago, James Potter married Lily Evans. Two years ago, they had a son, Harry James Potter. One year ago, one of James' best friends, Remus Lupin, married Phoebe Grayson. Only half a year ago, James and Lily Potter were murdered by an evil Dark Lord, Voldemort. And this is where our story begins.
Remus and Phoebe lived in a small red house in the country. They had a lot of land, and no neighbors nearby. Phoebe didn't work; she and Remus were in the process of adopting. Remus worked for the ministry. Remus pulled the key out of the door and opened it up.
"I'm home!" he shouted. Remus paused, waiting to hear some sort of answer from his wife. Hearing nothing, he walked into the kitchen. Sitting around the kitchen table, was His wife, Phoebe, the headmaster at Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, and a few wizards in Auror robes who he didn't know. Pausing in the doorway, he glanced over the people in the room. He was getting mixed reactions from them. His wife had an almost sad smile on her face, Albus's face was emotionless, except his eyes were twinkling, and the Aurors all had grim looks on their faces. One of them began to speak.
"There has been a Death Eater attack about an hour away from here; quite a few muggles were killed. One little girl, a bit over two years old, was orphaned. Normally, we would put her in a muggle Orphanage, but as soon as we got there, she started making things fly and other sorts of accidental magic. Dumbledore said that you were looking to adopt. Now I am sure the girl is a bit older that what you would want but-"
Remus cut him off, and glanced at him wife. She nodded her head, with a smile on her face. Remus spoke.
"We'll take her."
The Aurors pulled out forms and all sorts of paperwork for them to fill out.
"It says here her name is Hermione Jane." Phoebe read out loud. "I love her first name, but I think she needs a different middle name."
"How about Marie; that was my mom's name." Remus handed her a pen.
"I like it, it fits" Phoebe rewrote their soon-to-be daughters name on the sheet.
An hour later, they had filled out all the paper work and the Dumbledore and the Aurors left, promising to bring little Hermione by early the next morning. Remus glanced at his wife, and she was obviously thinking the same thing.
"We need to shop." She said firmly, grabbing Remus by the arm and pulling him to the floo.
Arriving in Diagon Alley seconds later, Phoebe was off. She had a firm grip and was pulling Remus into every other shop. The first shop she saw was a baby clothes store, called Little Witches. Inside, all the clothes were categorized by color; there was a pink wall, a purple wall, a light blue wall, and a yellow wall. Phoebe walked right over to the pink wall.
"Get a basket, Remus!" she was a little to over enthusiastic over shopping.
"Pink? Why pink?" he grumbled to himself.
"Join the club. It's like women go crazy when they step into this place. They keep saying how cute and adorable everything is. I would run for cover while you still have the chance; the worst in when they want to keep coming back!" A red haired man patted him on the back and said "My name's Arthur, that's my wife over there, and my one year old daughter, Ginny."
"I'm Remus, my wife is over there in the pink section, and we're adopting a two-year-old girl tomorrow."
Remus introduced himself, just as Phoebe waved him over.
"I got to go, but good luck! He left Arthur laughing and agreeing.
"Look!" Phoebe handed him a pile of clothes. "Everything here is so adorable!"
While he was away, Phoebe had found a little pink corduroy dress with a line of purple and yellow flowers lining the collar and hem, a pair of little blue jeans with hearts on the sides, one little pink shirt with a big heart on it, a striped pink and white shirt, another dress, this one long sleeves and white polka dots on it. It also had a pair of white tights that went with it. Completing the pile was a set of light pink dress robes, and two sets of regular black robes with pink hems. In her hand, she had a pink headband, and a pack of pink bows. They traveled around the room, adding more and more stuff to the pile.
"Finally," Remus shouted, as they paid for the clothes. "We're done!" Phoebe just laughed and pointed across the street. There was another store just for little kids, this one with furniture and toys. By the end of the night, they had bought a light pink and purple nursery set, complete with a toddler bed, and four bags full of toys, including an entire doll house and a shooting star 98, child's toy broomstick. She also had her very own toy box with her name engraved on it. She sure was going to be one spoiled child. It was probably a good thing Remus's parents had left their entire fortune to their only son.
Remus and Phoebe woke up the next morning, bright and early. After a quick breakfast of coffee and toast, Remus began to pace in front of the door. Phoebe sat in a chair close by and watched for a sing of movement out side the door. Then they waited, waited, and waited some more. At nine thirty, they heard a knock at the door. When they opened the door, a wizard stood there, holding the hand of an adorable two year old girl. She had on some plain black robes, her hair was up in pigtails, and she looked up at them with lovable brown eyes. She had her thumb in her mouth, and she watched them with a lost expression on her face. Seeing the smiles on her new parents' faces, she started to walk forward. The Auror spoke
"Here you are, your daughter, Hermione Marie Lupin."
Remus reached down and held open his arms.
Hermione toddled forward and commanded "Up!" Remus happily obliged.