Hello. This is my first time posting on this site, so I am kinda nervous. This is just a one-shot, unless there are reviewers who want me to continue. Just something that could have happened in a twisted reality.
The maternity ward at St. Mungo's was busy that night. Albus Dumbledore sat in the waiting room with two men, both of them members of the Order of the Phoenix, both of them having children being born tonight.
Two nurses came in. One called for Mr. Longbottom to come and see his son. The other called for Mr. Potter to come and see his twins, both boys
Both of them rushed out. Albus Dumbledore, however, had other plans. He couldn't allow his carefully thought-out plans go to waste. The Potters could only have one child; Lilly could only give her life for one child, the child of the 'Prophecy' that Trelawney had and he would use to further his control on the wizarding world. The other child would have to go. After all, there could be no confusion what child was marked by the Dark Lord.
Albus got up and walked down the hall. He stood at the window of the nursery, and looked at all of the babies. The Potter twins near the front, side by side. He looked at the boys with displeasure, wondering how to get rid of one of them. One was a cute little thing, with James' hazel eyes and his mother's flaming red hair. The other had his father's black hair and mother's green eyes.
He heard two nurses pass behind him, pushing a small cart with a tiny bundle on it. "So sad, isn't it Shelly? Poor Mrs. Weasley refused to believe her son was dead, after almost two months of him fighting for his life after being born premature, and her husband was right there with her. Denial, both of them."
Albus was seized upon with an evil idea. Pulling out his wand, he performed some quick spell work that convinced the nurses that the little bundle they were pushed to the morgue was one of the Potter's twin sons, who died from complications. The tag on the crib of the red headed twin now read Ronald Weasley. He went himself and gave the happy news to the Weasley's, that there had been a mistake and their son wasn't dead at all. He also gave the sad news to the Potter's that one of their sons didn't make it.
He might have felt a slight twinge of guilt at the deception, especially when faced with Lily's tears and James's heartbroken but stoic face, but reminded himself that it was all for the greater good. His own greater good.
