The first thing that Mr. and Mrs. Morris noticed upon opening their front door was not that the night air was cold for that time of year. Mrs. Morris shivered a moment later, but her attention remained firmly on the object resting on the floor of the porch. "Hello?" Mr. Morris called. He swept his gaze from side to side. "Who's there?" he shouted. Nobody answered.
"Honey? Should we...should we call the police?" Looking back at his wife, Mr. Morris could not come up with an answer. He took one last glance around at the dark shapes that made up his neighborhood at night, and then he scooped up the bundle, stepped inside with his wife, and closed the door.
Mr. Morris phoned up the authorities, and from the next room over, Mrs. Morris could hear his side of their quick, choppy conversation. She rubbed her temples and looked back at the bundle her husband had taken from the porch. Two eyes gazed back at her, large and violet. The baby squirmed, kicking hard, and a paper dislodged itself from the bundle. Mrs. Morris picked it up. "Ben?" she looked over her shoulder, seeing that her husband was finished with his call. She held up the paper with a shaking hand and he took it, turning as colorless as his wife had when she had read it the moment before.
"I barely even knew my sister," he murmured. He looked over the baby, searching for some resemblance, any resemblance. He gave a tired sigh. "I guess we'll have to sort all of this out," he reasoned.
Mrs. Morris didn't immediately follow her husband. Her eyes were still fixed upon the infant, her supposed niece and the possible new addition to her family. "Maria Susanna Morris," she quietly mused. The baby kicked softly, seeming to agree with the idea. And in spite of the fact that she knew that she was going to be spending the rest of the night sorting through records and looking through paperwork with the local authorities, Miriam Morris smiled.
This is how I'm spending the day after Christmas. I have no idea why, or if I'm doing any of this correctly. This girl is probably half vampire and good at everything. Peace, y'all. Anyway, here is the disclaimer as always: I don't own Harry Potter. I just wrote this fan story.