Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Yea! A sequel!
Lily Potter held her baby boy Harry close. She had given birth about six months ago. Birth. It was excruciating. But not nearly as excruciating as the pain she felt when James held 'his' son. Oh, if only James had seen the dirty blonde hair Harry had been born with. If he had known who Harry's real father was he'd probably kill Peter for fathering the child and everyone else for keeping this from him. Lily held Harry closer and half loved him because he was her son and half hated him for not being James'.
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Peter Pettigrew could not sleep. He really truly couldn't. With all that had happened it was amazing that he could still function with all the goings on. Lily gave birth. James was ecstatic and so were the rest of the Marauders. Them for a totally different reason. Remus was actually crying when he saw Harry. He was the spitting image of James in every way shape and form. It was eerie.
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He almost caught himself believing Lily's lie until a healer pulled him aside and handed him a tiny pink bundle. Now it's common knowledge that newborns are tiny but not this tiny...
"Are you Peter Pettigrew?"
"Yes." Said Peter for lack of anything else. Exactly what does one say in a situation where it looks like the woman you impregnated had twins and is giving one up? Peter wasn't slow per say but he did need some help in the logic department. He was smart enough to know a bad situation when he saw one.
"Lily put you in custody of this." Said the healer as she handed him the bundle which was now struggling to get free.
"What's her name?" said Peter softly as he looked down at the baby girl. Her dull blue eyes starred up at him with a quiet curiosity. She was every bit Peter's daughter. The dirty blonde hair, dull blue eyes, and most importantly her size.
"The uh boy crammed her at the back of the womb. She's lucky that she survived. Her name is Lotus."
"Lotus huh." Said Peter as he saw the look of disgust that crossed Lotus' face. "You look more like a Portia too me."
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