USA: Lily Evans: South Carolina Baptist Hospital
"Y'all, it
means the world to me that you're here, I dunno if I could do
this
without y'all." I said from the uncomfortable hospital
bed.
"You honestly think we could leave you to deal with this yourself?
I'm
just glad we can help in some way." One of my best
friends, Alexander Bone,
said, patting my
34-week-pregnant-with-twins stomach. I smiled at him weakly.
"Alex is right Lils. What kinda friends do ya think we are?" My
other
best friend, Calissa Andrews, said from the other side of me
in a thick
southern drawl. I chuckled a little at her huffiness.
"Besides we have to spend as much time with you before you go
to…
England." Alex spat the last word as if it were something
dirty. My friends
could always make me laugh. "I still don't
understand why they let you finish the school year pregnant but won't
let you go back next year."
"Alex, it's only 'cause there is no where for the twins to
stay while
I'm at school. I could never leave them to my mom and
just remind her that
everyone thinks she's an awful mother. I am
so lucky I found that place in
England." I'd explained this a
thousand times, he just wanted a reason for
me not to go and we
both knew it.
"Yeah, we know: Porter House for Teenage Mothers and
Illegitimate
Children."
Calissa said. "They need a funner name."
"It's 'more fun' honey." She glared at me. "and I don't
really
care about the name. I'm just glad for the place."
"I wish you could live with one of us." Alex whined, as I
started feeling
terrible pains in my abdomen…
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One Month Later: USA: Alexander Bone: Charlotte International Airport
Calissa was crying on Lily's shoulder about not wanting her to go.
I wish I
could be doing that to, but considering I'm a guy, that
would be very
unmanly. So I contented myself by saying goodbye to
Lily's twins. I rocked
their car seats back and forth a few
times, then leaned over and kissed each
one on the forehead.
"Bye bye Roselynn, Bye bye DaisyJane." My three flowers were
leaving. I stood up to hug Lily a quick goodbye. She walked off with
a car seat in each
hand. A few steps away she turned around and
said: "Love you guys, I'll
write loads," then she started
smiling, "Now, listen, make sure you
don't fall in love with
each other and elope without telling me first."
She left us, both turning a deep shade of scarlet. Lily could
certainly make a
situation light. I'm going to miss that girl
like crazy.
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Great Britain: Remus Lupin: Porter House for Teenage Mothers and Illegitimate Children
I'm sitting looking at the bathroom
mirror fingering my new earring; it was
a fang dangling from my
right ear. A middle-aged woman walked up to the door,
and looked
in. She noticed my earring and gave it a disdainful look.
"Remus, do you really have to wear that?" She asked pleadingly.
"I
like it, Mimi. It makes me feel tough." I said, trying to make
her
laugh. She just rolled her eyes at me. Mimi and her husband
Daniel Porter ran
Porter House for Teenage mothers and
Illegitimate Children AKA Pht Mic
(pronounced Fit Mick.) I was
abandoned here when I was a baby so I was born and
raised a Pht
Mic Kid.
"Remus,
we have a new mother. Just flew in. She's your age; would you be
a
dear and go welcome her? She's the last room on the second
floor."
"I'd
love to Mimi." I said, trying to be overly nice to make up to
her
for my earring. I walked to the room Mimi indicated. Inside a
pale, thin,
redheaded girl was unpacking. She was singing "She
Loves You" by the
Beatles, to two baby infants lying on her bed.
I cleared my throat. She
turned around and stood up straight, a
surprised look on her face. She was
rather short..
"Remus
Lupin." I introduced myself, walking towards her and extending
my
hand, which she shook..
"Lily
Evans, and this is Roselynn and DaisyJane." She said indicating
to
the babies.
"Twins?" She nodded. "May I hold one?"
"Hold
Daisy, she's less picky. Careful though." I picked up the one
she
specified and started bouncing her gently.
"Don't
worry I know how to hold babies, I grew up here, and we're
always
getting new babies. So…" I searched my brain for a topic.
"Where
do you come from?"
"Columbia,
South Carolina, USA. Do you know where you come from?" I could
hear
the slight southern accent in her voice.
"Not a clue. Like I said, born and raised a Pht Mic Kid."
"Pht Mic?" She asked, going back to unpacking her things.
"Yeah
that's this place's nickname. You don't expect everyone to
go
around saying that name do you?" Lily laughed a little.
"I
was wondering. My friend, Cali, thinks it's a nutcase of a name.
The
nickname is… well… interesting." It was my turn to
laugh.
"Well
people aren't very creative. It's just the first letters of most
of
the words."
"Ah…
so… how old are you?" An interesting change to the subject,
but
who cares?
"14 years old. You?"
"13,
I'll be 14 in less than a month. My birthday is September first."
I
blinked in surprise. Sure Mimi had said she was my age but, I
thought she
meant an older 14. Imagine, a mother at 13.
"So…
you don't have to answer this if it's to personal, but, are
you
happy about Roselynn and DaisyJay?. That's their names
right?"
"DaisyJane,
and I don't mind answering. I love children so much. They are
my
soul. If you had to ask me what my best attribute was I would say
looking
after people, children. I've always acted a motherly
role; my friends used
to call me mama all the time. I love my
girls. I just didn't particularly
want children 'til I was
married." I nodded to show I understood.
"Well,
there's only one way to be sure that happens-" Lily cut me
off
with a laugh. But it was unlike her other laughs, it was a bit
condescending.
"Honey, you're preachin' to the choir." I gave her a confused look.
"I was raped, about a year
ago." She said it lightly, but it was easy to
tell it was a
difficult topic. I let out a soft 'oh' and she laughed
unhappily
again.
"I'm sorry."
"Nothing you coulda done sweetie." She said smiling kindly.
"I still have one question."
"What dear?"
"Do
you call everyone honey, dear, sweetie, or the like?" She
laughed
sweetly, her original laugh.
"Yup!
There's this saying: Every southern woman knows everyone's
first
name: Honey, Dear, Darlin', or Sweetie."
"Um…
alright then…" I thought it was weird but who am I to judge?
"So…
What school are you going to?" Mimi and Daniel take in magic
and
nonmagic kids so, you find out by asking what school: Hogwarts
for magic,
Spratton Hall for nonmagic.
"This place called Hogwarts." I grinned.
"So
you're a witch." I whispered, remembering the open door. She
looked
surprised, but still smiled.
"… and you're a wizard?" She whispered back.
"That would be correct."
"Then
you've been to Hogwarts before? I read they start at eleven like
most
wizarding schools. I only know what I've read but I'd
prefer first hand.
Tell me about it." She looked Intrigued. This girl is such a nerd; we'll
get along great.
"Well…"
SPECIAL THANKS TO MY EDITOR FOR THIS STORY: red-headed psychopaths wanted
Its not the best ending but I don't wanna have to describe Hogwarts b/c y'all already know it. Oh and YEAH! I can now use my southern accent/slang in a story. Well tell me what you think, and yeah it is a difficult subject but I've been having it float in my head awhile. At first, it was just gunna act as someones mother, then she had one kid, than I decided it would be more fun to have her have twins. So yeah. This is totally non-DH compliant.e
Hope you liked it,
Feel free to flame me,
Luve,
lilyre