[Chapter 1]
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To say the news of the great lord Titus Prince's daughter miraculous pregnancy was nothing short of outstanding was an understatement, it seemed for the past two months, all magical news outlets had been reporting of the sudden scandal of Eileen Snape. Articles on how the Hogwarts graduate was seen in the early stages of pregnancy and how her own father had cast her out of the house of Prince in a desperate means to save, as pregnancies out of wedlock was not unheard of in the wizarding world, they were certainly frowned upon and seen by those of noble status as a stain on their name. Eileen Prince was struck off the family leaving to reside within the small dingy residence of Knockturn ally where she found work within a small potions shop, she had been given the mercy of having a kind employer in Mr. Hudson, who allowed the young pregnant witch to stay atop his small shop and provided her with emotional support.
And on the eve of January 9th, 1960 the inevitable accrue and the discarded heiress of House Prince gave birth, and a small feeble boy with a stock of jet black hair soon rested in the arms of Eileen. A boy who shared so much with his father, a man that Eileen had all but forgotten till this point. But in a brief moment, she wonders if she should have returned to the small muggle town of Cokeworth and to the man she had met many moons ago, but the thoughts were cut short when she realized that returning would provide her with nothing. And while she may live in Knockturn ally and be a disowned member of an old pureblood house, she had her passion for potions to keep her straight.
"You caused a lot of trouble mister," She muttered down to the infant in her arms, her eyes drifting over his features. He shared a lot of his face with his father, Tobias if Eileen recalls correctly, but his dark pools were unmistakably a Prince trait.
"Eileen," The voice of Mr. Hudson broke Eileen's musing and she watched as the elderly wizard walks into the small bedroom that had once been used as a storage space for potions but what was now enchanted to be big enough to house Eileen and her child. Mr. Hudson slowly waddled towards Eileen, his grey eyes moved from the exhausted witch and towards the small buddle in her hands.
"Are you alright?" The elderly wizard asked with a concerned tone, his concern seemed more towards the baby that Eileen held in her arms more than Eileen herself.
"I'm fine," Eileen quickly answered, smiling at the elderly wizard. "And he's fine,"
"I see," Mr. Hudson retorted, his small frame coming to a stop at the foot of the bed that Eileen lay, he watched the mother and child before pulling out his wand. Eileen did not hesitate, allowing the elderly wizard to run his wand in a means of examining the infant's health. Several minutes passed and the aura around the infant slowly faded and Mr. Hudson placed his wand back into his duty old robe before nodding.
"He is indeed fine," He confirmed before meeting Eileen's eye. "Have…have you thought of naming him yet,"
Eileen frowned, it had accrued to her early on in her pregnancy that she would have to name the infant that lay within her, placing an identity to the baby that had caused so much strife for her was not something that came easy. In her head she ran through several names, Robert would have been a good name and perfect means in honoring the old wizard that stood with her, but she was hesitant.
"I…don't know," She answered and Mr. Hudson responded with a half-smile.
"If I could make a suggestion," He said softly. "I think the boy deserves a name that compliments his status, he is a Prince regardless of what your father or other pureblood state and should be given a strong name to match it."
Eileen nodded peering down once again at the infant, their black eyes meeting and her heart jumping in her chest. This child would not live the life she had, he would not be accepted by the family that had loved her at one point and he would be shunned for simply being born out of wedlock, but those were all barriers he would face later, right now he was a nameless infant who knew nothing of his blood and status.
"S…Severus was the name of my grandfather, he was kind to me no matter what I did." Eileen began, her eyes not leaving the infant. "I had always planned to one day honor his memory,"
"Severus would be a fine name, dear." Mr. Hudson replied, a smile upon his lips and a twinkle in his eyes, he slowly turned and began to waddle back out, choosing to give the mother some time alone with her son. But as he reached the door he turned slightly and muttered. "Severus Prince, the prince of Knockturn ally. It has a fine ring to it,"