Hiya! My dear readers.
I have no life.
And so, this is what I am doing, writing fanfiction until I'm tired. Whoop.
So… this starts long before Hogwarts for the Marauders. Back when James was two.
I do not own Harry Potter or anything you may recognize.
James and his dad were walking down the hall of the hospital.
"Daddy? Why is Mommy in St. Mungo's?" James asks.
"Mommy's had a baby. Remember? You're going to have a little sister," Grant says. (A/N: his name was going to be John and her name Mary, but I watch Supernatural so…)
"What's her name, Daddy?"
"Ryan Harriet Potter."
"That's pretty, Daddy."
"I know, James."
They walk into Mary's room.
"Mommy!" James yells, jumping on her bed.
"Quiet, James. Ryan's sleeping. Do you want to hold her?" Mary asks.
"Yeah, Mommy, yeah!" James exclaims, bouncing on her bed, happily.
"Okay, sit still," Grant orders.
Mary picks Ryan up and puts her in James's arms.
"She's pretty."
Ryan did look anything like the other Potters. She didn't have hair, yet, but her eyes were a dull blue. Grant and James have hazel eyes. Mary had green eyes and black hair. James had his mother's hair and Grant had brown hair.
Ryan smiles a little bit up at her older brother.
"Hi," he mumbles.
The chapter is really short. I'm sorry. Hopefully, the next one is longer.
I'll try to update tonight.
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