DISCLAIMER: I do not take credit for the characters or ideas of the Harry potter Trademark. I'm just a fan, and love thinking how the story could continue. I hope you like my ideas to!
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A gift passed on.
(C) Shannon Sorenson
Though the weather was gloomy his face glowed brilliantly as he looked at his wife, and swept a strand of hair out of her face. A doctor walked in and handed the new parents, their newly-born baby girl. The man's green eyes were never more pronounced, as he watched her reach for their baby... the doctor laid it in her arms gently. The two parent's looked at their new child.
"She's beautiful." Gasped the mother, kissing her daughter's forehead.
"She looks just like you." The man kissed his wife on the cheek gently, and rubbed his baby girl's chin with his index finger.
"Oh honey! I can't believe we brought her into this world."
The man smiled, and beamed even more as he watched his baby try to smile. His smile faded though, as the thing on the girl's forehead came more brilliant. The two new parent's ran their fingers over the scar, and thunder rolled in the distance. Rain poured on the hospital's roof. Lightning flashed, through the window. The scar becoming a likely hood.
This was the day the generation continued. The generation of potter's - the generation of great things to come. The scar, and it's legend lived again.
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A gift passed on.
(C) Shannon Sorenson
Though the weather was gloomy his face glowed brilliantly as he looked at his wife, and swept a strand of hair out of her face. A doctor walked in and handed the new parents, their newly-born baby girl. The man's green eyes were never more pronounced, as he watched her reach for their baby... the doctor laid it in her arms gently. The two parent's looked at their new child.
"She's beautiful." Gasped the mother, kissing her daughter's forehead.
"She looks just like you." The man kissed his wife on the cheek gently, and rubbed his baby girl's chin with his index finger.
"Oh honey! I can't believe we brought her into this world."
The man smiled, and beamed even more as he watched his baby try to smile. His smile faded though, as the thing on the girl's forehead came more brilliant. The two new parent's ran their fingers over the scar, and thunder rolled in the distance. Rain poured on the hospital's roof. Lightning flashed, through the window. The scar becoming a likely hood.
This was the day the generation continued. The generation of potter's - the generation of great things to come. The scar, and it's legend lived again.