The birth of Harry Potter was a very interesting event.
Not because of any amazing magical feat he managed to perform. How could he? He wasn't even a day old.
Not because Death Eaters attacked St. Mungo's. They didn't. They may have been desperate to please their Master, but they weren't that stupid.
Not because a menagerie of famous wizards turned up to see the baby boy. Lily and James Potter did know many famous Aurors, but they were all out fighting and planning attacks against Voldemort.
It was because a rather old witch, three floors down from the maternity ward, almost had two heart attacks in one day.
The first one was brought on by shock. You see the witch, whose name was Charlotte Wilkinson, had come in to have her left foot looked at. One of her plants had been infected by a sort of fungus that made parts of it swell up to almost five times the regular size. Now while this might be considered good to a person whose plants had never been infected by this fungus, this was actually a bad thing.
The swelled areas sucked all the sap away from the other areas of the plant, leaving the areas that weren't infected shrivelled and dead looking. And while Charlotte Wilkinson had been extracting a sample of the fungus so she could find out how to get rid of it, a small piece fell into her Wellington boot.
Now her left foot was already starting to swell and she needed to see a healer quickly.
She was sitting in the waiting room, minding her own business and reading a magazine, when a young man with glasses, crumpled robes and black hair that stuck up all over the place came charging in. Charlotte jumped in her seat and shied away from the man who had started screaming and jumping up and down madly.
"I'M A FATHER!! I'M A FATHER!! I AM A FATHER!!" he shouted. Then, still yelling, he charged out of the room.
Charlotte took some deep breaths and tried to calm her heart rate. She was glad he late husband hadn't reacted like that when she had given birth. She wouldn't have been able to take it.
The second almost heart attack was also brought on by shock and happened about half an hour after the first one.
Charlotte had just finished seeing the healer and her left foot was completely back to normal. She was just leaving when another young man, also in crumpled robes and with black hair that almost reached his shoulders came barrelling into the room.
Charlotte pressed back against the wall and clutched her large handbag close as the madman cheered and waved his arms wildly.
"I'M A GODFATHER! WAHOO! I'M A GODFATHER!!" He then sprinted out of the room, continuing his jubilant chant.
Charlotte decided she should probably have her heart checked out and pick up some medicine for her nerves while she was here.
