Authors Note:
Hey all, I wanted to write a story about James' Parents but the story kind of went further back...way back. This story is about the first Potter baby and the Tradition that follows.
Please give me a review with your thoughts and any other Potter Tradition's you think exist!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and the affiliated characters, that honor belongs to J.K. Rowling. I am merely playing in her sandbox and using her toys that she so generously allowed us to play with. Rated K+ to be safe and for mention of disappointment within a marriage.
From the start of their marriage Mr. and Mrs. Potter know they wanted a family. Anniversary came and went but no family was to be had. Shortly after their tenth anniversary they gave up their long held dream, resigning to the fact that their infinite love was to be between the two of them. Year after year the two put a brave smile on for the other but there was only so much they could comfort one another. Soon enough "good nights" were barely whispered and seperate doors were shut, neither wanting the other to know of the tear stained pillows. Seperate doors opened upon the sunrise, good morning smiles exchanged on brave faces. This went on for several years.
On the Eve of their twenty-third anniversary Mr. Potter came home to an unfamiliar sight and long forgotten sounds, the smile of his wife and her peals of laughter. Shocked, he stood there watching his wife laugh and dance with a bewildered house elf. Mrs. Potter looked up when she heard Christmas Carolers, for their anniversary fell on Christmas Eve, and became startled to see her husband standing motionless. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights with his eyes so wide from watching the long forgotten happiness radiate from her. She widened her eyes, herself looking like a deer caught in the headlights, before taking a small step towards him as her widened eyes lost their shock and found happiness. She started to run to him.
Seeing the Lady of the house take a step towards him Mr. Potter blinked and cocked his head to the side, silently asking his wife what was going on. Mrs. Potter broke out into a grain so big and bright one might confuse it for the sun. She stated to walk towards him, almost in a run. Instinctively knowing she was going to jump at him, he barely got his arms up in time to catch her as she threw herself at him, kissing him with all the passion she could muster. Caught off guard Mr. Potter did not return the kiss immediately as the two of them had let the passion sizzle out over the years. A moment after the surprise and pleasantry had made it's way through his mind he returned the kiss, crushing her body even tighter against his.
With the passion sated Mrs. Potter tilted her head back so she could see her husbands face, her twinkling hazel eyes meeting his glowing chocolate eyes, she smiled lovingly. What felt like an eternity, she slowly lifted herself towards his ear to whisper six words that would turn the ordinary into the extraordinary, "you're going to be a father".
It was from this fated Christmas Eve that a Potter tradition was born. For Potter love is strongest at christmas time and must be shared with the beginning of new life.