My Baby
Authors Note- I hope you all like it. For the record, this takes place during a summer vacation, in England, the Muggle part of it.
Walking throughout the ground floor of the beach house, making sure every light had been switched off. It was pitch black by the time Harry got to the front door for the porch lights, the doorbell rang. It was almost two in the morning, there wasn't anyone who'd be there. He checked through the peephole, nothing, same when the door was opened. About to close it, the smallest cry distracted by his feet. A bassinet, a wicker bassinet on the other side of the doorframe.
Stunned, he bent down next to it, approaching it as thought it were a dead body. Slowly moving the cover back, a tiny baby face was revealed, sleeping.
" Oh my god" he gasped, then turned towards the house, " Ron, Hermione! Get down here, hurry!".
He could only stare at the small child, footsteps came crashing behind him. Ron and Hermione appeared on either side in their sleep wear.
" What's that?" Ron asked.
There was a second or two before Hermione sarcastically snapped back, " what does it look like?".
" There was nobody here" Harry whispered.
" I think we should get it inside, it's rather cold tonight".
Hermione and Harry each carried a handle of the bassinet, slowly following Ron into the kitchen. He cleared off the counter as they placed it there.
" What kind of Muggle world is this where they leave babies on a strangers front porch?".
Hermione gave him a shut-up-before-I-make-you-sleep-on-the-front- porch-yourself glare. As Harry checked the baby over, she snatched a folded piece of paper wedged between the blankets. Tiny hands, little feet, the baby was so soundly sleeping, it's like it didn't care what was going on.
" It's a birth certificate" she announced, " baby girl".
She gained their attention. As she continued, her eyes grew wider, her jaw slowly falling. She glanced between Harry and the paper. " What?" he asked, " who is she?".
" Uh, well, um, if this is correct..".
" Just bloody say it!" Ron demanded, protesting against her stuttering.
" Harry, she's yours".
Another Authors Note- I know I can have a lot of fun writing this, but of course, I have to start small. Just this chapter of course!
Authors Note- I hope you all like it. For the record, this takes place during a summer vacation, in England, the Muggle part of it.
Walking throughout the ground floor of the beach house, making sure every light had been switched off. It was pitch black by the time Harry got to the front door for the porch lights, the doorbell rang. It was almost two in the morning, there wasn't anyone who'd be there. He checked through the peephole, nothing, same when the door was opened. About to close it, the smallest cry distracted by his feet. A bassinet, a wicker bassinet on the other side of the doorframe.
Stunned, he bent down next to it, approaching it as thought it were a dead body. Slowly moving the cover back, a tiny baby face was revealed, sleeping.
" Oh my god" he gasped, then turned towards the house, " Ron, Hermione! Get down here, hurry!".
He could only stare at the small child, footsteps came crashing behind him. Ron and Hermione appeared on either side in their sleep wear.
" What's that?" Ron asked.
There was a second or two before Hermione sarcastically snapped back, " what does it look like?".
" There was nobody here" Harry whispered.
" I think we should get it inside, it's rather cold tonight".
Hermione and Harry each carried a handle of the bassinet, slowly following Ron into the kitchen. He cleared off the counter as they placed it there.
" What kind of Muggle world is this where they leave babies on a strangers front porch?".
Hermione gave him a shut-up-before-I-make-you-sleep-on-the-front- porch-yourself glare. As Harry checked the baby over, she snatched a folded piece of paper wedged between the blankets. Tiny hands, little feet, the baby was so soundly sleeping, it's like it didn't care what was going on.
" It's a birth certificate" she announced, " baby girl".
She gained their attention. As she continued, her eyes grew wider, her jaw slowly falling. She glanced between Harry and the paper. " What?" he asked, " who is she?".
" Uh, well, um, if this is correct..".
" Just bloody say it!" Ron demanded, protesting against her stuttering.
" Harry, she's yours".
Another Authors Note- I know I can have a lot of fun writing this, but of course, I have to start small. Just this chapter of course!