A/N: Yes, my brain works in overdrive. This is what happens when Henria gets writer's block. It's because her brain says I have another plot for you. Not even sure where this one takes me, but I did have a clear picture of something before I started writing. This isn't how I pictured this particular plot going, but we will see down this road called the unknown.

Now! On to the story! Please let me know if it is crap. I would very much like an opinion on this one. I haven't even shared this story with my husband. Normally I get a comment or two before I post a story from him. But he isn't here to supervise me! So, here you go! You are the first ones to read this!

Happy reading!

Henny, that lucky Penny!

February 1980

"Come, Sybill." Minerva McGonagall whispered to the dirty blonde young woman. The woman started and held the bundle closer to her chest.

"Minerva, I c-can't do this!" the younger woman, Sybill Trelawney, whimpered. Her pulse was racing and her breathing was labored. Her distress was transferring to the swathed infant in her arms. The tiny body began to stir.

"You need to calm down." the older woman tried to soothed, "That child cannot stay in the castle with you. These are dangerous times, Sybill. Too dangerous for an infant!"

"I could run away with her. She and I could stay together!" Sybill insisted. Minerva's lips pursed and her nostrils flared. The dirty blonde shrunk away from her former professor turned coworker, "You are right, Minerva. I will leave her with the orphanage."

"Good choice, my dear." and the black haired witch turned on her heel to continue their walk to the steps of the orphanage.

The night was quiet save for the click clack of heels on stone. A slight humming could be heard from Sybill as she soothed her baby girl. Just barely a week old and she had to give her up. She put herself in danger by seeing into the future, not that she could remember doing it. She only had to go by what Albus had told her. And he had informed her that she was in grave danger. She agreed to stay at the castle, but then a problem arose.

Sybill Trelawney found out that she was pregnant.

So, with her pink, tear stained cheeks and big, round blue eyes, she confessed to Albus that she was with child. Her petite frame was racked with sobs of fear and confusion. Her rounded glasses had slid off her button nose and onto her knees. While Sybill was eccentric, she was a pretty, young witch. And Albus made sure to ask who the father was.

"That is none of your business, Professor Dumbledore!" she had snapped out, her voice watery and hoarse.

"But Sybill, surely the father would like to know?" the wizened wizard had tried to reason. Sybill wailed in sadness.

"I will inform him myself through owl." she conceded.

But she never got the chance. Before she could inform the father, she received a report from Albus that he was dead. But Albus didn't know that he had told her that her lover was dead, he just listed a name from a piece of parchment of that week's deceased. And Sybill never gave any indication that one of the names were her baby's father.

A knock broke Sybill out of her memories. Minerva was standing on the top step, leading to a metal door. The sign by the door read, 'Barbara Wilson's Home for Those Lost' and Sybill could feel the tears welling in her eyes again. She looked down at the delicate head of her perfect baby girl. The small tuft of strawberry golden hair, a perfect mix between her father and her mother's hair, lay gently on her silky scalp. Sybill kissed the hair and breathed in her sent deeply as she heard Minerva converse with the woman who had answered the door.

"My sweet girl. I will see you again, my little love." she whispered against her soft skin. The baby cooed in her sleep at the familiar smell of her mother. A small smile spread across Sybill's lips.

"It is time, my dear." Minerva said as softly as she could. She had witnessed the whole exchange between mother and daughter. It warmed her heart to know that Sybill would have made a wonderful mother, but it also brought coldness to her chest. It was too dangerous and she knew this was the right thing to do, even if the younger witch so desperately wanted it to be the other way.

"Keep her safe." the dirty blonde witch whispered to the woman who was taking her child from her arms.

"The child will be perfectly fine, Sybill." Minerva murmured as she pulled the witch away. The tears began running down the young Seer's cheeks. Her shoulders began to shake with silent sobs as the bundle disappeared behind the metal door, "Come now, girl, let's get you to your warm bed." the older witch soothed as she felt the pinpricks of tears behind her dark eyes.

Sybill Trelawney cried herself to sleep in the stoic arms of Minerva McGonagall that night and for weeks after. Never forgetting the small bundle of herself that she left at the orphanage.