Cast:
Harry J Potter-Matt Damon
Ron Weasley-Damian Lewis
The Alchemist-Daniel Day Lewis
Aurora- Mary Louise Parker
Kingsley Shacklebolt-George Harris
Ginny Potter-Jessica Chastain
Hermione Granger-Weasley-Emily Blunt
Connor Walker-Steven Strait
Albus Potter-Ben Barnes
James Potter-Tyler Hoechlin
Lily Potter-Anna Kendrick
Draco Malfoy-Daniel Craig
Astoria Greengrass-Eva Green
Scorpius Malfoy-Alex Pettyfer
Rose Weasley-Emma Stone
Hugo Weasley-Ed Sheeran
Teddy Lupin-Tom Welling
Victoire Weasley-Blake Lively
Dominique Weasley-Brittany Snow
Louis Weasley-Max Thierot
Roxanne Weasley-Tinashe Kachingwe
Fred Weasley II-Jesse Williams
Molly Weasley-Bella Thorne
Robbie Dunham-Bryan Cranston
A/N:What a ride this has been. I have been reading fanfiction for 12 years now(im 23 now) and this is my first foray into the other side, the writing. This is the culmination of years and years of ideas and I guess this is just me writing the story i always wanted to read. There will be twist and there will be turns. Drama. Violence.A bit of romance. I dont really know. Without further ado!
P.S. JK Rowling owns all of this.
"I fucking hate the rain. I hate the way that all the kids dress like poofs these days. You remember the way the old man use to dress? That was much better; I will never understand how we made it so far dressing in robes though. We looked like right tos-"
"Ron."
"Yeah mate?"
"You're rambling again."
"Oh...Sorry Harry."
Harry Potter sighed and leaned back surveying the building from the inauspicious car he and his best mate were using. They had changed immensely from the same two boys who had once flown Ron's fathers Ford Anglia to Hogwarts. They had now been aurors for 8 years and were both married to their school sweethearts. His heart swelled with pride at the thought of his two year old son, James, probably at home causing all sorts of trouble. Ginny was now nearing the final months of her second pregnancy, another boy whom they had already decided to name Albus. Hermione Weasley had given birth three months ago to Ron's first child, Rose, and had only recently returned to active duty.
They were currently investigating a matter of strange, high level, magical signatures emanating in and around Wiltshire. Earlier in the day they had searched the nearby monuments at Stonehenge where the famed final showdown between Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin had occurred. The place was notorious for the dormant magic that still covered the area, a testament to its to two former occupants prowess. Even the muggles could feel the magic and that alone had made it a popular tourist attraction as they attempted to figure out its mysteries.
According to Robbie Dunham, the Auror Director, this mission had come straight from the minister himself. Kingsley Shacklebolt would not have requested his two best aurors for anything he didn't deem serious. Both Harry and Ron had quickly flown up the ranks and along with Hermione had been instrumental in making changes all throughout the ministry and the Wizengamot. Though he once bemoaned politics, as the head of two ancient and noble houses and the Man-Who-Won, he had unlimited political clout and didn't mind using it to get things done. It was a well-known secret that when Kingsley gave up the job, Harry would be the first name thrown out for Minister. A few would even say Kingsley was grooming Harry for the position.
The sun had just gone down when the two aurors exited the non-descript car, casting disillusionment charms on themselves. They had traced the signatures to this location, a quaint little bakery seated on the edge of the town. From the outside everything looked normal but appearances could be decieving.
"We haven't seen a soul all day. Are we sure we got the readings right?" said Harry.
Ron took out his Deluminator, a gift from their late headmaster and the lights on the street immediately extinguished. He proceeded to extract his wand and begin an impressive bit of ward-breaking.
"Why else would a muggle bakery have intricate wards like this mate." said the ginger bearded wizard. "They are obviously trying to keep someone out."
"Or in..."
The two wizards shared a look as the wards fell and nodded to each other in understanding. They cautiously crept up to the door and tried the lock. It was open, they entered uncertainly, wands drawn with Harry taking point. It seemed from all accounts to be a normal bakery. They silently stalked through the store checking both the front and back rooms.
"Sensoria", said Harry casting a sensory charm of Hermione's invention. "All clear." spoke Harry still tense for some reason. "Something's off though."
"Maybe a squib owns the place. Would explain the shop not being registered. Plenty of squibs choose to leave." said Ron as he thoroughly examined a muffin with his taste buds. He then paused. "You smell that?"
Harry, for the first time took note of the smell. Ron was obviously getting something he wasn't. He was looking at his muffin strangely, as if he was trying to figure it out. He then snapped his fingers.
"It's a stasis charm! Blimey! The muffins have been charmed to stay fresh. Mum use to do this when we went on hols." Harry perked up at this. "And it doesn't smell like a bakery either does it? It smells a bit like a-"
"Hospital. It smells exactly like a hospital, i've been in enough to know. We're missing something here. Specialis Revelio.", he then said waving his wand again. The rug directly underneath Ron's feet unceremoniously slid away causing him to lose his balance and crash to the floor."Bloody hell Harry! A little bit of a warning next time would be nice you twat!", he said as he angrily picked himself up off the ground.
"You kiss your wife and daughter with that mouth mate?" he said with a smirk. "We did at least find something." he said pointing between his friends legs. There was a ornate circular set of runes carved into the floor. They knelt down and began trying to discern the symbols on the floor.
"Never seen any runes like this in my life mate. I'm rubbish with them ya know? You got any clues?" asked the red head.
Harry's mind was working a meter a minute, and he thanked Professor McGonagall a thousand times over in his head for forcing him to take Ancient Runes when they returned to school for their final year. He pointed at the first rune in the set.
"That one there is for water, another for carbon, ammonia, and salt. Fluorine, sulfur, iron...These are all elements. What the hell?"
Harry had studied alchemy under Nicolas Flamel after the war figuring if Dumbledore had invested so much time in it, so should he. These runes, this information, was heavily guarded in the small community of alchemists. It being here deeply troubled Harry that the theoretical ingredients for human life were etched into the floor of a muggle bakery. Why it was here was an even deeper and insidious question.
"In alchemy these are the building blocks of life. In theory if you had these ingredients.", he pointed at the first couple of symbols. "You could create human life. Flamel never told me if it was possible, though I suppose he knew more than he was letting on."
Ron stared at the carving quizzically and stroked his beard. "So what do we do? Spit on it?"
"Of course no-...Ron you are a bloody genius! Do you still carry that pocket knife?"said the black haired wizard excitedly.
"Every day mate." he pulled the knife from his back pocket and tossed it to his bespectacled friend who deftly caught it in his hand. "I don't think this is the type of-. Are you mad!?", as Harry sliced his hand with blade and held it over the runes as the blood dripped to the floor.
The blood coalesced into the carving and the runes began to glow a bright gold. The two aurors stood on watching, a bit mystified at what was happening. When the light dimmed down the carving had been replaced by a circular latch and man hole sized cover could be made out in the darkness.
"Bugger. Did you know what was going to happen when you did that?"
"I had a hunch. That spit thing really did it for me."
"Oh...You're welcome then."
Ron bent down and pulled the latch and hefted the cover back revealing a set of stairs descending into darkness. The air that flew up smelled remarkably less sterile. More like copper, like blood.
"Wands out then." Said Harry as he descended the staircase first, his wand glowing out in front of him. Ron simply nodded and followed him down the staircase thinking out loud. "I've got a bad feeling about this. Several actually." The stench of blood got stronger as they reached the bottom of the stairs. They stood in a small room with a heavy steel door ahead of them that seemed oddly out of place. Harry walked over to examine the door as Ron peered around the room.
The door was engraved in huge block letters that looked to be written in another language. Harry took out his wand and began muttering incantations for translations while Ron looked on.
"How is your ancient greek Ron?"
"Rusty to non-existent. Is that what we are looking at?" he answered dryly.
Harry spoke as he continued to work, "No. More like a mix of several languages. Remember we saw something like this in those caves in California when we were helping Jonesy track that Nundu."
"Un huh.", said Ron dismissively before crossing his arms. "Say did Jonesy ever figure out how a Nundu ended up in America? The thing was right scary it was."
"Something about shady wizard black markets and squibs looking to make a lot of money with a muggle drug cartel. Apparently they enjoy feeding their friends to exotic animals." Said Harry unsurely.
"Merlin. With friends like that who even needs enemies right?" Said Ron finally stepping up beside his best mate. "Is it like the other door? We have to do something to get through? Maybe take a shit on it?"
Harry stood up satisfied with his work and pointed at the other latch on the door. "No this one seems normal." The two aurors shared a look. "Well as normal as this place gets. "I just want to know what it says before we run in wands blazing."
Ron nodded before reading the inscription out loud.
"Quod aeternitas non est in sua essentia est inmortalitatis? Any idea what means?"
Harry nodded,"Vaguely. It's something Nicolas and Perrie use to say all the time. Eternity is the essence of immortality. One of those things I never really understood to be honest. I do believe we are dealing with an alchemist though. Let's push forward with caution mate."
With Harry at point and Ron covering, they gingerly opened the large set of doors and entered. The smell of blood was much stronger in this room and thick with something they had not felt in a long time, dark magic. A quick lumos from Ron and they got their first glimpse of the room.
It was a spacious room, much like a larger version of the Hogwarts potion laboratory. There were books strewn around on various tables along with bubbling cauldrons. Diagrams of the human body and several of its organs adorned the walls. Harry found himself transfixed as he stared at a large black tome with egyptian hieroglyphs on the front. It was a book Nicolas had forbidden him to read or speak of. The Book Of Merlin. As far as Harry knew there was only one copy and it was buried with Nicolas per his instructions.
The book according to Nicolas was an instructors guide for all manners of rituals. Merlin had written it as a diary of sorts near the end of his life. Nicolas had told him that the possesion of this book had set the basis for the alchemy he eventually came to use. He had also mentioned that in the wrong hands this book could make destruction possible the world had never seen. So what was it doing here?
Harry was broken from his reverie by the sound of Ron emptying the contents of his stomach on the stone floor.
"Over here. Bloody hell, you need to see this.", said Ron from the other side of the room.
Harry quickly ran to the far side of the room where Ron was bent over retching and instantly regretted it. This room was much larger than originally thought. There chained against the wall were naked human bodies. Men. Women. Children. A new scent invaded his senses as he gazed at the corpses strung up on the wall. Death. Harry took a step forward and begun examining the bodies with Ron's help.
"Looks like they all had runes etched into their skins. This one tongues been cut out."
"Merlin. This ones disemboweled.", said Ron grimacing. Some of the bodies were still fresh. "Body is still warm, died sometime today I think."
Harry began extracting the body of a young girl from the wall, idly thinking that this could have easily been James. "We have to take the bodies Ron. Send a patronus back to HQ. Tell them we need medics and Unspeakables here as soon as possible."
Ron nodded his head in ascension and watched as Harry cradled the young girl in his arm delicately. His robe soaked in her blood and holding back tears in his green eyes. He waved his wand in broad circles,"Patronum Nuntius." The familiar Jack Russel terrier appeared in its spectral form and ran off with his message in tow. "What in the hell have we stumbled onto? Ive never seen anything like this in my life."
"I dont know Ron. I dont know." Harry said he began extracting the next body from the wall, an elderly man whose face had been horribly mutilated by runes. Harry now recognized some of the symbols and they seemed to have been crudely written.
"I think whoever did these runes carved them all in by hand. Look at how some of them are of a bit off." said Harry darkly.
Ron stared at the bodies closely before realizing what Harry meant."You mean. He...Whoever did this...Did it while they were alive. Thats torture that is!" , said the auror mortified at the realization.
"All of them show signs of struggle. Killed in cold blo-. Did you hear that?" A sound was coming from a previously unexplored side of the room.
"Uhnnnn...uhh.."
"That sounds like a person!" said Ron as he sprang towards the voice his wand blaring with light. Harry was close on his heels covering his partner and best friends back. They rounded the bend in the room and immediately halted their footsteps. This part of the room was set up like a muggle hospital ward. Monitors hummed quietly with vital signs, and a IV contraption filled with black solution was adjacent to the bed that all the technology surrounded. Laying on the bed was a woman of immense beauty and familiarity to Harry. Her hair was dark and layed in waves underneath her body. Her face had the air of nobility to it, as if she was the queen of some foreign land. She wore a loose, flowing white dress of lace and crown of small green flowers was fastened around her hair. She seemed strangely out of place as did the protusion from her belly.
"Definitely a person. A very beautiful pregnant person.", said Ron voicing Harry's own opinion. "What do you think? This is getting stranger by the second mate."
Harry had no idea what to think at this point so his auror training took over.
"Lets wake her up and find out. Something tells me she is not enjoying her stay at the little bakery shop of horrors." he went to take a step forward and Ron stepped with him."We need answers and she's the only one still alive here to answer."
Together they walked forward and stood just at the side of the bed looking down at the woman as she mumbled incoherently. She seemed to be in the midst of a nightmare either of her own imagination or induced. A long tube was feeding the black substance from the IV straight to her arm and they both had to fight the urge to rip it from her arm.
"Say Harry, doesn't she look like-"
"AHHHH!"
The woman began to scream and violently contort on the bed as if she were suffering from a seizure and her belly began to glow a brilliant gold color.
"No time for modesty!", said Harry as he hastily pulled her dress up and leapt back at the sight of 4 sets of circular runes originating from her navel. They were rotating slowly creating a mesmerizing pattern. The inner ring and third ring rotating clockwise and the second and fourth counter clockwise. "A little help Ron!" Said Harry as he attempted to hold her legs down.
Ron sprang into action and forced her down at the shoulders as gently as he could given the circumstances. With a scream that was very much inhuman her eyes opened and both the seasoned aurors leapt back as black eyes met theirs for the first time. She looked very much now like a beautiful demon out of a fairytale. The woman stared at them and Harry had to keep Ron from stunning the woman, she was still pregnant after all, but a voice in the back of his head was wondering what exactly she was pregnant with. Several tense seconds passed before all hell broke loose. The machines around the woman exploded and Harry and Ron were blown off their feet by an invisble force. The woman, the bed, and the remains of the machines hovered a few feet off the ground and for the first time in years Harry felt fear of what might happen next. Then as quickly as it had happened, it was over. The machines fell to the ground in a heap and the bed and woman followed. They were left with the woman sobbing and screaming for help. Her eyes now a bright blue and frantic. She turned to the two men as if noticing them for the first time and reached out her hand.
"Help me". Her accent was casual, American if he had to guess at it. "Please...help m-."
Her hand dropped limply to side of the bed and she was gone again. Back into whatever nightmare was plaguing her.
The two aurors pulled themselves up from the floor attempting to regain their composure.
"What the fuck just happened?" Said Ron with a shocked expression.
Harry never got to answer as his world went black.
When Harry finally came to he was unsure of his surroundings. He was in a quaint little room seated in a high backed chair. His wand was still in it's holster on his arm and his movements were not restricted. He did however feel like he had just taken a bludger to the skull. His head hung down and for the first time he realized he was not alone. Ron was seated next to him seemingly coming too just as Harry was. Directly across from them sat a man.
He was a normal looking man that some might find attractive. His hair was shoulder length and he wore it slicked back. He wore a muggle suit, black with no tie, expensive by the looks of it. He possesed dark features and seemed to be in good shape. He sat in the chair holding a glass of red wine, swirling it as if he were at a dinner party. His legs were crossed in a gentlemanly fashion and Harry caught his eyes for the first time. They were appraising him and he seemed for all the world a spider who had caught two flies in his web.
Ron instantly went for his wand, but the man stopped him by holding his hands up in surrender.
"Now, now Ronald. This is no place for violence." His voice was oddly admonishing. As if he were scolding his children. "Then again these are primitive times we live in aren't they? Neither savage nor wise. Half measures are the curse of it. We cant have you sullying yourselves with blood when the game has only just begun." His tone was conversational and polite. Ron wasn't as polite.
"You think this is a fucking game? Those people you... You murdered those people in cold blood you sick fuck!" Said Ron, his face turning a fiery red. His composure lost long ago.
The man only smiled at him, a maniacal gleam in his eye."Murder? That is science dear boy. What I do is for our species. Evolution. Some will give their lives so others may further the process. I am simply an instrument. Sharp and precise in my measure." He then turned to Harry who had only stared at him up to this point. "Why so quiet Harold? You have become more than I could have ever imagined! Lord Potter and Black. The Man Who Won. The world famous Auror. Quite the success story for an orphan from Little Whinging."
Harry smiled back at the man, "I'm sorry. You seem to have us at an disadvantage. You know our names." he said gesturing to himself and Ron. "But we don't know yours Mr?"
The man only smiled at him with a cheshire grin, "You aurors still use those archaic, good and bad techniques I see." Ron deflated in his seat now that their ruse had been thrown back in their faces."My name is of no consequence. I am simply here to talk with two old friends. Ask of me what you will?"
"That woman. Who is she? " said Harry quickly.
"Her name is Aurora. Lovely, lovely woman, even better genes. Did you know she is the last known descendant of Albus Dumbledore, and by that Myrddin Wyltts?"
Ron scoffed at the claim, "That's a lie. Dumbledore didn't have any children and its only a myth that he was related to Merlin."
"You shouldn't be so quick to dismiss the gossip of witches old boy. During the war with Grindelwald in the 50s, Dumbledore saved a muggle woman attached to the american army as a nurse. She was young, only 17 at the time and many years his junior, but she was infatuated by him and his magic. She returned home and by chance they met again a few decades later. She was still enthralled by Dumbledore and after being alone for many years and wallowing in the guilt of imprisoning his first love, he gave in to his very human desires. That union produced a son who settled in America never knowing he was a wizard or the son of the greatest sorceror that side of the century. He lived and died by natural causes, but not before producing Aurora. She was always different and when I found her she was whoring herself out to men and women. Living on the streets as a common prostitute. I took her in, weened her off the drugs she had desecrated herself with, nursed her back to health-"
"And got her pregnant." Said Ron, a challenge in his voice.
The man for the first time looked annoyed about being interrupted. " not by conventional means, I am above such base evolutionary needs as sex Ronald. Aurora's pregnancy is the culmination of many years of research and-."
"Alchemy. You used the Book of Merlin didn't you? You are trying to bring something into the world that does not belong!" Said Harry angrily. "Those people were just sacrifices weren't they?" He said, a stone away from screaming at the calm man.
"It is rude to interrupt Harold.", said the man sipping from his glass. The wine looked a lot thicker than it should have."I know of your dabbling in the great art, but you are still but a child Harry. As was Flamel, but apprentices...do always disappoint their masters. Isn't that right Harry?"
Harry was floored by the revelation, "But you...It cant be possible."
"How naive you are Harold. Many things are possible with magic that neither of you could fathom. I have been around for ages you see. Manipulating events for my own whim and pleasure. I have coaxed civilizations into existence. And burned them to ashes! Hitler. Genghis. Grindelwald. Voldemort. Flies buzzing around horse shit! Even with my help they could never do what needed to be done!" Said the man, his eyes flashing with anger.
Ron and Harry were attempting to wrap their heads around the ramifications of what was being said. If this was true then this man was responsible for some of greatest crimes in wizarding and muggle history. And he was telling them all of this information as if conversing with his grandchildren over tea.
Ron spoke first, "You"re mad. Utterly insane."
The man gave him a placating look, "You wouldnt be the first to tell me that, but then again I am only an instrument of Morgana's will."
Harry bristled at this,"Morgana Le Fay?"
"The Goddess. The Enchantress. Her return is inevitable. We are all sons of Morgana you see Harold." Said the man fondly.
Ron stood up furious having heard enough from the man."That's enough. You are under arrest for murder and conspiracy! You are a deranged lunatic who speaks about evolution and evil bitc-arh..ahh...arg." Ron had fallen to his knee's clutching at his throat.
"YOU WILL NOT SPEAK ILL OF THE GODDESS!" said the man rising to his feet quickly, his voice dangerous. His gentlemanly countenance now all but gone.
The elder wand was in Harry's hand before he knew it, pointed directly at the man's throat."Stop this now or your brain will be splattered all over the carpet!" Somehow the man was capable of wandless magic the likes of which Harry had not encountered since being around Dumbledore. Essentially Harry was bluffing, if the man was as he said he was then Harry could very easily find himself in the same position as Ron.
The man calmly snapped his fingers and Ron sucked in a huge breathe of air. Harry helped him up, but kept his wand trained on the man smiling innocently at them.
"Dear me, I am sorry Ronald. Do forgive me for that. Where were we?", he picked up his glass and walked around the room as if there werent two trained aurors ready to curse him into oblivion at his back. He ran his fingers along the edge of a bookshelf and looked at them before looking towards a wall. "It seems our opening act is coming to an end gentlemen. I accept your terms for arrest. I do however have my own terms of course. I will come peacefully if Aurora is free to go. I want no mention of her ever being here in your reports. You will return her to America and leave her alone unless she contacts you. Do that and I will cooperate fully."
The man held out his hands to the two men standing across from him but neither moved a step.
Harry spoke first, "Why?"
"When you have lived as long as me Harry you will understand less. I long for a change in scenery I suppose. I am also looking forward to talking with your Unspeakables. The secrets of the secretive are much more juicy than these trivial matters."
Ron spoke up then, "Bullshit."
The man gave Ron a hungry look and licked his lips. "Maybe id just like to be closer to my two favorite aurors."
Ron flinched at that and the man chuckled to himself.
"And the child? You expect us to just send your little experiment out there into the world?" Said Harry still aiming his wand at the man.
"I do. Or...You can kill it. It is just a baby after all. Unborn and unblemished by this broken world. You could wait for its birth and take it away from its mother. An orphan for an orphan. Oh! What delicious irony!" He said laughing out loud. "But you wont do that Harry. You know what its like to grow up without a mother dont you? How dark and sadistic that could make a child." He said staring directly into Harry's eyes.
"Shut the hell up! You dont know a damn thing about me." he stood there for a while before speaking. "We accept those terms." He held out his hand and the clasped it. His grip was strong and his hands were as cold as ice.
"So mote it be." Said the man as he held out a hand to Ron. Ron gave Harry a disapproving look before grabbing the man's hand who immediately pulled him closer and whispered in his ear. Ron's eyes bulged before the man said, "So mote it be.
"You need not fret over Aurora's travel arrangements, it is handled and she is already in transit. I expect your auror team will be awaiting us out front so we should get moving." He placed his arms behind his back as Ron placed the magical restraints on his arms.
"What's the rush Doc?" Said Ron pushing the man roughly out the door. "Dont you have forever?"
He smiled toothily at Ron, "For you Ronald. I have eternity."
"You will find an opening behind the counter. Take the stairs down and follow the smell of blood. You cant miss it." Harry watched as three heavily shrouded Unspeakables glided into the bakery to do...whatever it was they did. Another three had already taken the smiling alchemist away but not without him leaving Harry with parting words about them seeing each other soon. And the disturbing part about telling James hello for him. Could he really have been Nicolas' teacher? He knew entirely too much for most of it to be a lie and the book almost confirmed it. Damn it he had forgotten to grab it! He now wondered how much his teacher had actually kept from him. Dumbledore included. But then again did Dumbledore even know he had a son? The man had not been as omniscient as Harry had once thought as a teenager.
The Dumbledores were an Ancient & Noble house and their seats in Wizengamot had been empty since old Abe had died so really there was no one to look into it. He gazed around and found Ron talking to the press or rather yelling at them. They had been dealing with a leak in the department who was tipping off the media whenever aurors were called to crime scenes. Which led him to the scowling face of his Department Head, Robbie Dunham. He was not a man to be trifled with and reminded him of a lot of a saner Alastor Moody. At the best of times he would be considered ornary.
"Potter get your arse over here!" Yelled the man where his assistant was nervously standing behind him.
Harry jogged over to man before rendering a quick salute.
"At ease Potter. Walk with me."
Harry relaxed and fell into step with the man. The two had a great working relationship, though he was equally hard on everyone. Right now it seemed this would be a hard moment.
"You are a great auror Potter. You know the rules, and bend them right up until they break." Said the large man.
"Thank you sir."
"You have even made Weasley grow on me. He has a brilliant mind for deduction and an even bigger appetite."
"Thank you sir."
"So tell me why Harry" Uh oh, first names were always bad. "You and Weasley are determined to put me in a early grave. Everything you touch turns to shit and then a media circus, and then shit again! This is Liverpool all over again!"
"In my defense sir, we were just trying to watch the match and those Chelsea wankers-"
"Potter" he said warningly. His voice a low growl.
"Sorry sir."
"Im sure you know I am planning to retire very soon." he said giving Harry a shrewd look.
"I have heard the rumours sir."
"Well I plan on leaving it in your hands Harry. Kingsley agrees, this is the natural progression for you. Weasley will be your Deputy Director. " said the man who had now stopped walking.
"I dont want to be known as the Head who allowed Potter and Weasley to destroy the department. Am I understood?"
"Loud and clear sir. Thank you sir"
"Excellent. Now figure who that god damned leak is!"
"I'm on it sir!"
San Mateo Community Hospital, California, USA
"Wahhhhhhhh wahhhhh"
The doctor snipped the umbilical cord before looking on at the scene in front of him. Twenty five years and delivering children never got old to him. The nurse passed the woman her newborn son and she held him as if he would break from the slightest touch. Sweat was causing her hair to mat to her forehead but her smile lit up the room. She had arrived on thirty minutes before pleading for help outside the emergency room and he had done the procedure immediately. Luckilty time had been on her side.
"Congratulations, he is a handsome boy." Said the Doctor from her bedside." What will you name him.
The woman turned from her baby for the first time, eyeing the Doctors name tag. Michael Connor MD. A good strong name. Her son would need a strong name as well. She spoke and her voice was soft as her gaze returned to her son. She had fallen in love with him as soon as he opened those brilliant blue eyes. She could have sworn they twinkled but it must have been the light. She would protect the boy with her life
"Connor. His name will be Connor."