USA: Lily Evans: South Carolina Baptist Hospital

"Y'all, it means the world to me that you're here, I dunno if I could do this
without y'all." I said from the uncomfortable hospital bed.

"You honestly think we could leave you to deal with this yourself? I'm
just glad we can help in some way." One of my best friends, Alexander Bone,
said, patting my 34-week-pregnant-with-twins stomach. I smiled at him weakly.

"Alex is right Lils. What kinda friends do ya think we are?" My other
best friend, Calissa Andrews, said from the other side of me in a thick
southern drawl. I chuckled a little at her huffiness.

"Besides we have to spend as much time with you before you go to…
England." Alex spat the last word as if it were something dirty. My friends
could always make me laugh. "I still don't understand why they let you finish the school year pregnant but won't let you go back next year."

"Alex, Ms. Kate had to fight so many parents to let me finish the school year. Besides, where would I let the twins stay while I was at school. Petunia hates me, Rose is…"I paused a minute to stop myself from crying, regained my composure, and continued, "And there is no way they are staying with dad. Besides I am lucky I found this place in England."

"Yeah, we know: Porter House for Teenage Mothers and Illegitimate
Children." Calissa said. "They need a funner name."

"It's 'more fun' honey." She glared at me. "and I don't really
care about the name. I'm just glad for the place."

"I wish you could live with one of us." Alex whined, as I started feeling
terrible pains in my abdomen…

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One Month Later: USA: Alexander Bone: Charlotte International Airport

Calissa was crying on Lily's shoulder about not wanting her to go. I wish I
could be doing that to, but considering I'm a guy, that would be very
unmanly. So I contented myself by saying goodbye to Lily's twins. I rocked
their car seats back and forth a few times, then leaned over and kissed each
one on the forehead.

"Bye bye Roselynn, Bye bye DaisyJane." My three flowers were leaving. I stood up to hug Lily a quick goodbye. She walked off with a car seat in each
hand. A few steps away she turned around and said: "Love you guys, I'll
write loads," then she started smiling, "Now, listen, make sure you
don't fall in love with each other and elope without telling me first."

"Ewwww! He is old!" Calissa said.

"Hey I'm only 20."

"Old."

Lily left us laughing her head off at our friendly bickering.

Lily could certainly make a
situation light. I'm going to miss that girl like crazy.

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Great Britain: Remus Lupin: Porter House for Teenage Mothers and Illegitimate Children

I'm sitting looking at the bathroom mirror fingering my new earring; it was
a fang dangling from my right ear. A middle-aged woman walked up to the door,
and looked in. She noticed my earring and gave it a disdainful look.

"Remus, do you really have to wear that?" She asked pleadingly.

"I like it, Mimi. It makes me feel tough." I said, trying to make her
laugh. She just rolled her eyes at me. Mimi and her husband Daniel Porter ran
Porter House for Teenage mothers and Illegitimate Children AKA Pht Mic
(pronounced Fit Mick.) I was ditched here when I was a baby, just like all my other half siblings, so I was raised a Pht Mic Kid.

"Remus, we have a new mother. Just flew in. She's your age; would you be a
dear and go welcome her? She's the last room on the second floor."

"I'd love to Mimi." I said, trying to be overly nice to make up to her
for my earring. She just rolled her eyes. I walked to the room Mimi indicated. Inside a pale, thin, redheaded girl was unpacking. She was singing "She Loves You" by the
Beatles, to two baby infants lying on her bed. I cleared my throat. She
turned around and stood up straight, a surprised look on her face. She was
rather short..

"Remus Lupin." I introduced myself, walking towards her and extending my
hand, which she shook, but backed away quickly in a scared manner.

"Lily Evans, and this is Roselynn and DaisyJane." She said timidly, indicating to
the babies.

"Twins?" She nodded. "May I hold one?"

"Hold Daisy, she's less picky. Careful though." I picked up the one she
specified and started bouncing her gently.

"Don't worry I know how to hold babies, I grew up here, and we're
always getting new babies. So…" I searched my brain for a topic. "Where
do you come from?"

"Columbia, South Carolina, USA. Do you know where you come from?" I could
hear the slight southern accent in her voice.

"er… my parents…" she didn't even smile at my joke. "My dad ditched me here. I don't know where he's from, don't really care, I just say I'm a Pht Mic kid."

"Pht Mic?" She asked, going back to unpacking her things, but kept her eyes on me.

"Yeah that's this place's nickname. You don't expect everyone to go
around saying that name do you?" Lily laughed a little. YES! I got her to laugh.

"I was wondering. My friend, Cali, thinks it's a nutcase of a name. The
nickname is… well… interesting." It was my turn to laugh.

"Well people aren't very creative. It's just the first letters of most of
the words."

"Ah… so… how old are you?" An interesting change to the subject, but
who cares?

"14 years old. You?"

"13, I'll be 14 in less than a month. My birthday is September first." I
blinked in surprise. Sure Mimi had said she was my age but, I thought she
meant an older 14. Imagine, a mother at 13.

"So… you don't have to answer this if it's to personal, but, are you
happy about Roselynn and DaisyJay?. That's their names right?"

"DaisyJane, and I don't mind answering. I love children so much. They are
my soul. I used to live by an orphanage and I would help take care of the little ones. I love my girls. I just didn't particularly
want children 'til I was married." I nodded to show I understood.

"Well, there's only one way to be sure that happens-"Lily cut me off
with a laugh. But it was unlike her other laughs, it was a bit condescending.

"Honey, you're preachin' to the choir." I gave her a confused look.

"I was raped, about a year ago." She said it lightly, but it was easy to
tell it was a difficult topic. I let out a soft 'oh' and she laughed
unhappily again.

"I'm sorry."

"Nothing you coulda done sweetie." She said softly, smiling kindly.

"I still have one question."

"What dear?"

"Do you call everyone honey, dear, sweetie, or the like?" She
laughed sweetly, her original laugh.

"A'course! There's this saying: Every southern woman knows everyone's first
name: Honey, Dear, Darlin', or Sweetie."

"Um… alright then…" I thought it was weird but who am I to judge?
"So… What school are you going to?" Mimi and Daniel take in magic and
nonmagic kids so, you find out by asking what school: Hogwarts for magic,
Spratton Hall for nonmagic.

"This place called Hogwarts." I grinned.

"So you're a witch." I whispered, remembering the open door. She looked
surprised, but still smiled.

"… and you're a wizard?" She whispered back.

"That would be correct."

"Then you've been to Hogwarts before? I read they start at eleven like most
wizarding schools. I only know what I've read but I'd prefer first hand.
Tell me about it." She looked Intrigued, all sense of timidity forgotten. This girl is such a nerd; we'll
get along great.
"Well…"