The Book
Behind Professor Dumbledore's desk stood a wooden podium. On this podium sat a large, leather bound book, with the pages in gold leaf. Upon the book was a golden quill. This quill was a magic quill. It sensed that every time someone was born with magical blood a name would be added. The name would be added in blood.
For just over four weeks now the quill had remained still and silently; not even twitching. Professor Dumbledore was beginning to get worried, with no magical births for the last four weeks Hogwarts had been starved of students. A thin layer of dust had accumulated upon the books almost perfect pages, it needed a jolly good dusting, but, no one could touch the book, for it was a magical one. If one were to touch it, well, no one quite knew what would happen.
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Meanwhile
"One good heave love and we'll soon have the nipper out!" the mid-wife said. Lily Potter gave a huge push, the screamed in absolute agony as the tiny, pink object finally made its appearance in the world.
"Well done!" the mid-wife lifted the screaming child up and slapped its tiny round pink buttock. It screamed and its presence was announced. "There you are Mrs Potter, you have a beautiful bouncing baby boy." She gave the specked, bloody child to its mother and cut the umbilical cord.
"A boy." Lily breathed. "James, we have a son!" James Potter had stood in the far corner throughout the birth looked pale a vivid.
"I have a son." He breathed. He took the tiny baby from his wife and walked across the delivery room, to the open window. "I HAVE A SON!" he shouted to the world.
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The quill quivered, it twitched. Finally it leapt into the air and wrote in large bold, blood letters HARRY POTTER. Professor Dumbledore smiled. They have done it he thought.
A/N: Funny idea I had, and had to get down on paper
UPDATED - 10th April 2001 (finally!)