We all have a legacy, something that helps shape who we are, a
reputation that precedes us without knowing how it's destroying us. Most of
us hold our legacies in our last name, Potter, Malfoy, Longbottom. But I
alone of my friends hold my legacy in something deeper than a name, deeper
than the color of my hair or the occupation of my grandfather. I did not
die to avenge my father, nor to save mankind. I existed solely to pick up
the pieces and oh, what pieces they were.
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11.37, November 29th
"Erm, is this the Finnigan residence?"
The med student stood in front of the sandy-haired man, holding a tiny bundle to her chest.
"Depends," The young man said. "On what you want."
The student blinked slowly and looked from the bundle in her arms to the young man. He was very handsome, with hazel eyes and short spiky hair. He was wearing big work boots and a thick, oiled green jacket. He raised one eyebrow. "Well?"
She shoved the bundle into his arms; the neatly stacked papers she had been carrying along with it fell out in a swirling heap on the ground. She turned and ran, leaving the young man confused on his doorstep. And then the bundle started to cry.
"Oh no! Oh no you can NOT do this to me!" But the student had already disappeared and there was nothing Seamus could do but take the child inside and read what the papers said.
29 November
Mr FINNIGAN,
In the will of MR HARRY POTTER [d. 18 November] you were stated as the guardian of his child, LENA ADRIANNA, in the event of his death. We ask that you fill out the necessary forms and return them to Ministry headquarters by no later than 1 December. If there is a conflict with your guardianship we ask that you report to Ministry welfare services and have the child documented as a ward of the state.
Sincerely,
Hufflebert Haggins
Child Welfare
Seamus folded the letter in two and ripped it in half. "If there is a conflict with your guardianship please report to Ministry welfare services...Jesus. Well, I guess there's nothing for it. Come on Lena, Guess we'll be takin' you down to London."
He picked up the baby and Apparated to the Wizarding Welfare building.
"Can I help you sir?" A fat frizzy haired woman (HI! MY NAME IS BARB plastered on a tag on her robes) spoke to him in a nasally voice.
"Um, yes. You see a friend of mine died a coupla weeks ago and left his child in my care but I can't take care of a baby-"
"Name?"
"What's that?"
"The child's name, sir. What is the child's name?"
"Oh, um, Lena?"
"Okay sir, just follow me back here and I'll get you to sign the necessary forms and you can go."
"Oh. Um, okay." Seamus followed the woman behind the counter and through a set of glass doors. He looked and was shocked to see perhaps thirty children playing under the supervision of a woman who looked as enthusiastic as HI! MY NAME IS BARB and as competent as the med student who had dropped the child off. "Is this the day centre?" he asked warily.
"The day centre? You must be joking." HI! MY NAME IS BARB said.
"The children stay here until they are either adopted or old enough to go to school." The second woman explained.
Seamus looked at the bundle in his arms. Cute as it was, he knew that with the way people had been dying in this war, combined with the amount of babies that would be born in roughly nine months due to the celebrations of Voldemorts defeat, this baby would remain here until it was ready for school.
"You know, I think I'm going to take her home for a bit, see what my fiancée wants todo." He said, backing towards the door.
"Are you sure?" HI! MY NAME IS BARB asked. "There's plenty of room here."
"Yeah, yeah. I'm, uh, pretty sure. You know, I should get her home. She seems hungry."
He bolted outt he door and Apparated back to his house.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~REAL LIFE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
11.37, November 29th
"Erm, is this the Finnigan residence?"
The med student stood in front of the sandy-haired man, holding a tiny bundle to her chest.
"Depends," The young man said. "On what you want."
The student blinked slowly and looked from the bundle in her arms to the young man. He was very handsome, with hazel eyes and short spiky hair. He was wearing big work boots and a thick, oiled green jacket. He raised one eyebrow. "Well?"
She shoved the bundle into his arms; the neatly stacked papers she had been carrying along with it fell out in a swirling heap on the ground. She turned and ran, leaving the young man confused on his doorstep. And then the bundle started to cry.
"Oh no! Oh no you can NOT do this to me!" But the student had already disappeared and there was nothing Seamus could do but take the child inside and read what the papers said.
29 November
Mr FINNIGAN,
In the will of MR HARRY POTTER [d. 18 November] you were stated as the guardian of his child, LENA ADRIANNA, in the event of his death. We ask that you fill out the necessary forms and return them to Ministry headquarters by no later than 1 December. If there is a conflict with your guardianship we ask that you report to Ministry welfare services and have the child documented as a ward of the state.
Sincerely,
Hufflebert Haggins
Child Welfare
Seamus folded the letter in two and ripped it in half. "If there is a conflict with your guardianship please report to Ministry welfare services...Jesus. Well, I guess there's nothing for it. Come on Lena, Guess we'll be takin' you down to London."
He picked up the baby and Apparated to the Wizarding Welfare building.
"Can I help you sir?" A fat frizzy haired woman (HI! MY NAME IS BARB plastered on a tag on her robes) spoke to him in a nasally voice.
"Um, yes. You see a friend of mine died a coupla weeks ago and left his child in my care but I can't take care of a baby-"
"Name?"
"What's that?"
"The child's name, sir. What is the child's name?"
"Oh, um, Lena?"
"Okay sir, just follow me back here and I'll get you to sign the necessary forms and you can go."
"Oh. Um, okay." Seamus followed the woman behind the counter and through a set of glass doors. He looked and was shocked to see perhaps thirty children playing under the supervision of a woman who looked as enthusiastic as HI! MY NAME IS BARB and as competent as the med student who had dropped the child off. "Is this the day centre?" he asked warily.
"The day centre? You must be joking." HI! MY NAME IS BARB said.
"The children stay here until they are either adopted or old enough to go to school." The second woman explained.
Seamus looked at the bundle in his arms. Cute as it was, he knew that with the way people had been dying in this war, combined with the amount of babies that would be born in roughly nine months due to the celebrations of Voldemorts defeat, this baby would remain here until it was ready for school.
"You know, I think I'm going to take her home for a bit, see what my fiancée wants todo." He said, backing towards the door.
"Are you sure?" HI! MY NAME IS BARB asked. "There's plenty of room here."
"Yeah, yeah. I'm, uh, pretty sure. You know, I should get her home. She seems hungry."
He bolted outt he door and Apparated back to his house.