Chapter 1
(Just a side note, any informality, or any mistakes feel free to comment on them. Nobody is perfect, so I'll take any advice. THIS IS A RENDITION TO THE FIRST HARRY POTTER STORY, SO BY ALL MEANS I DO NOT OWN THE ORIGINAL STORY. THIS IS JUST MY OWN CLEVER STORY COMBINED WITH THE INCREDIBLE J.K. ROWLING'S BOOK. this is not any character in her story, I thought him up and he does not actually have any role in the actual stories. thanks to the advice of a reviewer, I found it wise to mention this. Reviews are welcome, so feel free. Also, if you are interested i am writing another story so if you like this, just stay patient. More on the other book on the last chapter of this one!)
It was a cold, winter evening outside the house of Kevin and Rebecca Morgan. The clouds were starting to form drops of snow and scatter down to the ground. Rebecca had just awoken to the crying sounds of her recently new born child, unknowingly as to why the new born was hysterical. As she rose from her side of the bed, her husband Kevin moaned and rolled over, moving his arm from around Rebecca's waste where it had previously been over to his side of the bed, allowing it to hang off the edge of the bed. Rebecca giggled to herself as she witnessed the slight change in her husband's sleeping form. It wasn't the first time the new born had awoken in the middle of the night and Kevin had had to readjust himself while Rebecca checked on the baby. Most of the first nights the newborn was allowed to be home, Kevin was actually afraid of leaving the baby out of his sight. He even fell asleep kneeling next to the baby's crib, which Rebecca was only able to notice when she came back from making a cup of coffee for each of them; neither wanting to sleep but both desperately needing some.
However, Rebecca's maternal instincts had started to kick in early in the relationship with the newborn and she started letting Kevin get the benefit of the doubt and was permitted the early nights to rest, seeing that he would be the one to wake up early in order to leave for work while she would be the one to stay home with the baby. Normally, Rebecca would only get a few hours of sleep but recently the new born has been sleeping rather well, only waking up once or twice during the nights rather than the original four or five. Tonight, the new born was having what sounded like the worst tantrum so far. She tiptoed to the door and slightly opened the door enough to just slip through. She continued to tiptoe across the hall towards the room where the newborn was having its fit. However, what Rebecca found when she entered the room was nothing compared to what she had expected.
Rebecca's scream awoke Kevin like the sound of an evacuation alarm signaling a nuclear strike on its way. Kevin took no hesitation in jumping out of his bed and running to the room where the screams had come from. Nothing, however, could have prepared him for the sight he was about to witness. Everything in the newborn's room was thrashed everywhere, almost as if his jump out of bed had been because of a nuclear strike. Book's Rebecca specifically placed on the bookshelf which she use to read to her newborn late into the night when she had trouble sleeping were sprawled from the bottom of the wood shelf all the way to the window on the other side of the room. The stuffed animals that Rebecca recently bought were torn and trashed with their insides all over the floor. The baby's crib lay on its side, with the new born baby still screaming and thrashing his hands all around in complete terror. What caught Kevin's eye was the sight of his wife, motionless on the floor. Kevin rushed to her side without a moment's hesitation, checking her pulse and attempting to bring his wife back to his world.
Kevin broke down immediately once the realization of what had happened clicked. He snatched up his new born and called the police. After the police arrived and handled their business, they concluded that his wife suffered from some type of stress induced heart attack, which could have been contributed from his wife's continual stress from the baby. But Kevin knew much better, he knew his wife was in close-to-perfect health. He knew his wife seemed less stressed with this baby than she did during their wedding, and even less stressed with the wedding than she was first introducing Kevin to her parents. No, a "stress induced heart attack" was just the police's clever way of saying "we haven't a damned clue". There was absolutely no explanation to what had happened, with everything thrashed about the room, and with his new born completely unharmed, he was not only baffled but completely distraught. The loss of one's wife is something people cannot imagine; it is something even Kevin wasn't able to put in words. He had lost everything that he planned on creating a future with. He lost his last 7 years of his life, his new family- and most importantly, his wife. There was nothing in the world that could possibly make this missing feeling from his life change: nothing other than the new born baby left in his arms.