Author's Note: I do not any of the Harry Potter and Ninja Turtle characters. All original characters belong to me.
Had a fair bit of trouble with this chapter - plus a fair bit of life thrown in with Christmas and New Years.
Not what I was really aiming for, but does work in the rest of the story that is yet to follow.
I do hope that all had a wonderful Christmas/Hanukkah/Kwanzaa/other relevant celebrations, and have a good New Year for 2017
Chapter Two
Over the course of the following few days and into the early weeks, Splinter would make sure that his four charges of his were as properly fed, with whatever he was able to scavenge.
To his utter astonishment, at each passing day, Splinter would wake to the sight of the four turtles growing larger and larger than what they previously had been in the days since the incident with the ooze.
Not only were the Turtles growing in size, Splinter found that he, too, was growing just a little more. Especially even more in intellect. Reading came so much more easy for the humble Rat, that he eventually found that he could no longer withhold finally giving his 'sons' names.
Before he was just calling him "his Turtles" or "my sons", having no idea what to even call each single one of them. Even though each of the four, were, whilst growing in their size, showing more and more in their personalities, even though they were still so very, very young.
Coming across an old Renaissance book, Splinter was introduced to all sorts of wonderful and brilliantly defined names.
Antonio da Correggio. Nicolaus Copernicus. Lorenzo Ghiberti.
By the end of that day, each one of his young Turtle sons had his own name to wear proudly;
Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello and Michaelangelo.
Each one responding in kind.
The four turtles would follow Splinter everywhere and keeping an eye on them was no easy feat. Because while they were almost like ordinary human babies in the way they would respond in times, they were still anything but ordinary!
One a few occasions having to save any one of them from falling into some mucky sludge, over the ledge. Or get Donatello away from an old toaster that was sending sparks. Or stop Michaelangelo from thinking it was a good idea to try and each a cockroach …
There was hardly ever a dull moment.
The month passes by and September brings in a chilly breeze to spark the start of Autumn for the New York city residents. It was then when Splinter knew he would have to find better sheltering of sorts, especially for his cold blooded young. There was just no way he could see them perish.
It took some few days to find it, but to his glee and relief, he found a decent area to not only beat the cold of winter, but a promise of raising his children.
Splinter certainly had his work cut out for him. But he was up to the challenge!
"That's cute!"
Kiara looked at the ring on her left hand, where her friend Lavinia was pointing. A small smile was on her lips at the sight of it. It was a simple two tone ring, where the white and yellow golds wrapped intertwine with each other, until they reached the small diamond and sapphire in the middle.
"Thank you," she answered her friend.
"Engagement ring?" Lavinia asks.
"Wedding," Kiara confirmed. "Remus and I decided to have a small ceremony two weeks into this past holidays. So it makes it 'public' knowledge, if that makes sense."
Lavinia and Clara both nod.
"Makes a lot of sense," said Clara.
The three girls were on the Hogwarts Express, on their way to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This was the first time Kiara has been on the beautiful scarlet train, as the year previous she and Remus, out of safety concern, had them at the school just a few days before school was to officially start up.
She had been with Remus and their other friends earlier. But when invited to join Clara and Lavinia, Kiara knew she was fine to do so.
"Just take it easy," she remembers Remus telling her.
She was now twenty-five weeks and had been feeling rather worn down, though she had some energy.
"Too bad we couldn't come your big day," says Clara, a little slump shouldered.
"I wish you were there, too," said Kiara earnestly.
Clara Nott and Lavinia Goyle came from families who were deadset against anyone who wasn't of Pureblood. Both of their brothers, and a few other members of their families, had gone as far as joining the Dark Wizard Voldemort, being part of a group who fashion themselves as 'Death Eaters'. As a result, Clara and Lavinia were very careful about revealing their friendship with Kiara, even if she was of a very high status. They didn't want their families to bring Kiara any harm.
"Who was there?" Lavinia asks.
"Remus's friends and my brother," Kiara replies, though she, too as now a little sad. "Just wish Master Yoshi was too."
Lavinia and Clara had heard of what happened.
"I'm sure he was there in spirit," Lavinia said.
Kiara gave a small grateful smile.
Just then the door to their cabin slid open and to Kiara's dismay, the one person she did not wish to see was standing there. With her light brown hair and light brown eyes, Beverly Dawson had been a right thorn in the previous year.
"I thought Remus made it very clear that you weren't go anywhere near Kiara," Clara quietly seethed, her hand on her wand.
A sneer goes on Beverly's thin lips, and said the following; "He was simply drugged with some love potion when he said those things. The fact that you are not even with him right now just proves that."
"Stop with this stupid belief that Remus had been hoodwinked into being with me," Kiara warned. "None of this was under any sort of potion, or even spell."
She rested her left hand on her protruding belly, showing the ring.
Beverly's expression darkened a little.
"You were meant to lose that baby and there is no way you can actually be married! It is all just a big ruse!"
"My marriage to Kiara is far from being a ruse, Dawson."
Beverly turned to see Remus standing in the cart's passageway, arms crossed and firm frown. Her darken expression softened at the sight of him.
"Remus … I …"
Remus put his hand up, enough to silence her.
"I had hoped that my little talk with you after your despicable act on Kiara would have knocked some sense into you," he tells her. "I suggest that you leave right now."
Beverly was not happy by this.
"I still believe she forced you to be one of those filthy half-breeds just to be with her!" she says, before turning and leaving.
Shaking his head, Remus moved to the door and looked in on Kiara and her two friends.
"Is she really that thick?" Lavinia asks, crinkling her nose a little.
"Either that, or really determined," Kiara replied flatly, before turning to Remus. "I'm not going to lie, I am worried of what she would do."
Remus went and sat next to her. "You're not the only one."
"Wouldn't your powers and that Ninjitsu help?" Clara asked.
"To a degree. But my reflexes and senses have been all over the place of late. Some times I am sharp, other times … I hoping that it's just a simple phase that passes soon," Kiara admitted. "Yet it is something I am not wishing for that tramp to know."
Remus gently rested his hands on Kiara's belly.
"All will be okay, Kiara," he assured as best as possible.
"Yeah it's not like you're without friends," said Clara.
"Plus I don't think any are going to take too kindly to anyone harming a pregnant lady or even a baby," Lavinia adds.
The Hogwarts Express continued on its path toward the north of Scotland.