February 11th 1981

Lily Potter sat in the maternity ward, waiting for a St. Mungo's healer to come and see to her. She had just used side-along apparation with her husband, James Potter, as her waters had broken about 5 minutes ago. He was off talking to the receptionist about getting Lily a room urgently.

"Lily! Haven't seen you since last March! How are you?" A familiar voice called out.

"Molly, it's so good to see you" Lily replied. "Yeah I'm good thanks, just about to have son number 2, I hope he doesn't take as long as Harry does, that was torture"

"How is the little Potter?" Molly Weasley asked

"Oh he's good, he's with his Uncle Sirius today so mummy can make harry a brother Sirius says, I hope this one's ok, and he's 2 months premature!" Lily said with a hint of worry at the end

"He'll be fine, with a strong mum like you" Molly said reassuringly, Lily took her word for it, she had 6 kids already

"What are you doing here then? You aren't pregnant again are you?" Lily asked, realizing where Molly was

"Yes I am, 2 months gone" She replied "definitely my last if the birth is anything like Ronald, he was a killer"

"Aw I do hope it's a girl for you, I know how much you…" Lily cut off there, she felt a sharp pain.

"JAAAAMES HE'S COMING" Lily screamed "GET THEM GOOD FOR NOTHING BOLLOCKS OVER HERE NOW". Her husband obliged, screaming at a midwife that they needed help now.

3 hours later

Lily was shattered, watching James nurse his hand. Her husband reckoned that she had completely crushed it the amount of force that she had applied during the birth. Sirius had been contacted to make sure he stayed with Harry at Potter Manor.

Lily was dozing off into a well deserve sleep, but couldn't quite reach her slumber, as the loud sound of the newest Potter crying was ringing around the room.

"Your amazing sweetheart" James said as he kissed her forehead "Just look at what you made"

"We made, Potter" She snapped, she was allowed to be snappy at the moment, James registered the use of his surname. "It takes two to tango, but next time I'm charming you the female parts, that way you can push a bloody baby out of your vagina, I'll just have a long rod to worry about"

"Only if it's mine babe" James joked

The baby was perfectly healthy the midwife had said, but needed some rest before he could be held, but the newborn wasn't resting.

"Would you like to hold him Lily? See if the presence of his mother will calm him?" The midwife asked politely

"Yes please" Lily whispered, she was weak after the birth.

The midwife picked up the baby, and placed him in Lily's arms

"Hello baby" Lily cooed, the baby stopped crying, feeling the presence of his mother.

"We still need a name" James said, "What about Oliver?"

"No, He is Daniel" Lily said firmly, James knew not to argue, he had heard that voice loads of times over the past decade. "He is Daniel Richard, after my father"

"Hello Dannyboy" James cooed over his son "Welcome to the world, a world of war and violence"

"Shush Potter, don't spoil the moment" Lily warned her husband.

They didn't know however, that this baby would be such a pivotal member of the wars to follow.