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Miracles in the Night

Celia Ann Foote.

Heiress to the Foote family fortune, a passive witch for time.

A broken witch who just buried her third child.

This is her story on how she found the child that'll change her life forever..

Martha Elizabeth Foote

Jacob Jason Foote II

Sarah Margaret "Marg" Foote

Celia wipes her face as she puts down the school, her light blue nightgown was spotted with dirt and blood at the bottom of the trim. Her face was bright red from from sweat and a headache came along. Freshly painted toes were now ruined since her now cold feet are bare. Black eyes were red from crying so much that her cheeks are now puffy. A choked out sob came from her throat as she looks down at the makeshift grave for her third child. Marcus left her again, the stress caused her to lose her baby girl, her second daughter, third child in the last two years. He's gonna blame her for the losing this baby and try for another one again.

Then for the cycle to start over again.

And again.

And again….

A never ending cycle of him wanting a child, her getting pregnant then him leaving at night and coming home smelling of cheap perfume and whiskey. Sometimes he'll yell or smack her from time to time but it was her fault...right? This has been happening ever since her many great grandfather married a woman who abused him...then passed when he was too late to leave. Celia shakes her head from those thoughts, putting a small smile on her face, maybe this time will be different? All she needs to do is be a good wife and maybe he'll see that his ways of living aren't right. After locking the shed up, she walks back into the house. Everything SCREAMED Marcus while living in this home, it felt like a tiny box constantly squeezing in on her till it suffocated her. He designed the house to look very dull and boring, while Celia was a move bubbly woman with a soft grace with her. The living room was a dull green color with pale dark blue trim around the walls of the whole house. A television in the front room that was off, a bookcase full of maternity books and baby names, something her mama gave her for her wedding gift. A dark blue couch with plastic on it, the kitchen was simple it was pretty small only enough for a family of three-well a family or two so far.

The record player was playing some soothing jazz at a low level, she moves over to the kitchen to make herself some tea to calm her nerves. She turned the pot on with some milk, she was gonna make a classic remedy that her mother always made her when she wasn't feeling her best; hot honey milk with peppermint. It always does the trick. Just has she was about to put the pot on the stove, there was a large knock on the door. Celia jumps, almost knocking over the carton of milk. There was another large knock which made her think that it was Marcus, he probably left his keys again. She walks over to the door, forgetting to cover up, the blood and dirt still visible for him to see and connect the dots as to what happened. She opens the door awaiting the horrid smell coming from his body along with the drunken smile.

But, it never happened.

She looks around to see who was lurking around the corner to jump out and scare her. She looks down and sees a tiny bundle moving about, she bends down and picks the baby up moving some of the blanket back to look at him. He looked a little cold. Bringing him inside the warm house she noticed that he had a tiny patch of black hair and the cutest smile ever known to man. It made her heart melt. Celia smiles back and choked back a sob.

"Oh my, aren't you just the sweetest little thang I've eva 'seen.." her southern accent slips out as she rubs at his face. She sees the lighting scar on his forehead but kisses it, maybe it's a birthmark of some kind. She turns her back and closes the door behind her. Celia sees a note in the blanket and takes it, reading it out loud as she rocks the baby to sleep,

"To the family of Harry Potter,

We are sorry to inform you that your sister and her husband; Lily and James Potter, have passed while in a fatal car accident. Harry is the only living Potter left. Please take care of him with the love and care he deserves."

Celia looks down at the little baby that was now fast asleep in her arms. She brushes a piece of his hair away from his forehead and smiles sadly, "My tiny baby Harry...I️ don't know who might 've left you here with me...but I️ promise to be a great mama to you sweetie." She walks up the steps, after turning off the lights in the front room, but leaves the record player on only turning it up louder so that the music could carry upstairs to her room, aka the guest room. She started to sleep there after two weeks of her marriage when Marcus would come home late at night. Taking out a bunch of her clothes she finds a small basket, then dumping the contents in the basket on the floor. Celia takes some old shirts and lays them about in the basket then takes out a tiny pillow from her old baby dolls.

Celia picks up baby Harry and sits him in the basket, next to her side of the bed. She goes and changes into a long light pink silk nightgown and puts on her nightcap. Turning off the lamp next to her, she starts to rock the basket lightly while humming to the child. This might not have been the best night for her...

But she might have found her little Miracle in the Night.