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Chapter 3: The First…No…Second-born
January 5, 1965
Three hours ago Albus was having his hand crushed and his ears were taking a Scottish beating as his wife delivered their first child. And now here he was holding the little blue bundle in his arms as Minerva slept.
The boy was already very handsome. He had his father's looks his eyes with the beginnings of some black hair.
True this was his second child but he was the only one that knew. It still pained him though. Oh how he wished she was here; he knew she'd love to see her brother. But she wouldn't come; she was lost forever in a sea of hatred. He prayed every night she'd resurface and come back but it didn't seem like it would ever happen.
As if on cue at his last thought an owl flew through the opened window and landed on the arm of Albus's chair. Ever so quietly Albus took the parcel from the owl and watched him fly off. He then placed the little boy in the cradle by his mother's side of the bed and opened the parcel. Out dropped two pairs of soft blue socks. They looked to be hand knitted and were of the color of the sky with small yellow lemon drops dancing around them.
Albus chuckled as he held up a pair his size and a pair that were definitely for the baby. It was then he noticed the note at the bottom of the package. He read it and smiled….
You can never have enough socks. These are to help you match dad, Robert Wayne.
A lone tear trickled down Albus's face and onto the parchment. Maybe there was hope for his first born after all.
