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January 1, 2000

I stand by what I said before, love. If your father wants more kids, we'll either adopt, or he can be the one to carry them. I have never in my life suffered such pain! It made the Cruciatus feel like a mild tickling charm!

In any case. You were born very early this morning. It was about two. I'll have to ask the mediwizard for the precise time. On the positive side of things, I've been guaranteed that the incision won't leave a scar.

One thing that I really want to know is that if you are only seven pounds, how on earth did I gain almost two stone? I mean, you're so little… Sigh. I guess this means I get to spend some more time with Shaylindria whilst she helps me get back into shape. Sixteen inches long. You really are the smallest person I've ever seen.

You have this thick mop of black hair, just like Harry. Your eyes, though, are this weird shade of dark blue. I read that it will take a while for them to change. It's rather interesting. You could end up with grey eyes, like me, green like your dad's, blue like my mother's, or even hazel like Harry's dad. It will be interesting to see what happens.

You have your dad's nose and chin but my cheekbones. You probably will never be very tall. I'm sorry about that. Neither of your parents are very tall. Both of your grandfathers were, though, so it might happen. At least we know you'll be attractive. I mean, with parents like us, how could you be anything but?

Harry left about half an hour ago to go find our friends and let them know we're alright. He should be back soon.

I have to leave off now, love. The mediwitch is insisting I get some sleep. I happen to agree with her.

Love,

Daddy

January 4, 2000

I'm so tired. Why don't you sleep for more than two hours at a stretch? I've got these black circles around my eyes. I look like a ruddy raccoon. Or a panda.

My only consolation is that Harry's as tired as I am. Neither of us are deep sleepers. Shaylindria and Seamus seem to be able to sleep through anything, though it could be because they're on a different floor. Or Seamus set silencing wards. Yeah, I think he probably did that. I wish I could.

I look forward to when you sleep longer. Really, I do.

Love always,

Daddy

January 9, 2000

Have I ever mentioned how much I admire Molly Weasley? She came over yesterday, picked you up, and ordered Harry and me to sleep. Said that we wouldn't be doing you any good by exhausting ourselves. I slept a good fourteen hours. I think Harry managed twelve. We both feel decidedly more human today.

Molly promised to come by and look after you every two days, just so we could get some sleep. I wonder when her birthday is? She deserves something major for helping out like this.

Love,

Daddy

January 16, 2000

Molly managed to guilt-trip Shaylindria and Seamus into helping out more. I could kiss her for that! I actually had time to get caught up on the work for the Manor today. It's making quite a bit of money. I can't believe it took me so long to come up with the idea for a B&B. At least it's going to a good use.

Love,

Daddy

January 22, 2000

Twenty-two days. My, doesn't time fly? You're getting bigger all the time. Your eyes finally started showing their true color, however, we can't seem to figure out what that color is. I think it's hazel, but Harry insists it's grey. I guess only time will tell.

You smiled for the first time today. You have the same dimple that Harry has. It's cute. He was holding you, and you smiled, and then he smiled, and you both had the same little dimple. It was sweet.

Love,

Daddy

January 29, 2000

We've set your naming ceremony for Imbolc.

Now, we just need to agree on the name. I know, I know. We should have had this figured out at least a month ago, but… Well, you don't spend the majority of your relationship as enemies without knowing how to argue. Granted, all that's in the past, but he's still as stubborn, if not more so, as he was back in our first year at Hogwarts. He still wants to name you for his parents, and I don't think we need that sort of a reminder all the bloody time.

Shaylindria understands, bless that Muggle! She's agreed to see if she can talk a bit of sense into your father. We only have two more days, after all.

Love always,

Daddy

February 1, 2000

I suppose I should be grateful. I am, I am, don't get me wrong – but I'm a little upset, too. Bloody middle-name-sneaking-in-git. You father agreed to the name I suggested, but right in the middle of the ceremony, he snuck in that damn name. If you end up going by it, I think I'll end up screaming, I'm sure.

Nathaniel Byron Potter is a noble name. Nathaniel Byron James Potter is just awkward. I hope calling you Nate will stick.

Love always,

Daddy

Finite Incantatem

A/N: I know, it's been a long time coming, and I said in the A/N for the last chapter that there would be another chapter after this one, but... I kinda like where this leaves off. I hope everyone else does, too.