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All credit to JK Rowling.
An owl swooped low over Minerva McGonagall's desk dropping a heavy blue envelope onto a stack of transfiguration papers and narrowly missing her cup of tea. Minerva picked up the envelope and smiled, recognizing the handwriting instantly - she received letters from the Potters at least once a month. Slicing the top of the envelope with her letter opener, Minerva tipped the contents onto her desk. It contained two things. One was a beautiful card written in exquisite calligraphy proclaiming the words:
Mr & Mrs H Potter are proud to announce the birth of their son James Sirius Potter. You are cordially invited to attend a celebration of his birth, to be held this coming Saturday at the Burrow, 2pm. Please send response by return owl to Mrs Molly Weasley.
Minerva smiled, she would, of course, be in attendance. Her eyes fell upon the second item that had fallen out of the envelope. It was a photo of a tiny baby boy giggling and waving his chubby fists at the camera. Even from the photo, Minerva could detect that mischievous sparkle in the child's eyes - his name may be Potter, but with that mischievous sparkle, he may as well have been a Weasley. Oh for the love of Merlin... She looked at the card again. "JAMES SIRIUS." She said aloud to herself, shaking her head in disbelief. A Weasley and a Marauder. No way was she suffering through yet another generation of pranksters. It was time to start taking it easy and begin looking for a replacement Transfiguration professor. She had plenty of time, eleven years should be sufficient...