5th June, 1980
Black Manor, Wales
It was a calm night, the one in which it finally happened.
A perfect half-moon in a clear sky full of stars shined over the manor and the surrounding grounds and gardens, illuminating them in delicate light.
Most of the diamond-paned windows were dark – but there, behind the windows of the left wing, up on the second floor of the manor, Regulus Black was anxiously pacing in front of closed intricately decorated double doors. Inside the room behind them, a group of Medi Witches and a Healer were flocking around Jasmine's canopy bed, assisting her during the most important moment of the blonde witch's life.
"I can see the head," the Healer announced. "Keep pushing, But she couldn't relax yet, and once again she pushed.
Jasmine was tired, she could feel her energy levels depleting, her surroundings getting fuzzier with every push she gave, and the Healer's voice sounded muffled to her ears. But she needed to do this, to bring her second child into the world.
Then, as clear as light itself, a desperate wail reached her ears and the blonde witch felt her whole body slump back into the soft mattress. Dazed and exhausted, Jasmine looked around her. Two of the mediwitches near her were quickly at work, while one of them had already started casting scouring charms on her bed, the other was muttering diagnosing charms on the blonde witch.
"My child…" her voice came out meekly but soon after they were in her arms, already clean but still slightly upset. "My little angels," she cooed, her voice trembling from the strong emotions.
Just then, Regulus barged into the room, marching towards his wife and their children.
"Congratulations, . Perfectly healthy child, a boy," the Healer congratulated him from her spot at the foot of the bed, gesturing first towards the boy, cradled in Jasmine's right arm. "You must be really proud of your wife."
"I'll leave you two alone for now, we can discuss their registration afterward. Although all of the other data such as date and time of birth and weight have been already magically registered, we still need their names," the old witch explained before trailing after her team of mediwitches and quietly closing the double doors behind her.
"Regulus," Jasmine began, her voice heavy with emotion. "Look at our angel. Isn't he beautiful?"
The Black Lord wizard let down his regal mask and smiled down at his wife as he placed a kiss on her forehead, caressing her tousled hair with one of his hands – the other was, just as tenderly, caressing the child's heads.
"They really are, Cissy," he nodded. Regulus then moved to pick up his son, cradling him and letting a soft chuckle escape from his lips when he wrapped his tiny hand around the tall wizard's index finger. He looked up to his wife with a proud smile, which was met with a matching one from her.
"You shall be named Harry Sirius Black after your Uncle," Regulus smiled down at his son who was peeking at him behind heavy eyelids. The new father was pleased to see he'd passed down the Black' signature ice grey eyes onto the child.
Jasmine smiled once again at the interaction between her husband and their son, Regulus approached his wife with a sleeping Rigel in his arms and sat beside her, holding her close with his free arm and making their foreheads touch.
And for a while they sat there, basking in the silent joy of the beginning of their new family life. In the privacy of her mind, however, Jasmine couldn't help but feel dread slowly seeping through.
What would be her child's future in this wo