Summary: Ren Smith is a normal boy, until he discovers his powers, a secret his mother kept from him for years, and the truth of what he was.
Rose hauled her trunk up the stairs, taking care to be silent. In her other arm, she carried her son, Ren, short for Taren, meaning Water Lily. She'd taken a lot of care to choose her son's new name. Lots. Because they were stuck with it for the next decade. Doing things the muggle way helped stop her from reaching for her wand, something that she'll not be able to use for the next few years, not if she wants to keep her baby boy safe.
Their new flat was on the third floor of a rundown little building in Cokeworth, near where Rose grew up. Only several streets away from her childhood friend's house, the poor side of the town where her childhood house was located.
The building was old and made out of the same concrete as all the others. While Rose would hate to admit it, she was used to better living conditions. She was born in a middle class family with her father in the government and her mother as high level accountant in a large international company. Speaking of her parents, they were buried in a graveyard not far away. If she wanted she could visit them. Or not. Despite the spells they used to keep their identity secret, people can still follow her home to her son. She can't leave Ren where Death Eaters could find him either. Rose forced herself up the steps, the weight of her precious baby in her arms reminded her just who she was doing this for. She renewed her effort to get up the stairs.
The flat was just as old and rundown as the building itself. Inside were some used furniture from the last owner of the flat. There were some spiders in the corners and the paint was thin in some places, but Rose paid no mind. She carried Harry all the way into the one bedroom where a cot was set in the corner. She tucked him in with the baby blanket that her husband bought when they first found out she was pregnant.
Her husband. She saw him one last time that afternoon, with all their friends and order members. They were throwing a party, celebrating their leaving the hospital after the attack. They probably won't even notice she was gone, if the array of spells she set up to hide them works as they should. Only her husband and Ren's younger twin brother would ever notice their absence.
Rose's heart ached. She wanted to take her other son with her, or have her entire family go into hiding- completely. Not just hiding behind a Fidelius in a wizarding village. But actually living without magic and communication with the Wizarding World until their children was old enough for Hogwarts and could protect themselves. But her husband couldn't bear the thought of life without magic. She couldn't either. But she knew that there was no other choice. Despite Voldemort's defeat, they couldn't let their guard down. She couldn't risk her children's lives.
Rose sighed as she unpacked the trunk and shoved it under the rickety bed. If only he hadn't insisted… Ren's twin brother is going to grow up in the Wizarding World with his father. In Rose's opinion, he was the most at risk one. But her husband made a good argument. The world would notice if he disappeared. She trusted her husband and their friends to keep her son safe. The son she couldn't be there for. Because if Dumbledore was right… She couldn't risk Ren living in Wizarding World. Couldn't risk pureblood sympathizers and Death Eaters planning a joint attack on her, a muggleborn's son. Because if Dumbledore was right… If he was right…
There was no other choice. Rose didn't sleep that night.