1st August 2021.

I'm coming home, my love. I'd always said I'm coming home. You'll be in my arms in a week.Lorcan.Euphemia Minerva Iris Charlotte Potter, a young woman of nineteen years, stared open mouthed at the piece of grubby parchment. Lorcan was coming home.

Euphemia placed her hand on her stomach, rubbing it gently. Lorcan had been away on business for nearly three months and Euphemia hadn't been feeling the best since. Then, one day, she found out the most terrifying but amazing news Euphemia had ever heard in her life.

She was pregnant.

Euphemia had told her entire family, on her mother's side of the family. They'd all been delighted and the women had immediately dived into nursery planning, while the men discussed names (once they got over the shock that a eighteen year old was pregnant)

Actually, Euphemia's mother just so happened to be Ginny Weasley and her father was Harry Potter.

But Euphemia couldn't remember her parents. They'd been killed in the third Wizarding War, when Euphemia was no more then one year old.

Euphemia had survived that night with no more than a lightening bolt shaped scar on her neck. She hated that scar, because it was a constant reminder of how Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley had been killed that night in the Scottish town of Dowagers. Euphemia had visited Dowagers a few times but she didn't like visiting the village- it gave her the creeps, for no particular reason.

Euphemia had grown up with her godparents, Remus Lupin and Minerva McGonagall. They loved Euphemia like their own daughter and Euphemia couldn't wish for more loving godparents.

Euphemia, not surprisedly, had seven bloody siblings! Her mother was a Weasley, so no one found that surprising.

Euphemia had two older sisters and five older brothers, who drove Euphemia completely mad but she loved James Sirius Henry Rubeus, Albus Ronald Daniel, Lily Luna Hermione, Arthur Johnathan Charlus, Remus Harold Edward, Molly Isobel Emily and her twin brother Neville Fleamont Jackson Potter just the way they were, no matter how much they annoyed Euphemia.

Euphemia sighed happily and put the kettle on. Time for a cup of tea.

"So Lorcan's coming home?" Minerva McGonagall said later on in the day. Euphemia smiled and sipped her tea.

"Yes, I can't believe it! I expected another month or so." Euphemia said happily. Minerva smiled at Euphemia.

"Have you told him yet?" She asked. Euphemia shook her head, a huge grin permanently plastered on her face.

"No, damnit." Euphemia said.

"Any names?" Minerva asked. Euphemia smiled.

"Alexander Fleamont for a boy." Euphemia said. Minerva's face softened slightly. "And Minerva Isobel for a girl."

Minerva's eyes widened.

"Are you sure?" She asked.

"Absolutely fucking positive."

"Euphemia."

"Sorry Minnie!"

8th August 2021.

Euphemia sat in the front garden one night, half an hour before midnight, her eyes closed, her hand on her stomach.

Fifteen minutes. The wind blew around Euphemia's face, blowing her whiskey coloured hair in her face.

Ten minutes. It started to rain, tiny drops of water beating Euphemia's face. Was that the leaves, rustling against the walls of the cottage?

Five minutes. Euphemia had the feeling of someone standing behind her. Someone was standing behind her!

"Euphemia." Lorcan Scamander said from behind her.

Euphemia spun around to see Lorcan Scamander, alive and safe.

"Lorcan." She whispered. "You're home!" And Euphemia threw herself on Lorcan, sobbing her heart out.

"I always said I'd coming home." Lorcan said, his fingers entwined with Euphemia's hair, her leg's wrapped around Lorcan's waist.

Then Lorcan realized it was time. Time to do something he'd wanted to do for a few months now.

"Marry me." Lorcan said, looking directly into Euphemia's eyes.

"What?" Euphemia gasped.

"Euphemia Minerva Iris Charlotte Potter, I don't fucking care if we're in the pouring rain." Lorcan said, grabbing a tiny black box out of his pocket and getting down on his knee. "Will you marry me? And become Euphemia Scamander?"

Euphemia's eyes leaked tears.

"Yes, yes, yes! I'm going to be Euphemia Scamander! Yes!" Euphemia shrieked happily as Lorcan slipped the sapphire blue ring on her finger.

Neither Lorcan nor Euphemia cared that they were in the pouring rain, they danced in the dark, barefoot in the grass.

"Lorcan?"

"Yes love?"

"I'm pregnant."

"What?"

"Engaged?"

Neville Potter stared at his younger twin sister, his mouth open with shock.

"Yup!" Euphemia said, grinning at her five minutes older brother.

"First you get pregnant." Neville gestured towards Euphemia's slightly producing stomach."And now you get bloody engaged."

"Yes, Nev, that's what I just told you." Euphemia said, rolling her eyes.

"Do I have to lose my baby sister so early?" Neville grumbled.

"Unfortunately yes."

11th March 2022.

Euphemia woke up, a gripping pain in her completely swollen stomach. A leak of water between her legs brought her to something terrifyingly amazing.

"Lorcan?" Euphemia called, frightened.

"Yes Effie?" Lorcan said, coming into the room.

"The baby's coming."

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