wmipart14 The Werewolves' Magic Institute
By Admiral Albia

In which safety is reached and the baby is named.

Disclaimer; I own nothing except the plot and any characters you don't recognize from the books. It's very simple. Jiggy McCue (and the other Musketeers) belong to the great god Michael Lawrence, the rest belongs to the great goddess J.K. Rowling. All lyrics from the musical Anything Goes belong to whoever owns Anything Goes.

My heartfelt gratitude to Caitlin Black. A better beta-reader I could not ask for.

Chapter 13; Cruentus sanguis imperius
"Why are we running?" Ron panted as they made their way through the forest path.
"Because they're chasing us," Mike and Emilily said in unison.
"Why are they chasing us?" Mike asked, just to continue the script.
"Because we're running away," Emilily groaned. "Oh, Lord... I hope the baby survives..."
"Not another one," James moaned.
"`Fraid so."

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By the time they reached the Knight Bus, out of breath and exhausted, everyone was back inside, all the werewolves were asleep on various beds, Harry was asleep on another one and Lily was holding the baby in her arms, looking tired but happy. She looked up as they barged inside.
"She needs a name," she commented quietly.
"I need to knock Sirius out, so can baby naming wait a while, please, Lily? I'm sure he-"
"-she-"
"-she, sorry, can live just as long without a name." James looked out of the window. "Darn. Lily, I need a stinkbomb."
"James!"
"What?"
"This is not the time!"
"Just gimme the damn thing! Thanks." James opened the window and threw the stinkbomb with all the precision of an expert Chaser. There was a long-drawn out howl, then a thud. "Good, he's gone. Mike, can you help me get him in?"
"Sure." Between them, the two men dragged a large unconscious black dog onto the Bus.
"Where d'you wanna go?" Stan asked.
"St. Mungo's Hospital," Lily said. The Knight Bus began to move, and the baby began to scream, waking up everyone but Harry.
"Oh, Christ, she's worse than Moaning Myrtle!" Remus cried, burying his head under the pillow. James and Lily looked at each other.
"Myrtle," they said in unison.
"Well, at least I can fill out her birth certificate now," Lily said with a smile, and produced one from her sleeve, along with a quill and a bottle of ink.
"Oh, no - you are not going to call her Myrtle!"
"We are," James said firmly, and that was the end of that.
"What's the Blacklands curse?" Ron asked suddenly. James bit his lip.
"To be honest, Ron, I don't know. I know that it's a family curse, but that's about it." He sighed. "You'll have to ask Sirius when he comes round. And if you don't then I will, believe me. I just thought it was cruentus sanguis imperius."
"What's that when it's at home?" Neville asked.
"It means bad blood controls. It's like... like those really obscure traditions. Nobody knows how they started and they don't make any sense at all, but they keep doing them in the same old way. So, for example, a descendant of the Malfoy family would have a problem going straight, even if he or she had been brought up as a Weasley."
"It's why people - even Muggles - make such a clear distinction between good and bad witches or wizards," Lily added. "It's kind of ingrained into them."
"Is that why all the Weasleys are Gryffindors, then?" Hermione asked, sounding interested. The adults nodded.
"The hat can see that kind of thing so it knows roughly where you should go, and then it works it out by your character," Emilily said. "Wake me up when we get there, someone." With that, she lay down on a spare bed and fell asleep.
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Harry woke up. Someone had removed his glasses, so he sat up and began to feel around for them. Someone put them on his nose, and the room fell into focus, along with James' face.
"About time too," he said, smiling, "You've been asleep for almost twenty-four hours. How do you feel?"
"Fine," Harry said, surprised. "Absolutely fine. Where am I?"
"St. Mungo's. Lily's gone off for her tea-break."
"Right... what happened?"
"From what I can tell, you collapsed. From what Lily says, you got something long, complicated and Latin, but she's a doctor."
"Uh-huh. Who's there?" Harry pointed to the bed on the opposite side of the room, which was empty.
"Sirius. He's gone off somewhere. Maybe to play with Myrtle."
"Moaning Myrtle?"
"No. Myrtle... oh, you missed all this, didn't you? Myrtle's your new baby sister, courtesy of Lily not telling anyone straight out until her waters broke." James made a face.
"Why Myrtle?"
"Well, we needed a name and Remus said she was worse than Moaning Myrtle, so..." Harry laughed. It was at this moment that Sirius came back in, closely followed by Ron. "You put him up to this, didn't you?" he demnnded of James.
"Put him up to what?"
"All I wanted to know was what the blacklands Curse was," Ron said, sounding puzzled.
"What's the Blacklands curse?" Harry asked. Sirius groaned.
"OK, OK... get everyone who wants to know in herew, because I'll only say this once."
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A/n;I know, it's a short chapter, I'm sorry =( But you've got a nice little cliffie to keep you amused! =)
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