Sometimes legacies are handed down, other times they remain with a single
person. My legacy would not be handed down, it would remain at my side,
changing and growing but never leaving.
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Seamus stood in the front room of his massive house and blinked several times. It occurred to him that he had absolutely no idea what to do with a baby. He lifted up the reciever on the telephone, the house had been left to him by his father and it was furnished with both Muggle and magical artifacts. He dialed Hannah Abbott's number and waited for her to pick up.
"Hello?"
"Uh, hi. Hannah."
"Seamus?"
"Uh, yeah. I, uh, I kind of need your help here."
"I'll be there in ten."
He paced in the front foyer with the baby in his arms until Hannah arrived.
"I got here as fast as I could, what is it-OH MY GOD! SEAMUS IS THAT A CHILD?"
"Well, yes."
"Is it yours?"
"In a manner of speaking, yes."
"What do you mean? Is the bay yours or isn't it?"
"Well, it's Harry's baby, but he's quite dead and it turns out I'm the guardian of it."
"Her."
"What?"
"The baby is a her, not an it."
"Right. Hannah, I need help. Badly."
"Right. Okay. First of all, we need to get this house baby-proofed, I can take my wand to it, get it done in no time. Next, you need to get her clothes, nappies, a crib-"
"I don't believe this, bloody hell. Shouldn't they have sent this stuff with her?"
"They should have but they didn't, you have enough money to toss around anyway."
"Oh look, we have some digestives for her to eat..."
"Seamus no! She's only six months old, you can't give a six month old digestives or biscuits, or anything solid!"
"This is going to be a long haul, isn't it?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~REAL LIFE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Seamus stood in the front room of his massive house and blinked several times. It occurred to him that he had absolutely no idea what to do with a baby. He lifted up the reciever on the telephone, the house had been left to him by his father and it was furnished with both Muggle and magical artifacts. He dialed Hannah Abbott's number and waited for her to pick up.
"Hello?"
"Uh, hi. Hannah."
"Seamus?"
"Uh, yeah. I, uh, I kind of need your help here."
"I'll be there in ten."
He paced in the front foyer with the baby in his arms until Hannah arrived.
"I got here as fast as I could, what is it-OH MY GOD! SEAMUS IS THAT A CHILD?"
"Well, yes."
"Is it yours?"
"In a manner of speaking, yes."
"What do you mean? Is the bay yours or isn't it?"
"Well, it's Harry's baby, but he's quite dead and it turns out I'm the guardian of it."
"Her."
"What?"
"The baby is a her, not an it."
"Right. Hannah, I need help. Badly."
"Right. Okay. First of all, we need to get this house baby-proofed, I can take my wand to it, get it done in no time. Next, you need to get her clothes, nappies, a crib-"
"I don't believe this, bloody hell. Shouldn't they have sent this stuff with her?"
"They should have but they didn't, you have enough money to toss around anyway."
"Oh look, we have some digestives for her to eat..."
"Seamus no! She's only six months old, you can't give a six month old digestives or biscuits, or anything solid!"
"This is going to be a long haul, isn't it?"