Survivor!
By Marina
A/N: This fanfic does NOT have anything to do with the TV series; I never even watched it. But, please read, and IF you like it and IF you want to, you can review, but I'm not forcing anyone! Oh, and another thing. This is the sequel to The Norns. Sirius and Daisy are engaged, already have a daughter, and are expecting another by the time Lily and James die, and Remus and Iris are married, and also are expecting a baby.
Disclaimers: I think I only own Miranda Whitehorse or Miranda (as in the main character), and a few of the Muggles, but they're not in this chapter. Everything else belongs to JKR. Oh, yes, I've decided to use Daisy and Iris from my fanfic, The Norns. The prologue starts in 1981.
Prologue (August- December 1981)
August 1981
Lily put Harry to bed, and smiled down at her beautiful one-year-old child. He looked so peaceful.so like James, though he had her eyes. She kissed him on the cheek, and read him a story, and by the time she had finished, he had fallen asleep, snoring slightly, with a sweet expression on his face. She touched his cheek, and kissed him once more. Then, she went downstairs to James, who was sitting on the sofa, talking to Sirius and Remus, who had come round just for the sake of it. They had brought with them, Daisy and Iris; Daisy was Sirius' fiancée, and Iris was Remus' wife, who was heavily pregnant, and they were also Lily's best friends, and happened to be twins. When she came in, she was glowing with excitement, and James looked up at her, love shining in his eyes, somehow knowing she had something important to tell him. Everyone went silent waiting for the important announcement, they were sure Lily was about to make.
"James, come in the kitchen, and put on the kettle." James followed her obediently into the kitchen, after giving Sirius an expression that clearly said: "What the hell?"
He was about to switch on the kettle, when Lily stopped him.
"Silly! I didn't really want to make tea!" She laughed, and kissed him affectionately. She put her arms around her neck, and whispered her big news to him. He stared at her, smiling, grinning from ear to ear. "I wanted to tell you first, and now we can tell the Marauder's Flowers! We'll tell Wormtail in the morning," she added, remembering that Peter wasn't there. James nodded, and they went back into the living room, hand in hand.
"Look at Lily!" He announced dramatically. "And tell me, how many people you see?"
They all stared at James with strange expressions on their faces, all doubting his sanity, then looked at Lily as James had told them to.
"Well, I only see Lily!" Remus remarked.
Unperturbed, James said: "I see two!"
They all stared in silence, at each other, at James then at Lily, and back at each other again.
"Either James has been sniffing potions again, or Lily's pregnant," Sirius stated. Then it dawned on him, and everyone else. They began to congratulate James and Lily, and crowded around, patting Lily's stomach, like people always do around mothers-to-be. (A/N: Isn't that strange. I mean, I know that's where the woman is carrying the child, but would YOU want someone staring at your stomach, especially if it's bit rounder than it usually is?)
Everyone else started congratulating the couple, and Iris spoke up: "Do you know if Harry is going to have a brother or sister?" Lily shook her head.
"I'm only four months pregnant!" She replied. "And besides, I want to find out on the day!"
Halloween 1981:
Lily sat reading a book to Harry, as James was downstairs reading the Daily Prophet. They had no need to worry. Peter was their Secret Keeper now that Sirius had come up with the plan to bluff Voldemort into thinking that he was the Secret Keeper. Lily didn't want to suspect any of her friends, neither did James, but it was Dark Times. They would've picked Remus, but Iris was due any minute to give birth, and both Lily and James had decided to not put any pressure on either. Daisy was now, also pregnant, so she couldn't do the job, and Sirius had said that Voldemort would never think to go to Wormtail; he had been bottom in the class at everything, and not strong enough to join the Death Eaters.
Harry was just drifting off into sleep, when suddenly Lily heard James yell out to her, and she started to panic. What was happening? Harry started to cry, and she tried to make him stop, but she couldn't. He knew, like she did, that something bad was happening; had Voldemort found Peter and forced him to tell him where the Potter's were? Or had there been no resistance..? Lily shook that thought right out of her head, and picked her baby son up, and held onto him tightly, swaying and singing softly to him.
"It's OK, Harry," she kept crooning, though how could she tell Harry that when she wasn't so sure of it herself?
"Lily, take Harry and go! It's Him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off-" She heard her beloved's voice then a high pitched evil laughter, which made her go cold, and grip tighter to Harry, kissing him, telling him she loved him. She tried to move, but she couldn't. Then she heard it, loud into the night:
"Aveda Kedavra!"
She could almost see James fall to the floor at a flash of green light, could almost feel his dead, crumpled body gone cold. She stifled a sob, and finally tried to run to the window, but she had hardly moved one step, when Harry's door flung open, and a tall, hooded figure came in. Tall, thin and skeletal. She looked into the evil face, the face that had been her husband's murderer. She was looking into the face, which James had last seen.
The man stepped nearer, and she blocked Harry from his view. He tried to push past her, to kill her son, but she screamed, sobbing.
"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"
"Stand aside, you silly girl.stand aside, now." She could hardly hear Voldemort; her brain was numb. Why was he trying to kill Harry, why? He was just a one-year-old child? What could he possibly do to Voldemort? Why didn't he just kill her and leave Harry. She was prepared to sacrifice herself for her son.
"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead-" If she died, she would be with James again, and Harry wouldn't be killed, he'd be fine. She was going to die for her son, she was going to sacrifice herself for Harry, like James did for Harry and herself, so they could get away, and be safe. She knew she had no chance to survive; she wanted Harry to live. She had forgotten about the child she was expecting; all she could think about was Harry.
Voldemort didn't need telling twice. He raised his wand, and saw the hatred and determination in Lily's eyes. He realized that she was sacrificing herself to protect Harry, but he thought she was foolish; he was going to kill Harry anyway, it would be a lot easier with Lily out of the way.
"Aveda Kedavra!"
She crumpled, and fell to the ground, but, when he turned his wand on Harry and performed Aveda Kedavra for the third time that night, he was shocked to see the infant didn't fall down dead, and before he had time to think, the spell had rebounded upon himself, then everything went black, but he knew, somehow, that he wasn't dead.
November 1981
It had been two weeks since Lily and James had been killed, and since Peter had been "murdered" and Sirius been cornered by the Ministry. Remus, Iris and Daisy, and a few friends of Lily and James were at Lily and James' funeral. Petunia had come, but she looked around angrily, glaring. She had only come, because her mother had told her to come. Pamela Evans had told Petunia to bring Harry to the funeral, so he could say his last goodbyes to his parents, though he had no idea what was happening. Pamela cried as she saw her dead daughter's coffin buried in her grave (A/N: I've never been to a funeral, so this might be a bit inaccurate), and she felt even more ill than she had been recently. She knew she was dying; that was why she couldn't look after her grandson. She wept as the minister read from the bible, and cried for Lily, for James, for the child that Lily was expecting (who was most probably dead), and for everyone there.
There was no one from James' family; his parents had been killed the year before, and his sister Margot had gone mad when she found out that James had been killed; he was her only living relative besides Harry, and James had been taken from her, and she was all alone in the world now.
Albus Dumbledore stood silent, looking around at what remained of the Marauder's Flowers, and he felt a tear trickle down his cheek. They had all been so lively, so full of fun at Hogwarts, and had been forever in detention, and being sent to his office. They were clever as well. Now only three remained untouched by Voldemort and the Dark Order; sure, Sirius was alive, but he was in Azkaban. Dumbledore had seen many people torn apart by Voldemort; families, lovers and friends. He knew that Voldemort was now gone; but, for how long? The old man watched Harry pull his Aunt's hair, she looked sour, and eager to leave. Had he made the right decision in leaving Harry to live with the Dursleys?
Remus, Daisy and Iris were silent. Daisy silently fumed; her fiancée had practically killed Lily and James. And now, they were gone. What had happened to the Marauder's Flowers? Why did everything have to be this way? They should all be together, all alive, all having fun, and having laughs, like they used to. Damn Voldemort! At least he'd finally got what he deserved.
Remus, Iris and Daisy were in remembrance of what they'd been like all of them, alive. It was too painful. Then Remus had to stand to make his speech. His legs shook as he went up.
"Hello, my name is Remus Lupin," he began feebly. "Well, here I am, at two of the greatest, nicest, funniest people's funerals, and it shouldn't be this way. It shouldn't! Why does it have to be that they're dead? They didn't deserve to die!" He broke down into tears, and tried to continue with his speech, almost incoherent, over his racking sobs. "Lily and James, Rose, Daisy, Iris, Sirius, Peter and I were the best of friends. We were the pranksters of our school, we were also pretty smart, and we had such good times. We were always there for each other. I have so many good memories, of all of us. And that hurts more than the painful. I'm not sure if I will ever get over this; most people hurt, then the pain starts to weaken, but I don't think that will happen to me. I'm sorry, but I can't say anything anymore."
Iris and Daisy stood up, but they couldn't say anything; they just cried, and cried.
December 1981
Miranda Whitehorse was a muggle, and she was in the cemetery where Lily and James had been buried. She had gone to tend to her father's grave, the one next to the Potter's. She stopped, and read their double grave.
"Twenty?" She murmured to herself. "Too young, too young to die."
Miranda was about forty with short black hair, which was beginning to grow some grey hairs in. Her eyes were brown, and she had a very good sense of hearing. Suddenly, she heard a baby crying. She realised, after a while, that it came from the grave, which was Lily's.
Startled and shocked, she didn't have to run far before she found a grave tender, and told him what she had heard. He looked cynical, but when she led him to the Potter's grave, and he heard for himself, he believed her, and started digging, carefully.
"What are you doing?" It was Daisy, who had come up to tend to Lily and James' grave, and was shocked to find someone digging it up.
"Listen, missy," the grave tender said, pausing from his digging. "Just listen. What do ya hear?"
Daisy gasped. It was a baby crying. Lily's baby, the one she had been expecting before Voldemort killed her!
"Oh my God! Listen, I'm a friend of Lily and James, and they were expecting a baby before they were murdered! You've got to dig faster, but be careful!" She added. The grave tender finally stopped digging, and he carefully opened up Lily's coffin. She hadn't decayed; she looked just the way they'd found her; auburn hair, green eyes wide, skin cold, and mouth opened, spread like an eagle. It scared Daisy, and she realised she was crying. Then, she saw it- a baby, small and tiny, it seemed, but it was a baby girl. She picked it up, conjured up some scissors, without the Muggles seeing, and she cut the umbilical cord. She wrapped the girl in a spare robe she'd packed in her bag for her daughter, Claudette, and hugged her. She put her down onto the earth, and suddenly hugged Lily's dead body, sobbing.
"'Ere, I remember you." The gravedigger said. "You was at these people's funeral, weren't'cha? You and your sister cried, and so did so other guy, and you couldn't do ya speeches without cryin'."
Daisy nodded. "Could I please look after my friend's child; I feel I owe it them. I'll adopt her. I'll even name her after you," she added to the woman.
"Yes, of course. After all, I was the one who alerted this young man. My name is Miranda."
"Thank you Miranda and-"
"Guy." The grave tender replied.
"Thank you Miranda and Guy," Daisy finished. "I shall go to the Adoption centre now, and I would like it if you two came with me.
So, they went to the village adoption centre, explained their case, and then Daisy adopted Miranda.
"I shall call her Miranda Lily Potter," Daisy said, looking at the little Miranda. "My daughter Claudette would just so adore her." Miranda Whitehorse nodded, and left. Guy went back to the cemetery, to patch up Lily's grave, and later, Daisy came back, to tend to the grave and add a new arrangement of flowers. When she got back home, she found that Remus was there, and told him about what she'd found at the cemetery. Miranda fascinated Claudette, though it turned out that Remus wasn't there for a social call; Iris had been taken to the Hospital.
"But it's too early for the baby to be born!" Daisy exclaimed. Then she saw Remus' distraught face, and realised.
"She's had a miscarriage," he explained. They both Apparated to St Mungos, to find Iris distraught, they tried to comfort her, but she was inconsolable. Daisy had brought Claudette and Miranda, but when she tried to tell Iris about the miracle she had found at Lily and James' grave, Iris couldn't hear her; she was too busy crying. Remus and Daisy were led out of the hospital, when the visiting hour was over, and they were both angry at being refused to stay to be with Iris; "How can they stop ME from visiting MY twin?" Daisy raged. But, they refused point-blank to let them back in again, after they argued with a witch in the waiting room.
***
Remus was staying at Daisy's house, helping her to look after Miranda and Claudette; she was too pregnant by now to do too much work. Then, one day, they got the letter:
Dear Mr Lupin, and Miss Daffodilla, We are sorry to tell you that Mrs Iris Lupin died last night; she slit her wrists, being so depressed after her miscarriage.
They couldn't read anymore. They cried all day, they both felt as if they'd lost half of themselves.
"Why does everything have to be this way?" Remus wailed.
Daisy thought. "Perhaps it's because we meddled in things we should not have." Remus looked up. "Remember, the Norns? They control Fate, but we tried to do their job. If only."
A/N: I've decided to stop there, before I go totally off the plot. At some points, I have been feeling totally emotional as I wrote this. Mind you, yesterday I started crying as we sang a Christmas carol! Review if you like it!
By Marina
A/N: This fanfic does NOT have anything to do with the TV series; I never even watched it. But, please read, and IF you like it and IF you want to, you can review, but I'm not forcing anyone! Oh, and another thing. This is the sequel to The Norns. Sirius and Daisy are engaged, already have a daughter, and are expecting another by the time Lily and James die, and Remus and Iris are married, and also are expecting a baby.
Disclaimers: I think I only own Miranda Whitehorse or Miranda (as in the main character), and a few of the Muggles, but they're not in this chapter. Everything else belongs to JKR. Oh, yes, I've decided to use Daisy and Iris from my fanfic, The Norns. The prologue starts in 1981.
Prologue (August- December 1981)
August 1981
Lily put Harry to bed, and smiled down at her beautiful one-year-old child. He looked so peaceful.so like James, though he had her eyes. She kissed him on the cheek, and read him a story, and by the time she had finished, he had fallen asleep, snoring slightly, with a sweet expression on his face. She touched his cheek, and kissed him once more. Then, she went downstairs to James, who was sitting on the sofa, talking to Sirius and Remus, who had come round just for the sake of it. They had brought with them, Daisy and Iris; Daisy was Sirius' fiancée, and Iris was Remus' wife, who was heavily pregnant, and they were also Lily's best friends, and happened to be twins. When she came in, she was glowing with excitement, and James looked up at her, love shining in his eyes, somehow knowing she had something important to tell him. Everyone went silent waiting for the important announcement, they were sure Lily was about to make.
"James, come in the kitchen, and put on the kettle." James followed her obediently into the kitchen, after giving Sirius an expression that clearly said: "What the hell?"
He was about to switch on the kettle, when Lily stopped him.
"Silly! I didn't really want to make tea!" She laughed, and kissed him affectionately. She put her arms around her neck, and whispered her big news to him. He stared at her, smiling, grinning from ear to ear. "I wanted to tell you first, and now we can tell the Marauder's Flowers! We'll tell Wormtail in the morning," she added, remembering that Peter wasn't there. James nodded, and they went back into the living room, hand in hand.
"Look at Lily!" He announced dramatically. "And tell me, how many people you see?"
They all stared at James with strange expressions on their faces, all doubting his sanity, then looked at Lily as James had told them to.
"Well, I only see Lily!" Remus remarked.
Unperturbed, James said: "I see two!"
They all stared in silence, at each other, at James then at Lily, and back at each other again.
"Either James has been sniffing potions again, or Lily's pregnant," Sirius stated. Then it dawned on him, and everyone else. They began to congratulate James and Lily, and crowded around, patting Lily's stomach, like people always do around mothers-to-be. (A/N: Isn't that strange. I mean, I know that's where the woman is carrying the child, but would YOU want someone staring at your stomach, especially if it's bit rounder than it usually is?)
Everyone else started congratulating the couple, and Iris spoke up: "Do you know if Harry is going to have a brother or sister?" Lily shook her head.
"I'm only four months pregnant!" She replied. "And besides, I want to find out on the day!"
Halloween 1981:
Lily sat reading a book to Harry, as James was downstairs reading the Daily Prophet. They had no need to worry. Peter was their Secret Keeper now that Sirius had come up with the plan to bluff Voldemort into thinking that he was the Secret Keeper. Lily didn't want to suspect any of her friends, neither did James, but it was Dark Times. They would've picked Remus, but Iris was due any minute to give birth, and both Lily and James had decided to not put any pressure on either. Daisy was now, also pregnant, so she couldn't do the job, and Sirius had said that Voldemort would never think to go to Wormtail; he had been bottom in the class at everything, and not strong enough to join the Death Eaters.
Harry was just drifting off into sleep, when suddenly Lily heard James yell out to her, and she started to panic. What was happening? Harry started to cry, and she tried to make him stop, but she couldn't. He knew, like she did, that something bad was happening; had Voldemort found Peter and forced him to tell him where the Potter's were? Or had there been no resistance..? Lily shook that thought right out of her head, and picked her baby son up, and held onto him tightly, swaying and singing softly to him.
"It's OK, Harry," she kept crooning, though how could she tell Harry that when she wasn't so sure of it herself?
"Lily, take Harry and go! It's Him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off-" She heard her beloved's voice then a high pitched evil laughter, which made her go cold, and grip tighter to Harry, kissing him, telling him she loved him. She tried to move, but she couldn't. Then she heard it, loud into the night:
"Aveda Kedavra!"
She could almost see James fall to the floor at a flash of green light, could almost feel his dead, crumpled body gone cold. She stifled a sob, and finally tried to run to the window, but she had hardly moved one step, when Harry's door flung open, and a tall, hooded figure came in. Tall, thin and skeletal. She looked into the evil face, the face that had been her husband's murderer. She was looking into the face, which James had last seen.
The man stepped nearer, and she blocked Harry from his view. He tried to push past her, to kill her son, but she screamed, sobbing.
"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"
"Stand aside, you silly girl.stand aside, now." She could hardly hear Voldemort; her brain was numb. Why was he trying to kill Harry, why? He was just a one-year-old child? What could he possibly do to Voldemort? Why didn't he just kill her and leave Harry. She was prepared to sacrifice herself for her son.
"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead-" If she died, she would be with James again, and Harry wouldn't be killed, he'd be fine. She was going to die for her son, she was going to sacrifice herself for Harry, like James did for Harry and herself, so they could get away, and be safe. She knew she had no chance to survive; she wanted Harry to live. She had forgotten about the child she was expecting; all she could think about was Harry.
Voldemort didn't need telling twice. He raised his wand, and saw the hatred and determination in Lily's eyes. He realized that she was sacrificing herself to protect Harry, but he thought she was foolish; he was going to kill Harry anyway, it would be a lot easier with Lily out of the way.
"Aveda Kedavra!"
She crumpled, and fell to the ground, but, when he turned his wand on Harry and performed Aveda Kedavra for the third time that night, he was shocked to see the infant didn't fall down dead, and before he had time to think, the spell had rebounded upon himself, then everything went black, but he knew, somehow, that he wasn't dead.
November 1981
It had been two weeks since Lily and James had been killed, and since Peter had been "murdered" and Sirius been cornered by the Ministry. Remus, Iris and Daisy, and a few friends of Lily and James were at Lily and James' funeral. Petunia had come, but she looked around angrily, glaring. She had only come, because her mother had told her to come. Pamela Evans had told Petunia to bring Harry to the funeral, so he could say his last goodbyes to his parents, though he had no idea what was happening. Pamela cried as she saw her dead daughter's coffin buried in her grave (A/N: I've never been to a funeral, so this might be a bit inaccurate), and she felt even more ill than she had been recently. She knew she was dying; that was why she couldn't look after her grandson. She wept as the minister read from the bible, and cried for Lily, for James, for the child that Lily was expecting (who was most probably dead), and for everyone there.
There was no one from James' family; his parents had been killed the year before, and his sister Margot had gone mad when she found out that James had been killed; he was her only living relative besides Harry, and James had been taken from her, and she was all alone in the world now.
Albus Dumbledore stood silent, looking around at what remained of the Marauder's Flowers, and he felt a tear trickle down his cheek. They had all been so lively, so full of fun at Hogwarts, and had been forever in detention, and being sent to his office. They were clever as well. Now only three remained untouched by Voldemort and the Dark Order; sure, Sirius was alive, but he was in Azkaban. Dumbledore had seen many people torn apart by Voldemort; families, lovers and friends. He knew that Voldemort was now gone; but, for how long? The old man watched Harry pull his Aunt's hair, she looked sour, and eager to leave. Had he made the right decision in leaving Harry to live with the Dursleys?
Remus, Daisy and Iris were silent. Daisy silently fumed; her fiancée had practically killed Lily and James. And now, they were gone. What had happened to the Marauder's Flowers? Why did everything have to be this way? They should all be together, all alive, all having fun, and having laughs, like they used to. Damn Voldemort! At least he'd finally got what he deserved.
Remus, Iris and Daisy were in remembrance of what they'd been like all of them, alive. It was too painful. Then Remus had to stand to make his speech. His legs shook as he went up.
"Hello, my name is Remus Lupin," he began feebly. "Well, here I am, at two of the greatest, nicest, funniest people's funerals, and it shouldn't be this way. It shouldn't! Why does it have to be that they're dead? They didn't deserve to die!" He broke down into tears, and tried to continue with his speech, almost incoherent, over his racking sobs. "Lily and James, Rose, Daisy, Iris, Sirius, Peter and I were the best of friends. We were the pranksters of our school, we were also pretty smart, and we had such good times. We were always there for each other. I have so many good memories, of all of us. And that hurts more than the painful. I'm not sure if I will ever get over this; most people hurt, then the pain starts to weaken, but I don't think that will happen to me. I'm sorry, but I can't say anything anymore."
Iris and Daisy stood up, but they couldn't say anything; they just cried, and cried.
December 1981
Miranda Whitehorse was a muggle, and she was in the cemetery where Lily and James had been buried. She had gone to tend to her father's grave, the one next to the Potter's. She stopped, and read their double grave.
"Twenty?" She murmured to herself. "Too young, too young to die."
Miranda was about forty with short black hair, which was beginning to grow some grey hairs in. Her eyes were brown, and she had a very good sense of hearing. Suddenly, she heard a baby crying. She realised, after a while, that it came from the grave, which was Lily's.
Startled and shocked, she didn't have to run far before she found a grave tender, and told him what she had heard. He looked cynical, but when she led him to the Potter's grave, and he heard for himself, he believed her, and started digging, carefully.
"What are you doing?" It was Daisy, who had come up to tend to Lily and James' grave, and was shocked to find someone digging it up.
"Listen, missy," the grave tender said, pausing from his digging. "Just listen. What do ya hear?"
Daisy gasped. It was a baby crying. Lily's baby, the one she had been expecting before Voldemort killed her!
"Oh my God! Listen, I'm a friend of Lily and James, and they were expecting a baby before they were murdered! You've got to dig faster, but be careful!" She added. The grave tender finally stopped digging, and he carefully opened up Lily's coffin. She hadn't decayed; she looked just the way they'd found her; auburn hair, green eyes wide, skin cold, and mouth opened, spread like an eagle. It scared Daisy, and she realised she was crying. Then, she saw it- a baby, small and tiny, it seemed, but it was a baby girl. She picked it up, conjured up some scissors, without the Muggles seeing, and she cut the umbilical cord. She wrapped the girl in a spare robe she'd packed in her bag for her daughter, Claudette, and hugged her. She put her down onto the earth, and suddenly hugged Lily's dead body, sobbing.
"'Ere, I remember you." The gravedigger said. "You was at these people's funeral, weren't'cha? You and your sister cried, and so did so other guy, and you couldn't do ya speeches without cryin'."
Daisy nodded. "Could I please look after my friend's child; I feel I owe it them. I'll adopt her. I'll even name her after you," she added to the woman.
"Yes, of course. After all, I was the one who alerted this young man. My name is Miranda."
"Thank you Miranda and-"
"Guy." The grave tender replied.
"Thank you Miranda and Guy," Daisy finished. "I shall go to the Adoption centre now, and I would like it if you two came with me.
So, they went to the village adoption centre, explained their case, and then Daisy adopted Miranda.
"I shall call her Miranda Lily Potter," Daisy said, looking at the little Miranda. "My daughter Claudette would just so adore her." Miranda Whitehorse nodded, and left. Guy went back to the cemetery, to patch up Lily's grave, and later, Daisy came back, to tend to the grave and add a new arrangement of flowers. When she got back home, she found that Remus was there, and told him about what she'd found at the cemetery. Miranda fascinated Claudette, though it turned out that Remus wasn't there for a social call; Iris had been taken to the Hospital.
"But it's too early for the baby to be born!" Daisy exclaimed. Then she saw Remus' distraught face, and realised.
"She's had a miscarriage," he explained. They both Apparated to St Mungos, to find Iris distraught, they tried to comfort her, but she was inconsolable. Daisy had brought Claudette and Miranda, but when she tried to tell Iris about the miracle she had found at Lily and James' grave, Iris couldn't hear her; she was too busy crying. Remus and Daisy were led out of the hospital, when the visiting hour was over, and they were both angry at being refused to stay to be with Iris; "How can they stop ME from visiting MY twin?" Daisy raged. But, they refused point-blank to let them back in again, after they argued with a witch in the waiting room.
***
Remus was staying at Daisy's house, helping her to look after Miranda and Claudette; she was too pregnant by now to do too much work. Then, one day, they got the letter:
Dear Mr Lupin, and Miss Daffodilla, We are sorry to tell you that Mrs Iris Lupin died last night; she slit her wrists, being so depressed after her miscarriage.
They couldn't read anymore. They cried all day, they both felt as if they'd lost half of themselves.
"Why does everything have to be this way?" Remus wailed.
Daisy thought. "Perhaps it's because we meddled in things we should not have." Remus looked up. "Remember, the Norns? They control Fate, but we tried to do their job. If only."
A/N: I've decided to stop there, before I go totally off the plot. At some points, I have been feeling totally emotional as I wrote this. Mind you, yesterday I started crying as we sang a Christmas carol! Review if you like it!