The Sword that is Not a Sword
Disclaimer: Wish I did, but I don't. Wish I could, but I can't. I don't own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does. Therefore, you have no cause to sue me. I am merely trying to amuse my extremely sick mind.
Part 5: Why He Called her Mama, Another Potter, and Gareth Goes to School (A/N: Needless to say, this chapter covers a lot of time. Three years, anyway.)
"And so he calls me Mama," Guenevere finished. I stared at her in shock. All this time, she had had a secret child. She had never told us! But then again, I couldn't really blame her. If I'd had an illegitimate child, I wouldn't exactly tell everyone about him, either. That reminded me about the child I carried. "Lily? Is something wrong?" Guenevere asked, concerned. "I was going to tell him tonight." "Tell who what?" "Guenevere.I'm pregnant again."
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A year later, Guenevere returned from another mission. "Hi, Lily!" she called. "How are you?" "Fine.you missed it." "I know.and I'm sorry. Is this one a son or a daughter?" "Daughter. Her name is Crystal." "And what does Gareth think of this all?" "I think he finds it very amusing," Lily said, laughing. Guenevere laughed. "He would." "How long are you with us this time?" "I only get a week." Lily looked dismayed. "Only a week?" "Sorry. But there's nothing I can do, you know that." "I know. But still." "You'd like to keep me for longer, wouldn't you." "Yeah." There was a long, tense pause. Finally, to break the silence, as well as genuine intent, Guenevere asked to see the baby. "Sure," Lily whispered.
Crystal was a quiet baby. She had reddish hair, and blue eyes. Over the next few years, she only became more and more like her mother. Perhaps the tranquil, quiet environment of the home in the aspen grove contributed to it, but it was most likely in her nature.
Gareth was 11, and Crystal was four. Guenevere was home for another brief visit: this one a month. Everyone's mood seemed to improve when Guenevere was home. Perhaps it was because they knew that, for a while at least, her life wasn't in nearly as much danger. And besides, when Dalamar was tense, as he invariably was when Guenevere was away, the house seemed dark, shadowed, dead, though the house was made of living trees. "Gwen!" Lily shouted, running up and hugging Guenevere, who obligingly hugged her in return. "Please don't call me Gwen, Lily." "Sorry. I forgot. Forgive?" "Of course." Putting their arms around the other's shoulders, they walked into the house. "So how's everything? How are Father and the kids?" "Fine. Gareth got his letter." "Of course. Have you and Father taken him to get his things yet?" "We decided to wait for you." "Thank you. It's an important part of my son's life." "Anytime."
"Speak of the devil, where is he?" "With Crystal and your father. And here they come now." "Mother!" "Auntie!!!!" "Hello, Guenevere. How are you?" "Fine, and yourself?" "Fine." "Crystal, you look beautiful. Calm down, Gareth. It's not that big an issue." Everyone was smiling. Guenevere was home.
Disclaimer: Wish I did, but I don't. Wish I could, but I can't. I don't own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does. Therefore, you have no cause to sue me. I am merely trying to amuse my extremely sick mind.
Part 5: Why He Called her Mama, Another Potter, and Gareth Goes to School (A/N: Needless to say, this chapter covers a lot of time. Three years, anyway.)
"And so he calls me Mama," Guenevere finished. I stared at her in shock. All this time, she had had a secret child. She had never told us! But then again, I couldn't really blame her. If I'd had an illegitimate child, I wouldn't exactly tell everyone about him, either. That reminded me about the child I carried. "Lily? Is something wrong?" Guenevere asked, concerned. "I was going to tell him tonight." "Tell who what?" "Guenevere.I'm pregnant again."
* * *
A year later, Guenevere returned from another mission. "Hi, Lily!" she called. "How are you?" "Fine.you missed it." "I know.and I'm sorry. Is this one a son or a daughter?" "Daughter. Her name is Crystal." "And what does Gareth think of this all?" "I think he finds it very amusing," Lily said, laughing. Guenevere laughed. "He would." "How long are you with us this time?" "I only get a week." Lily looked dismayed. "Only a week?" "Sorry. But there's nothing I can do, you know that." "I know. But still." "You'd like to keep me for longer, wouldn't you." "Yeah." There was a long, tense pause. Finally, to break the silence, as well as genuine intent, Guenevere asked to see the baby. "Sure," Lily whispered.
Crystal was a quiet baby. She had reddish hair, and blue eyes. Over the next few years, she only became more and more like her mother. Perhaps the tranquil, quiet environment of the home in the aspen grove contributed to it, but it was most likely in her nature.
Gareth was 11, and Crystal was four. Guenevere was home for another brief visit: this one a month. Everyone's mood seemed to improve when Guenevere was home. Perhaps it was because they knew that, for a while at least, her life wasn't in nearly as much danger. And besides, when Dalamar was tense, as he invariably was when Guenevere was away, the house seemed dark, shadowed, dead, though the house was made of living trees. "Gwen!" Lily shouted, running up and hugging Guenevere, who obligingly hugged her in return. "Please don't call me Gwen, Lily." "Sorry. I forgot. Forgive?" "Of course." Putting their arms around the other's shoulders, they walked into the house. "So how's everything? How are Father and the kids?" "Fine. Gareth got his letter." "Of course. Have you and Father taken him to get his things yet?" "We decided to wait for you." "Thank you. It's an important part of my son's life." "Anytime."
"Speak of the devil, where is he?" "With Crystal and your father. And here they come now." "Mother!" "Auntie!!!!" "Hello, Guenevere. How are you?" "Fine, and yourself?" "Fine." "Crystal, you look beautiful. Calm down, Gareth. It's not that big an issue." Everyone was smiling. Guenevere was home.