Okay, jack shit of my story happened in the books; deal. Draconita Riddle and Freya Malfoy, the first names of the Lestranges, and some other things, belong to, ahem, Draconita Riddle. Her profile is in my profile, because it won't show up. Anything you recognize from the books belongs to J.K.R. Anything you do not, is probably made up by me. If, while you are reading this, come upon something from another story, then my apologies; credit goes to that author. Well, onward…
PROLOUGE
"Hey! Guess what?" Freya Malfoy burst into the underground living room, breathless and excited. "My little brother Lucius's kid was born today. It's a boy, and the idiot named him Draco, after you," she said, pointing at Draconita Riddle, who had been sitting next to her sort-of husband, both of them looking at Freya with more and more amusement, until at this last comment, they both started laughing. Freya looked at them with kind of a pout, and said. "Don't you see? This is the perfect opportunity! You and Tom- oh, sorry my lord –"Voldemort," can have a girl, and they could get married and make a lot of little Malfoys/Riddles!"
Draconita's eyes widened and she burst out "Wow! That's brilliant! Can we?" looking at Tom, who blinked. "But," turning back to Freya, "How can we make sure that they fall in love? How could we even be sure I have a girl?"
"Oh, there are lots of spells to do all those things," Freya waved the questions off. "In fact, I knew you would agree, so I got the items you need," She held up a package. "It has some of Draco's-" she stops to snicker "-hair, a few plants, and all you need is water and something to boil it in. You boil it for three hours, then the female drinks the whole nasty concoction, then she and her mate proceed to, ahem, shall we say, "summon the stork"? Or shall we call it-"
"That's enough, Freya! Now, go congratulate your brother some more while Tom and I think about it. Bye." She said pointedly.
"Oh, ahem, bye then! Have fun! Au revue! Ch-" "Bye!" Tom and Draconita said together. "Bye…" Freya said quietly, walking out, looking chastened.
"Well, now that she's gone, can we? Can we? Can we? Can w-" "Yes, if you really want to," Tom interrupted. He picked up the package and opened it. It contained: a plastic bag with some almost white hairs in it, assorted plants, and an instruction paper. He handed it to his sort-of wife, and said, "Maggie and Miles Lestrange wanted me to go kill someone that teased them in school. I'll be back, eventually. Bye."
"Bye Tom," Draconita said distractedly, already getting up to start the potion. "Okay," she said to herself. "Wait for water to boil…waiting…waiting…aha! A watched pot does boil! Now, in with coltsfoot…stirring…stirring…now, in with my namesake's hairs…stirring…stirring…now we put in one bouvardia petal-oops! That was two. Oh well…stirring…man this is getting boring."
She grabbed her wand, and cast a spell to keep it stirring indefinitely. The next few hours seemed to pass very quickly for Draconita, and when Tom got back she yanked into the bedroom, and they proceeded to, ahem, summon the stork."
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* A week later *
"Hey Tom it worked! I'm pregnant!" said Draconita, jubilant. Tom smiled at her, then told her the news of a seer who foretold that someone who had "defied him three times" would have a son in July, and that son would kill him.
* See the user described at the top to find out what happened when he got to the Potters' house. *