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The Birth
"It's a girl!" Daisy Bindle handed the baby to the mother in the hospital bed. She leaned down and in a cooing voice she used with all newborns she began to speak to it. "Oh what pretty eyes you have, they remind me of the oceans in Bermuda. Pretty eyes for a pretty girl, you'll have guys all over you. Now, say hi to your mommy, she did…" the nurse was interrupted as the mother snatched away her child. "Give me that! Now can you actually do something useful and find out how long I have to stay in this disgusting place. And tell my husband for me that he better fill out any stupid paperwork, because I'm tired and it's his fault I got pregnant in the first place." Daisy's eyes widened. This mother was acting like an ungrateful bitch, granted she'd just given birth, but all the other mother's she'd worked with, no matter how tired they were still loved their babies. "Yes ma'am. Someone will be in to clean our baby for you. Have you decided on a name?" "No, that's his job. Now please leave your face is hurting my eyes." Daisy made a pivot on her heel, and walked through the door straightening her prim hospital outfit. It'd been a while since she'd delivered babies, during the terror of Dark Lord many people decided to forgo babies. She never remembered any mother so awful before and instantly felt a kind of pity for the poor child. Daisy was so caught up in her thoughts she didn't notice the tall man standing in her way. She walked straight into him. "Oh I'm so sorry!" she said before looking up into his eyes. Her breath caught in her throat. This for sure was the baby's father. Though his eyes weren't a distinctive teal like the baby's, they were a vibrant green with specks of blue. His face was one of the most attractive she had ever seen. "You are a very lucky man" she stammered still flabbergasted by his beauty, "You now have a beautiful baby girl. She has eyes just like yours". She finally managed to break out into a wholehearted smile. Maybe the father was much better then the mother and it wouldn't be so bad for the baby after all. The man gave a loud sigh of relief, "so everything is okay?" "Yes, of course". She reached to pat his arm in hopes of comforting him. He held her hand there and smiled at her. "How is it that a pretty witch like you is here at 10 o'clock at night and not off on a date?" Her eyes widened again. "I umm well I don't have a uh boyfriend." She stammered. He was hitting on her. "I'm sure that can be fixed, that is if you don't mind a married man." She felt a blush rising in her cheeks. "Your wife requested you fill out the paperwork. Please follow me." She led him into the crowded part of the hospital. Here she was sure he wouldn't hit on her. Moving towards the desk, she bit her lip remembering forms were filled out in private offices. She led the man into an empty office and sat down in an oversized chair. She handed him the forms and pointedly turned to look out the window. After a long bout of silence he handed the forms back to her. She quickly scanned them to see if anything was missing. She looked up. "You forgot to give your daughter a name, Christopher." "Well I assumed my wife was going to do that." "No, she requested for you to do so." His face reflected panic. "What should I name her? I don't even know what she looks like. What if I give her a name she hates?" Daisy smiled. "Shhh, it's not a huge deal. What is a name you like?" "Well what is yours?" "Now that's not getting anywhere." He looked around. "You've seen her, and you must know a few baby names. What would you call her?" Daisy gasped. She'd been thinking about a perfect name for the daughter but had thought no one would ask her. "Well, I think I would call her Serena. Her eyes seemed so serene and peaceful. They reminded me of the oceans in the tropics. Yes, I would call her Serena." She looked at the father holding her breath. "Serena is a beautiful name, perfect for a beautiful baby. She is beautiful right?" She slightly shook her head at his worries. "She's gorgeous. Serena will fit her fine." With that she wrote the name in and then stood up. He pulled on her hand. "My wife hates children, we never meant for her to get pregnant. It was all a mistake." Daisy wasn't sure how to interpret that, and after giving it some thought she mummered, "everything's going to be fine." She walked out of the room and back to the mother.
"He's decided to call her Serena." She walked into the room. The mother sat straight. "Where'd he come up with such an awful name like that? Oh, I suppose you came up with it. I'm not naming my child something that means calm. She certainly wasn't calm coming out. Get my husband in here. We need to have a talk." The woman sat back down on the bed. Daisy let her husband in and went to check on the pour soul Baldwell.
"Serena!" the woman screeched at her husband. "We are part of the Dark Lord's Advisors, I'm sure calm is just what our child will be. How can you be so stupid! Get me that baby book, I guess as always I'll have to do all the work." The man reached for the book and gently place it in his wife's hands. "Was she pretty?" "Oh just gorgeous. How about Kyrene or Kiereen? Kyrene means lord, ruler-could be a prophecy of what she'll be or Kiereen means Little Dark One, I like that one." The woman was flipping through the book absentmindedly. The man looked up. "I don't like Kiereen, too many vowels." Though he was really just afraid to say it sounded awful. The wife looked up with exasperation. Her face was worn and pale, and it could be seen the day had taken a toll on her. Her red eyes were bloodshot, giving her a freakish look. The burgundy hair she usually treated with meticulous care was wispy and falling out of the bun she'd pulled her into. Some was plastered onto her face and she was so tired, she didn't even try to pull them off. He reached in to do so for her. "How about Maureen? It means dark, and not only can that be referring to the lord, it could be about her hair." The wife looked up and smiled at her husband. "She's going to look just like you. Her eyes, her hair, the guys will be all over her, just like the girls were over you." The husband stared hard at his wife. The sweetness in her voice, was one that only came out about once every million years. "I love Maureen, but it's your choice dear." "Maureen it is. Good choice love, see you didn't need the nurse." The husband flinched before leaning in to give his wife a hug. "We leave tomorrow morning for the Lord. Get your sleep, sweet." The wife nodded. "I didn't want her, but that doesn't mean we can't have her. There might be some use for her yet." Little did she know that far away in a dark, dank and old house, a seer was prophesizing just that.
A man in a large dark cloak sat back in the armchair. It was covered in a red velvet material and reeked of dust. He tried to sit up tall, but felt a piece of metal poking through a hole. He kept his face straight and turned towards the woman sitting in a matching chair wearing very loose robes. They had scenes from the magical world all over them and were constantly moving as they depicted famous moments in the wizarding community. Her blond hair was falling in loose curls around her face, which was tired and worn, her skin a sickly pale that showed some of the veins in her body. She turned towards him. "You can take off your hood Malfoy. I know who you are and no measly hood will hide it from me." She paused as the man removed his hood showing his greased back blond hair. "Now, I suppose you're here about your son." He shook his head. "Well partially, but I'm more curious about all the Followers children that were born this year." She smiled, "Worried yours won't be the best? Well, I can't tell you about your son, but I can tell you that one of the Follower's children born this year, will be the downfall of you all. She will be the one who finally destroys the Dark Lord. I'm warning you, a girl will be the downfall of you all, and it may not seem like it until its too late." She suddenly let out a shout of delight and turned towards her robes. "Look!" she pointed towards her robes. "The robes have found the birth of this girl." He leaned in closer to watch but all he saw was a woman in a hospital uniform bringing a child out of a hospital room. In his frustration of not seeing the parents he didn't notice the baby had distinctively teal eyes, and black curls surrounding her face.
Victoria turned her head towards the crunch on her left. She was very apprehensive. She hated being placed as a guard and tonight she as it she was the one who was guarding the Potter's premises. It was Halloween and who knew what kind of creeps would come looking for sweets. She pulled her wand from behind her and slid her six-month-old child behind her back. "Who's there? Show yourself. I'm warning you…" A hand slipped over her mouth. She swung her arm out blindly giving the invisible person in front of her a fist in the nose. She heard the crack and immediately moved her body to give the intruder a nice knee in his tender parts. "Jeez, Vicky, It's me. Calm down." The man in front of her slid off the cloak's hood to reveal her husband with blood streaming down is face. "Oops! Well at least we know that self-defense class worked." She felt guilt fill her body as she stared at the crooked nose she had just caused. "He's in there, he just killed James, Lily ran and he's trying to find her." They heard a shrill scream fill the air. "She's been a little busy protecting her kid. A waste of time if I've ever seen one. She should've tried to get out of there and left the brat." He husband laughed as they heard the death curse screamed through the air. A lime green light lit up the house. A woman's scream echoed in the dark night. Again they watched as the house lit up with a lime green color, and heard the baby's cry. But it was lost in the loud wail distinctively belonging to their maser. "Nooooooooooooo!" The couple looked at each other and ran into the house. She quietly ran up the stairs, carefully keeping her black flip-flops from clapping on the stairs. Her black cloak caught on the pole and she placed her baby on the floor to untangle her red hem from the banister. She was careful not to leave any fingerprints, and was careful that none of the cloak was left on the stairs. She rose to collect her baby only to find the baby had crawled into a room and left the door open behind her. 'I might as well start here' she thought as she widened the door to let herself in. Vicky managed a scream before she let her body fall to the ground.
Chris was searching the ground floor when he heard his wife scream. Knowing something awful had happened he rushed up the stairs to her side. His wife was a killing machine, she didn't scream at the site of blood, dead bodies, and monsters. She was as emotionless as a piece of granite. "Vicky?! What's wrong?" He saw a wide open door, and just past it his wife lying on the floor, covered in her black robes, hand wrapped in a piece of the red lace trimming. Her body was motionless and her face was frozen in one of terror. He ran to her while frantically pulling at his green robes trying to find the bottle of smelling salts he kept on him. He whipped them from an inside pocket and waved them under her nose. "Come on Victoria, Baldwell's don't faint. Wake up!" Slowly her eyes flickered open. They were red and full of terror. She grabbed her husband's head and forcefully turned him towards a body lying on the floor. Beside the female one collapsed on the ground, lay one that looked just like their master. "Can't be." He felt his body wavering as he slowly stood up. His knees buckled underneath him and he had to grab the metal doorknob for support. His black-gloved fingers gripped tightly, knowing if they let go his body would collapse. "Master?" His wife's soft voice filled the room. She stood and walked over, her black robes billowing out as she moved. "Master?" He moved towards his wife kneeling down beside her. "Our Lord, wake up." He shook his master and slid his hand towards his neck. He let out a sob when he couldn't find a pulse. His wife looked at him with wide eyes. He shook his head, biting his lip to keep the tears welling in his eyes from spilling over. She sniffled and was about to open her mouth when a teal blue light filled the room.
The baby felt her mother place her on the ground and she immediately crawled to the door that was slightly ajar. Crawling through she saw two bodies lying on the floor, the smaller of the two covering something. The girl crawled over dragging her blue robes on the floor. They were worn and dusty in the area of her knees; she was always crawling everywhere. She moved over to the body and slowly started looking at it. She heard her mommy scream at something, but kept moving. She didn't have time to stop if mommy was mad. Her mother would be here soon to hit her or scold her for being stupid. She crawled around the front but didn't find anything. She was getting tired now, and slowed as she crawled around the woman's back. There, she found a baby boy with bright green eyes. On his forehead was a funny looking shape that was glowing a bright green. She stared at the thing and prodded the boy in the arm to see if he was awake. She hadn't gotten to play with anyone in a while. The baby giggled, but it was muffled by daddy's voice. Now, she was really in trouble if mommy had gotten daddy. She moved closer to the boy hoping to hide from daddy. Maybe daddy would play peek-a-boo with her when he found her. The girl and boy stared at each other. He was bigger then her but was obviously scared. He kept pulling on the person's robes. She crawled closer and pulled his hair. He let out a short scream, but once again mommy was talking and her voice muffled the noise. He pulled her hair, and waited for a reaction. She just stared at him blankly and then turned around. He was no fun. She turned back and looked at the glowing thing on his head. She reached up to touch it but the boy ducked under. In her surprise she pulled away and his head hit the back of her left shoulder. Suddenly she felt a pain move through her body as the two babies connected. Her eyes were still seeing blue dots when her mommy's face appeared in front of her. "Maureen? What have you been doing?" 'Uh-oh, mommy was mad.' Her mommy picked her up and turned towards her daddy. "The boy's still alive."
Victoria's eyes were wide and reflected the terror her whole body was tingling with. Christopher nodded, and looked at his wife. "We better leave, sweetie before the Aurors arrive." His wife nodded at him and looked towards their master. "Should we bring him?" He looked at her for a moment before turning towards the body. "Yes, Let's go." The husband threw the body now devoid of life over his shoulder and grabbed his wife's hand. She pulled the baby in closer to her body. They walked down the hard wood stairs as quickly as possible. As they ran from the house they heard a baby's cry echoing through the night.
A/N: Okay PLEASE R/R!! Uhhh I know it's kind of messed up but I guess it makes more sense as it goes along. IF I get one review I'll be happy!! YAY!!
