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Lana gasped as she opened the door. "Ethan! You're early!"

Ethan grinned. "I know. My flight's earlier than I thought it was. Mind if I come in?"

"No. Would you like a Coke or something? I think I have some in the fridge. Or maybe iced tea . . ." Lana's voice trailed off as she looked up into Ethan's slightly amused eyes. "What?" she demanded. Oh, god, that blue still made her heart beat faster.

"It's Ian and Henry's naptime," Ethan said, gesturing to the sleeping babies in the stroller he was pushing. "Or had you forgotten?"

Oh my gosh, I completely did." Lana began to blush. "Would you carry them in here, to their cribs?"

"I could," said Ethan, grinning. "I could also use some help."

Lana took her sleeping son Ian from his father, and followed him down the hall, towards the twins' bedroom.

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What Annabella saw as she looked out the door of number 12, Grimmauld Place, was not a relative, and it was definitely not an owl.

She gasped as she saw the baby – black-haired, and now that he was awake, she could see he was black-eyed, as well – lying on the front step.

He was lying in a strange cradle. Perhaps it was of Muggle make? But muggles couldn't penetrate the doorstep. . . . So was this a baby wizard?

She picked up the grey plastic and blue plush car seat. Perhaps the mistress would know what to do with it – and the baby.

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December 18, 1994

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

The girl sighed as she waited for the horseless carriages to arrive. She didn't want to go home. She wanted to stay at school for the holiday. But she didn't have a date to the Yule Ball, and her parents would beat her if she stayed away at the holiday just to get away from them.

She'd wanted to go to the Yule Ball so badly, but, being in third year, she couldn't go without a date. She'd even asked Harry Potter. She'd been so nervous her hair had gone all curly. That was one of the problems with being a metamorphmagus – sometimes it was next to impossible to control your appearance when you were nervous.

Maybe it was better that he'd turned her down, though. She could imagine what her mother would say if she found out. "In Hufflepuff house! Dating Harry Potter! He's not a pure-blood! You're the greatest shame to the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black since your Uncle Sirius!"

And then her father would beat her. She sighed as she watched the horseless carriages pull up. She dreaded the Christmas holidays.

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