Ok, I started this a while ago, and then randomly had some more ideas and insp. For it whilst I was cleaning out my hamster. Don't ask. I finally thought of a name for it, and so I decided to do some quick typerating and put it up quick smart.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters you recognise, nor any of the settings. Mwah! Enjoy!
Hope is not Lost.
Almost 83 years had passed since Harry Potter's final year at Hogwarts, 80, since the war had ended.
As I looked to the cot before me, over the many children bawling and gurgling and sleeping, one stood out. Dressed in pink, I picked her up and gently patted her back. Being a nurse in a hospital like that was sometimes very rewarding. Sometimes not. I checked the white tag around the little person's tiny wrist. Her name was Evelyn Mason. She was a beautiful baby, one that any parent would be proud of. When she opened her massive blue eyes and fluttered those eyelids, which were decked out with two rows of long, thick lashes, I swear I almost swooned. I almost felt bad. Sorry for what was going to happen. Stroking the small thing's cheek, comforting her, she reached up with a podgy arm and grasped my finger tight with her tiny right hand.
That was the day I broke the rules so severely, if I had been found out I would have had to face the worst punishment of all. Torture, then, of course, the ever-ominous Dementor's Kiss. What could I have done though?
I remember casting a wary glance, and, when Ruth, a co-worker had finally left for the toilet to wash up, I wrapped little Evelyn in my overall, stole to the back room and grabbed my cloak, frantically jibbering something along the lines of going home to see to my own 2 children. With that, I rushed out of the maternity ward of the hospital, and fled down at least four flights of very steep stairs, and out into the streets of muggle-london. I didn't stop to look at anyone's face, nor when I tripped, and skidded to an abrupt halt at the end of an alley-way a couple of streets down. There I produced my wand, and muttered a spell, and with a loud snap, disappeared from sight.
A few seconds later, I appeared outside my own house. I un-wrapped the child from my cloak as I stepped inside the house. My children ran up to me, I greeted them fittingly and then quickly led them into the living room, and lay the baby down on the sofa. They all gasped when I told them they had a new baby sister. I remember how Tom, the oldest of my children (he was actually 5 at the time) asked what Daddy would think. I smiled reassuringly and told him that I was sure Daddy wouldn't mind another mouth. Just as long as she didn't grow up to be like Marie, the middle child, who was 3, and be a complete chatterbox, I was completely sure that Daniel (my husband) wouldn't mind. Of course when he arrived home that evening, he got a major shock, but he recovered with a little- no a lot – of coffee with extra sugar in. I told him that I had had to call in on an orphanage, to witness the birth of a 15 year olds baby. I felt awful just leaving this little child there in those conditions, and so brought her home with me. Of course Daniel didn't notice that she was more than 12 hours old, he doesn't usually notice that kind of thing.
Evelyn fitted in so well that when she got her Hogwarts letter, I cried along with her, and hugged her, and almost forgot she was not my own. But of course, the threat of someone finding out is still there, and on the 31st August, I went to bed apprehensive and longing for a deep, dreamless sleep, which, recognisably, I was not granted. I had done wrong, but this child was so like any other, she knew our ways inside out, but in knowing this, was in fact betraying other children like her all over the globe, children who would not live to see their uninvited-ness in this world. She was not then, and never will be a bad child.
Never mind what the Minister says, this Muggleborn is not bad, and I, a pure blood, will do all in my power to make her fit in as much as possible.
And I've corrected a few mistakes, because I was going to add some but thought it more appropriate to put it into the second chapter. See ya there!
Ok, what do you think? Sorry it was un peu (a little, I keep breaking into random interludes of French here) short, but twas but a taster. More to come! Review and it will come sooner! Promising here! W00t! and as always, thankyou for taking the time to read this, I really appreciate it, and hopefully it'll be worth the time you have spent on it. Biiiiiiii (and night night… sooooo tired)
