Ellouise Potter or Dursley - Chapter 1

Sisters and their babies

"It would have been the making of our family." The 27 year old Petunia Dursley told her husband as she lay on her hospital bed paralyzed with shock. After 9 months of dreams. "Dudley wouldn't be a big brother after all." she sighed. She was exhausted after a difficult labour; her beautiful baby girl had died. She almost wished she had as well.

"Shush, There now, dear. It'll be ok. Dudders will still be a big brother. It'll just take a little bit longer than we expected that's all." Vernon tried but failed miserably in tiring to keep his wife's spirits up. What could he do or say to make it better? Vanessa was gone.

"You just want to replace her? " Petunia accused him. she didn't want to think about other children, at least not yet. She wasn't able to. She just couldn't it was too soon after she had lost her little one.

"No!" her husband replied shocked. She wasn't the only one hurting for the little one they had lost.

Petunia broke down. She couldn't take it. Everything was so confusing. Why did little Vanessa die? Who would tell the grandparents? Who was going to tell Dudley? How could you expect a 2 year old to understand death? It, life, was so unfair. No one she knew deserved the pain she was feeling and she knew she didn't either.

She had deserved to be a mother again and yet the girl she had dreamt of for so long had just been taken from her. She didn't understand why.

Mean whilst at St Mungos, London

Lily and James beamed. It didn't matter how tired they were or weren't. They looked into the hospital crib. She was like a dream come true just as their little prince Harry was. James had never felt more like the king Potter men were considered to be. He had a beautiful, strong headed, fiery wife, a fast learning healthy son and now it was perfect. Finally completed by his new little princess whom we silently vowed to defend and protect if it cost him his life. No-one who walked this earth who'd harm or hurt his little girl. Then he was shock out of his thought by the door opening.

"Mummy!" cried a little boy who looked the spitting image of James just a lot younger, maybe 2 years old.

Two men walked beside him.

"Prongs." Cried one of the two men. He was the same height as James; he had long black hair and was wearing a huge grin as the two of them embraced. But the other crossed straight to the crib.

"Oh," lily said. "That hug was nice, baby." She stroked his hair affectionately "Are you ok honey? Did you have fun with uncle Padfoot and Moony." She asked calling her husbands best friends and surrogate brothers by their nicknames.

"Yeah. It was cool sleeping at padfoo' home." Replied Harry shutting his eyes and resting into his mother's chest, clutching at his little stuffed black dog his godfather had given him when he was born.

"He seems tired. What time did he stay up till Sirius?" the mother asked.

"Lily!" Laughed James. "Don't worry about that now, honey. Think about introducing our new baby to her godfather," said James as his gaze went to Remus.

"It's a girl?" Piped up Remus for the first time since entering the room.

"Yup!" James confirmed what really he already knew. "Say hello to your goddaughter. Ellouise Lily Potter." He said proudly

"She's gorgeous" He never expected this he thought looking down at the little girl in his arms. When he got his bite the ministry of magic denied him of the right ever to have his own children but it felt like lily and James had just given that to him, after all theses years. Hot tears burned in his eyes. This was the closet he would ever get to parenthood but it was more than enough. He suddenly felt a tug at his trousers. "Hello sweet heart" he spoke to the now opened eyed girl. "I'm your god daddy"

"Can I see my baby sist'r now, uncle wemus." Harry asked innocently

"Sure you can Harry." said Remus.

Lily had dreamt of this for so long ever since she had found she was having another. Harry was so tender with the baby in his arms. A real big brother, she thought to herself.

Harry seemed mesmerized by the child as his father helped him hold her. Harry knew he had to look after her no matter what and he swore he always would even at his young age.

So it was one baby lived and the other died but no-one would ever be able to tell when they looked at the families there mothers were sisters.