"You're going to get caught if you keep attacking people, do you want to go to Azkaban?" Shouted a tall black haired man. He stood in front of two other people, a woman with a shot blonde bob, and another man with brown hair that came down around his face.
"Just because our Master is gone doesn't mean we should stop," the woman sneered, "we should carry on in his honour."
"Stupid woman, we aren't strong enough!" The man snapped back, "four people against the whole Ministry, we won't last much longer if you two keep carrying on like this."
"Well at least we're doing something," the second man said, speaking for the first time. "The Dark Lord would be proud."
"Well he's gone now, and no matter how any people you attack it isn't going to bring him back!" The tall black haired man shouted losing his patience.
There was silence for a few seconds before he spoke again, "where is Gallagher anyway?"
"He went out we he heard you were coming," the woman said, "And he had the right idea, we don't answer to you."
"I didn't say that you had to, I was merely saying that you should stop attacking muggles." The man said, "Unless you would rather go to Azkaban."
The woman fell silent, "you know anyone would think that you didn't want to avenge our master." The second man said, his grey eyes flaring with anger.
"Don't be a prat, of course I do, but being sent to Azkaban isn't exactly how I planned to do it."
"Well then what had you planned to do, because I can't see you doing anything." The second man snapped.
"This is getting tiring," The black haired man said, "If you dunderheads want to get caught because you were just randomly attacking muggles that's fine by me, just don't expect any help from me when you do."
"Who said the attack was random?" The woman asked.
"You mean it wasn't?" The black haired man asked.
"No it wasn't," the woman replied, "It was symbolic, you see the two muggles that we attacked had a child the same age as the Potter boy."
"How is that symbolic? You didn't even kill the boy?"
"Yes well-" the woman started going slightly red but she was interrupted by the second man.
"I have an idea," he said, "you said that you wanted to avenge the Dark Lord right?"
"Yes, well, I suppose…….. Doesn't every one of his followers?" The man said stuttering slightly.
"Well I have a plan to do just that, and when he comes back-"
"Back?" The woman asked laughing slightly, "It's not like he's gone on holiday or anything, he's dead, how is he going to come back?"
"I won't believe he's dead until they find his body." The second man said again, "And you think the same, he was too powerful to die."
No one said anything.
"Well lets hear this brilliant plan of yours then, I just hope it's better then your 'symbolic' attack!" The black haired man said.
"If you do not think it worth listening to then why don't you go home?" the second man spat.
The first did not say anything, "I take it you are willing to be part of this then."
"Let me hear what 'this' is first," the black haired man said.
"What is it that our master wanted to do? He wanted to kill the Potter boy, and what do you think we could do to avenge him? Finish what he set out to do." The second man said.
"So you saying we kill the Potter boy." The woman asked, and the man nodded, "but if our master couldn't do it, what makes you think we can?"
"We go about it from a different approach." The man said, "and this is where my plan comes in."
"Emma, Healer Barry needs help in ward two, she's got a rather difficult patient," A woman said as she rushed past Emma with a pile of towels.
"Right, I'll be right there" Emma said and she left the work she was doing at a small desk and made her way to ward two.
As she approached the door of the ward she heard a great deal of shouting coming from inside.
Many people were giving the door funny looks as they went past.
"What in the name of Merlin?" She said to herself as she stepped inside.
"YOU'RE TRYING TO HURT ME, I KNOW IT, GET AWAY FROM ME!" A small fat bald man shouted from a bed in the corner. He was thrashing around and stopping anyone from going near him.
"LOOK SIR, WE ARE TRYING TO HELP YOU. I'M A HEALER." The healer shouted over his ramblings.
"ER…" Emma said moving cautiously neared the bed, "NEED ANY HELP?"
"OH EMMA, GOOD," The healer said, "I NEED ANOTHER BOTTLE OF CALMING SOLUTION, IT SEEMS ONE ISN'T GOING TO BE ENOUGH FOR THIS GENTLEMAN."
Emma nodded and smiled slightly, "OH SHALL I PUT AN IMPERTURBABLE CHARM ON THE DOOR? PEOPLE ARE GIVING IT FUNNY LOOKS!" She asked before leaving.
"GOOD IEAD," The healer said as the man made a grab for her head and she ducked. "JUST HURRY."
Emma flicked her wand at the door before she ran out of the room.
"Ouch!" She said to herself, her feet were aching, and running just seemed to be a little too much for them.
She went into a store room and searched the shelves, she found the section marked C, but there was no Calming solution, there were however several bottles of boil cure potion and a large phial of Deflating Draught.
"Some on needs to sort this damn store room out!" She muttered to herself as she moved various bottles to try and find the one she was looking for.
Finally she found one hidden behind a bottle of Hiccupping Solution which was in the section marked W.
She took the bottle and on her way out she flicked her wand at a small board on the back of the door, which is where they wrote which potions needed stocking up on, and the word Calming solution appeared, along with, someone needs to sort out this room!
She ran back to the ward where she was just in time, the man was about to bite into Heal Barry's arm and take out a large chunk.
She un corked the potion and Healer Barry restrained the man while she tipped it into his mouth.
"Thanks," Healer Barry said, wiping the sweat off her forehead as the man stopped struggling and sank into his bed.
"Do you need anything else?" Emma asked as she sat down in a chair by the mans bed and stretched her legs out.
"No, but you look like you could do with a break." Healer Barry said.
Emma resisted the rather strong urge to roll her eyes and instead fixed a smile on her face.
"I think I'll go the staff room, get a drink, relax for ten minutes." She said.
"I didn't mean that kind of break, I meant as in maternity leave." Healer Barry said.
Emma nodded, "Yes, yes I know, but I have to finish this month then I'll have all the time in the world to relax." She said trying to keep the annoyance out of her voice, she had said this to so many people already. "And plus I'm in a hospital now, so, god forbid, that something happened, I couldn't be in a better place."
Healer Barry made a noise that Emma took to be as an indication that she had heard but not necessarily agreed.
Emma just waved her hand airily and left the room.
Lily sat at her kitchen table accompanied by three children, Harry, Sinead and Reece. She felt like a baby sitting service.
Emma had asked her to look after her children at the last minute because her mum was ill with the flu. Lily had been reluctant and was trying to get Emma to stay at home herself but it didn't work and she had been left with four children. The three at the table with her and the one growing inside her.
"Auntie Lily," Sinead said poking Lily in the side.
Lily looked down at the small girl standing there, the contras of her bright blue eyes and dark hair made her very striking, Lily could tell she was going to grow up to be very beautiful.
Sinead held up a piece of parchment which she had just been drawing on, "Is that me?" Lily asked taking it from her. Sinead nodded.
Lily examined the parchment closer and found it was a picture of the very place they were in. It her, Harry, Sinead and Reece all sitting around the table. Sinead had even draw a huge bump on Lily's stomach so it looked more like Lily was going to give birth to four babies, not just one.
"It's wonderful." Lily said smiling and she stroked Sinead's hair.
Sinead gave her an adorable grin and went back to her hair next to Reece.
Lily smiled at the picture once more and flicked her wand at it, as she did so it flew over to the wall near the window and attached it's self there.
Harry watched her wand transfixed on it, Lily smiled as she moved her wand and Harry's eyes followed.
"Want to see some more magic?" Lily asked.
"M-m-magic." Harry said repeating what his mother had said.
Lily smiled, she held her wand in front of her and multi-coloured sparks flew out of it.
The children looked amazed as the sparks faded and Lily couldn't help but laugh.
A few hours later James had returned from work with Sirius.
"How was your first day back?" Lily asked as Harry played with a stray strand f her hair.
James smiled at her, "brilliant," he said.
"No it wasn't." Sirius said.
"What you mean you didn't like having me back?" James asked pretending to be hurt.
"No not that," Sirius said, "I mean today was not a good day, we had three raids. But then again once I've had six in one day, but these were hard ones."
"Well I enjoyed myself, it's nice to get out and stretch my wand arm," James said stretching his arm like he had only just realised how to use it.
"Yeah, well, you didn't nearly get your leg blown off!" Sirius muttered and he went into the kitchen and poured himself a drink.
"Oh, help yourself!" Lily said sarcastically as he re-appeared holding a bottle of butterbeer.
Sirius looked at her then, after a few minutes said, "oh I'm sorry, did you want one?"
Lily just rolled her eyes, and laughed.
"So how were the babies?" James asked.
"OK," Lily said, as Harry yanked her head down so he could hold some more of her hair. "But they kept making me show them magic, they just made me keep doing it!"
"Are you poor think," James said pouting as Lily pulled a bit of hair free from Harry's grasp, scared that he might pull it out.
"What is it with babies and hair?" She asked herself.
"So how's James Junior doing?" James asked gently patting Lily's bump.
"For the last time I'm not calling this one James Junior," Lily said, "Or James the Second." She said as James opened his mouth again.
"What are you going to call he/she?" Sirius asked.
"James- OUCH!" James said as Lily hit him on the arm.
"We haven't decided yet," Lily said firmly.
"Well Reece wants us to call the baby Red, because that's his favourite colour apparently." Sirius said.
"Red if it's a boy, pink if it's a girl," James joked.
"Well when Reece has his own children, he can name them whatever he wants," Sirius said. "But I am not calling my child Red Black."
Everyone starting laughing, but Sirius looked slightly horrified at the thought of someone having the name Red Black.
Emma stood on a small ladder in the potions storeroom in Saint Mungos, she had been set the task of arranging it when one of the Healers found her in the staff room, asleep.
She's gone up there to sit down for a few minutes, to rest her feet, and the next thing she knew she was being woken up by one of the Healers.
The Healer had been very sympathetic, as Emma was pregnant, and had told her to go and do something that didn't evolve too much moving around. She suggested sorting out the Potions storeroom as someone had said it needed to be sorting out.
Emma cursed herself under her breath as she sorted the bottles, well it was her own fault for saying that the cupboard needed cleaning. She should have know that she would be the one to have to do it.
She picked up a dusty bottle of potion that lay on one of the shelves.
"Oh!" She said as she saw a nasty green substance that had formed over the top. She warily uncorked it and smelt it, "Oh sweet Jesus!" She said as a smell of old socks and cat sick rose out of it.
She quickly put the cork back in and threw the bottle into a bag in the corner.
She stepped off the small ladder and onto the floor, so far she had organised just over half of the shelves.
She looked at the ones she still had left and groaned, it seemed she had been putting off the worst ones, hoping that she wouldn't have to do them.
She pushed the ladder down the rows a little and into the correct position.
"Oh, oh!" She said as she felt the baby kick. She stopped moving and put her hand on her bump.
She remembered when this had happened during her last pregnancy, how wonderful it had felt.
The baby continued to kick, but it didn't feel like during her last pregnancy, it wasn't wonderful, this felt different.
"Oh, oh," Emma said, she didn't like this, "ah, ouch."
She clutched onto one of the shelves for support as she started to slip onto the floor, her eyes had filled with tears.
Then there was a loud crash as the shelf she was holding onto came crashing to the ground. All the bottles smashed, spilling their contents everywhere.
Then everything went black.