Kevin and Fiona were two of the most honest people you could hope to meet. When they were young, instead of telling their mothers that the dog had knocked over the vase or that someone else had eaten all the chocolate, they owned up to it straight away. They were always nice and polite, did charity work and raised funds for disaster appeals. Walked people's dogs for free and always thought of others before themselves.
But they were never truly happy. They wanted a child to call their own more than anything else in the world. A baby to hold and feed and cuddle and love.
Lily and James Potter seemed like a miracle. A miracle they weren't going to pass by, whatever the costs.
Even if it meant lying through their teeth.
"We'll call him Thomas." stated Kevin firmly as he left the Potter's holiday house, tearing up the little piece of paper with the Potter's address on. "This is going to work just like a real adoption. The real parents gave their child up and the adoptive parents have the rights."
"But Kevin, the mother seemed so upset. Maybe she…" Fiona began nervously but Kevin cut her off.
"Fiona, why do you think that law was made? To protect the child, to protect our child. When we get home we will tell everyone you didn't realise until we were here and a few months later little Thomas, our miracle child was born, alright?"
Fiona looked unsure but nodded quietly. The Potter's had thrown Har- Thomas away like an unwanted toy. She would take care of him. She fingered the letter Lily had given her in her coat pocket, for some reason she wanted to keep the letter safe, carry out the last wishes of Thomas's birth parents.
So they returned to their home in Kent where they told friends and family that after they left they discovered Fiona was pregnant and didn't want to fly back with her in that 'condition' so they postponed their stay. Little Thomas's past was their secret. Still, Fiona wandered what had happened to the real parents after they hadn't kept in touch.
She would never have the chance to find out.