Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters created by J.K. Rowling. I wish I did but that's another story.
Chapter 2: Today is Sirius's Birthday
It is the 1970's in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. Mrs. Black lies in bed in the Maternity Ward. She is thoroughly exhausted from pushing for the past couple of hours. She feels like she wants to just fall asleep and not wake up for a good long time.
The door to the ward opens and in walks in her tall, handsome husband and a female healer wearing lime green robes with the St. Mungo's crest pinned on them, and has short brown hair. She is cradling a bundle of robes and rocking it gently back and forth.
"Say hello, to your new son, Mrs. Black," she says brightly, handing her the bundle. Mrs. Black reaches out and holds her newborn son. He is sleeping peacefully and is very small.
"What would you like to name him?" asks the healer, conjuring a clipboard from out of nowhere.
"Mr. and Mrs. Black look at each other. They already know what to name him since they discussed earlier. If their baby was a boy, they'd name it Sirius. If it was a girl, they would name it Alpha.
Mr. Black turned to the healer and said, "We'll name him Sirius, Sirius Black."
R&R please! First fanfic so be nice
