The babies meet the parents

Summary: Six women fall pregnant at six different times and three Marauders are born. What about the remaining three? Who are they? Twelve lives are about to be changed...forever. First in a series.

Disclaimer: I wish.

Written By: Aaralyn

Date: 12th February 1959.

Chapter One: The Blacks Heir

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As Mrs Walburga Black pranced around 12 Grimmauld Place with her wand in her hand, she began to hum a little tune that, to a passer by, would sound like someone just stepped on a rat's tail. This didn't seem to faze Kreacher, the Black's house elf. Then again, nothing seemed to faze Kreacher.

After her husband, Orion Black had left for work; Mrs Black had headed straight for a lockable room. Making sure that there was an extra-large mess for Kreacher to clean, she had locked the door and prepared herself.

After that moment when she stepped out of the bathroom, she was a whole different woman.

Flashback

"I'm off, lots to do today. People to fire, that sort of thing." Said Orion Black to his wife as he pushed away from the small wooden table that sat neatly in the middle of the larger kitchen. He kissed his wife on the cheek and called out his brief goodbye to Kreacher and curtly reminded him that he would be entertaining guests in a few days time and that he would need to get in some rather expensive food for them, before disappearing with a loud –pop-.

Walburga immediately picked up her wand and flicked it around the room, causing cutlery to fly and china artifacts to shatter and smash. Food flew in every imaginable direction and the small amount of furniture jumped up from where it stood and scattered around the room, one chair escaping through the large back doors to the far end of the garden.

"Kreacher!" Walburga screeched, summoning the house elf to her side instantly. His already large eyes widened further at the state of his mistress's kitchen and made a mental not that he would need to punish himself later for not noticing such an inexcusable amount of filth to pile up. They were, after all, in the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, something Kreacher took pride in, especially keeping it clean.

"Yes, mistress? Kreacher is hearing your calling Kreacher and I is here to serve you." Kreacher replied hastily to his mistress.

Mr. and Mrs Black never treated Kreacher the way they should treat a fellow living creature but they were purebloods so this, of course, went unnoticed. Kreacher, however, was a fanatic and adored Mrs Black and would do anything for her. Mr. Black, on the other hand, he was not too keen on and was known to whisper about him to himself and was punished severely for this. Kreacher sometimes showed respect to both Blacks but was putty in Mrs Black's hands.

"Kreacher, I need this mess tidied." Mrs Black said, looking down at the creature in front of her before glancing at her watch. It read 9:26am. "I then wish to be left alone until about 11:00am. At that time, I would like my morning drink at perhaps a slice of fruit cake. I will take that in the lounge. That is all Kreacher."

Kreacher nodded quickly, his bat-like ears fanning Walburga's ankles. "Yes Mistress, of course. Kreacher will remember your instructions and start straight away!" He said before running off to the cleaning cupboard to collect the needed items. Mrs Black hurried out of the room before Kreacher could hold her up any longer.

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After locking the bathroom door with basic locks and several magical ones (the simple and the more complex ones), she performed a pregnancy spell.

"Infantium Revealo." She whispered, the anticipation clear in her voice. Mist flowed from her wand tip and formed an unrecognizable shape in front of her. She gently blew on it but the mist didn't move. The mist slowly turned a pale blue before growing steadily stronger. Squeals were heard from the bathroom.

"I'M PREGNANT WITH THE BLACK HEIR!" Followed the squeal and Kreacher was immediately outside the door Hearing no more screeching but quickly remembering Mrs Black's wishes, scampered away from the door before she even knew he had been there.

Back in the bathroom, Walburga had regained herself to the stage where she could proceed with the next stage of the spell: finding out how far pregnant she was and when the baby was due. All she needed was another simple spell.

A wave of her wand sent the blue mist away as she prepared to cast the next spell. She cleared her throat.

"Orbio Appearum." She whispered. For some reason, she felt extremely nervous. What if the previous spell was wrong – that she wasn't pregnant? She shook her head. It's 100 accurate. She knew this all too well but there was still something in her mind that told her that she may not be pregnant.

"Grow up, woman!" She told herself sternly, almost scaring herself. "100 means 100, it's never failed a single witch!" she stood up tall and waved her hand over the white orb, its pearly mist floating elegantly before a large black 1 formed, all-too-clearly.

"I'm a month pregnant." Walburga said to herself. Her heart skipped a beat as she waited for the second part of the spell to come.

The black '1' faded and moiré black mist took the form of a date. The date the baby was to be born. The date '10th October 1959' appeared in very large letters. After this, the black disappeared and the orb followed.

Walburga needed to sit down and, seeing as she was in a bathroom, she pulled the lid of the toilet down and sat on it, her face showing very different emotions.

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Some minutes later, Walburga seemed to snap out of a trance and looked at her watch: 10:57. She stood up and made the short journey down the staircase into the lounge, where she sat on the regal armchair and waited for Kreacher to bring her in some tea and cake.

End Flashback.

Walburga sat on the chocolate brown sofa and waited in anticipation for her husband to return home. That time came around all too soon and she didn't really want to tell him anymore. She scolded herself inside; she knew this was something big in the wizarding world. A time for celebration and a time for them to boast to other pureblood families about how great their son would be.

"What if I have a daughter?" she thought to herself. She cleared that thought from her head and rose to give her husband a kiss.

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Over dinner that evening (Soup, followed by scampi followed by an iced cake), Orion could sense something was different about his wife but managed to keep his head down for most of the meal. He had experience (and scars) with Walburga's moods and knew best to leave her alone.

It wasn't until they were enjoying their cake that he realized that she had, in fact, been smiling though the duration of the whole meal. Orion chuckled as Kreacher took the dirty plates and cutlery away and stored them in the sink. What neither of the Blacks knew was Kreacher knew about the baby, having been standing outside the bathroom at the time. He didn't tell either of the Blacks this but noted that he now had 2 punishments to give himself.

"What are you smiling about?" Orion asked his wife, unable to stop himself smiling. His wife stood up and walked into the lounge and Orion, refusing to drop the subject, followed her and they sat on the sofa together.

"Seriously, why have you been smiling so much today? If it's something that good, you'd want to tell me, wouldn't you?" Orion answered after a short while of sitting in silence. Walburga, sensing defeat, turned to face her husband.

"Well, I'm currently one month into carrying your heir." Walburga said importantly. She smiled again and Orion smiled with her, hugging her and laughing.

"Kreacher!" screamed Orion between dignified laughs. Kreacher entered the room with a tea towel in one hand and a dish cloth in the other. "Bring us in a very expensive bottle of wine and two glasses." Kreacher bowed and left, returning a short time after with the requested items on a large tray. Orion popped out the cork and poured the wine into two glasses.

"Here's to us, the new baby, and the continuation of a fine name: Black!" Orion declared and held his glass up. The sound of chinking china could be heard and both drunk deeply from the glasses.

For now, everything was good. For now.

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A/N: So, She's pregnant with a Marauder…that can't be good can it?

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