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.
Disclaimer: Because I'm an unfortunate soul, I don't own Harry Potter, Barbie or My Little Pony. I have recently acquired some knowledge in the German language though. Unfortunately though, I don't own Germany…
Note: As mentioned in the previous chapter, Savaria and I have returned to the magical world of school. Like Savaria, I also begin to feel extremely ill and tired when I'm back at school full time so updates may be less frequent but HEY! After this, only one more official chapter and then a mini one before the sequel goes up!
Another Note: Excuse me if the days are wrong but one source said that the 24th of March 1960 was a Thursday and the other said a Friday. For the sake of the story and its current direction, I'm going with the latter (Friday). Merci.
Written By: Aaralyn
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Date: 24th March 1960 (at the end).
Chapter Eleven: Luck be a Lily.
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Amy Evans was tired. She was 6 days past her due date and her baby was expressing no signs of wanting to leave the comfortable place in which it had been for the past 9 months.
"Come on Boy. Where are you?" She cooed at the small baby inside her. Having experienced being pregnant with both a boy and a girl, Amy had decided that she was carrying another boy, much to Petunia's dislike.
A key in the door alerted Amy that her husband, Sam, and her two children, her 6 year old son Robyn and her now 4 year old daughter Petunia.
"Amy? We're home! Are you in?" Sam called out from the hallway. Amy decided that she was far too comfortable lounging on the large sofa to get up. She called out to Sam that she acknowledged his return and that he was on dinner this afternoon.
Toastin, the family's hyperactive puppy, tore out of her basket in the corner of the lounge and started to jump up at everyone and barking when she was refused attention. Amy chuckled as she was in clear view of everything that was now going on.
Her laugh was cut short by a sharp pain up her side. She let out a small scream that bought everyone rushing to her side but as soon as they arrived, the pain subsided, and didn't rear its ugly head for the rest of the evening.
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As Amy and Sam finished tucking the children into bed (slightly later than normal, as it was a Friday the next day but the children had the day off for a teachers training day), they walked (and Amy waddled) into the lounge when Amy began to feel slightly uncomfortable, but nowhere near as earlier. She decided, having never experienced a late pregnancy (Robyn being born 6 weeks early and Petunia a mere 4 days early), she naturally assumed this was her body's way of telling her that the baby should have left by now. She ignored it and rested peacefully for the rest of the evening.
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Unfortunately, Amy's comfort was short lived as she spent most of Thursday night tossing and turning, unable to get comfortable. At about 2am, Sam awoke to find Amy sitting up in bed shivering against the cold March weather. She looked absolutely exhausted and her eyes were deep bloodshot red from where she had been rubbing them. Sam placed his hand on her shoulder – she was cold to the touch. He shifted into a sitting position and leant over the side of the bed to get a soft yellow blanket that lay there before draping it over Amy's shoulders.
"You're freezing Amy. Why didn't you wake me?" Sam asked, concerned. Amy didn't answer him but proceeded to rub her eyes more and yawn. Sam took her hands and pulled her gently towards him whilst coaxing her to lie down.
Having Amy sleeping up against him prevented Sam from having the easy night's sleep he had become accustomed to but his good deed was rewarded by the soft breathing and silent face of Amy, who had finally managed to drift off. Sam watched her for about 20 minutes before falling asleep himself.
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Friday morning, everyone dawned late, except Amy. She could be seen pacing the house, desperately trying to rid herself of a burning sensation she was currently experiencing in her lower abdomen. The more she walked, the more the pain subsided, which pleased her greatly. She was a lot warmer from last night and when she awoke this morning, she felt better than she had done since her earlier stages of pregnancy.
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11am saw everyone in the Evans household sitting in the lounge of the small bungalow watching children's cartoons and eating cereals. The children remained in their pajamas (Robyn in football-printed ones and Petunia in a long Barbie nightdress with a pair of My Little Pony pajama bottoms underneath). Sam had risen and dressed at about 9.30 and taken Toastin out for her morning walk. She was now exhausted and could be seen curled up between two pillows on the settee.
At about 2pm, the telephone rang. Sam snatched it up, as he didn't want to wake Amy, who was napping on the sofa, her hands protectively on her bump. It was his office. They needed him to go into work. He explained to them the situation and they persisted they needed him in work. The conversation ended with Sam agreeing to go to the office but he would only be there no longer than 2 hours. They thanked him and he said his goodbyes, promising to be there within the hour.
"Amy?" Sam gently nudged his wife, but she would not wake. He tried again. "Amy?" Shaking her slightly harder, Amy's eyes snapped open. "Amy, I need to pop into work for a couple of hours. Will you be okay?" Sam asked quietly. Amy nodded and waved him off, after he told the children (who were now playing a rather elaborate game of hide-and-seek) to be good and quiet whilst he was gone and to do as they were told.
"Come on Boy, where are you?" Any coaxed again, rubbing her belly. She was sore, tired and pregnant. This didn't go well when mixed with her fiery temper and she was grouchy when she didn't get enough sleep.
"When's brother coming mummy?" Petunia asked, wandering up to Amy with a Barbie in one hand and dragging a pink blanket in the other.
"I don't know sweetheart but I hope it's soon." Amy told her small daughter. This request was soon answered by another, much worse, pain in her stomach. This one was so bad she couldn't hide it from the children.
"What's wrong mummy?" Robyn answered, trying to keep the fear out of his voice. Being the eldest, he felt it was up to him to make sure everything was okay and to look after Petunia.
"Robyn, go phone daddy, tell him I need him to come home now." Amy answered, trying to stay calm.
"Think about the antenatal classes. Breathe in and out. In and out." She thought to herself.
Robyn rushed back into the lounge, his trainers squeaking on the laminate flooring.
"Daddy's on his way now mummy. He says try and hang on." Robyn puffed. In between contractions, Amy sighed, thankful that her husband would be here soon and that she could finally deliver her much anticipated baby boy.
Petunia picked up her blanket and placed it on her mother's belly.
"There you go baby." She whispered, before sitting on the floor and falling promptly asleep. Robyn resisted the urge to wake her and sat by his mum, rubbing her shoulder.
Several minutes later, Sam tore threw the door and collapsed on his knees in front of Amy, asking many questions.
"I've seen Jayne next door, she says she'll look after the kids," He said as he bent down to scoop up Petunia (who had managed to stay asleep) and carried her out of the front door and over the fence, Robyn following.
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An hour later, Amy was sitting on a hospital bed, the contractions never leaving her. Sam's hand was dramatically changing colour due to the lack of blood it was currently (not) receiving.
"Right Amy, you're ready to start pushing!" Replied a nurse after half an hour of non-stop poking. Amy rolled her eyes and pushed.
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When the Evans' found out it was a girl, Sam fainted. After expecting a boy for the best part of 9 months, a girl was quite unexpected, but still the parents (once Sam had regained consciousness) fell madly in love with her as they gazed lovingly at her Auburn locks and bright green eyes.
"You know, I'm surprised she has green eyes," commented Sam. "Normally babies are born with blue and then they change later."
"I wouldn't change them for the world." Amy replied.
They kissed over the sleeping and newly named Lily Cathleen Evans.
