Chapter 1: It Begins
In a medium sized house on Privet Drive, a small child perched precariously on the armrest of her mother's chair. Petunia Evans was curious about her mother, Rose Evans', Protruding stomach. Her mother had told her that she was going to have a baby sibling soon. Petunia hoped that it would be a girl. Rose Evans smiled privately to herself before removing her small child from her perch and taking her upstairs to bed.
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In a Huge mansion in Godric's Hollow, Harold Potter paced outside a closed door. His wife, Emily Potter, was pregnant and due any day. They still didn't have a clue what to name the child. Harold was ecstatic. He hoped for a boy but either way he was just happy to have a child. He stopped pacing and flopped into a chair in his study across the hall. Emily would call him if he needed him.
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In a small cabin in the woods Daniel Lupin was arguing with his 8 and a half month pregnant wife.
"The baby is due sometime in the next two weeks," He argued gently. "It's about time you stopped working and started preparing for what's to come."
"I guess your right. I just don't want to be bored out of my wits." Christina Lupin sighed.
"I understand, but I'm worried about you." Daniel replied, "Besides, I'm sure you'll have plenty to do."
"Ok, today's my last day. I'll submit my request for maternity leave when I get to work." Christina said, caving in.
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In a cosy little cottage on the London country side, the Minister of Magic, Robert Pettigrew, was sitting at his kitchen table drinking a bottle of fire-whisky, watching his pregnant wife struggle to make dinner.
'For her sake, the baby better be a boy or else she's gonna get it.' He thought to himself.
Lauren Pettigrew was having a hard time making dinner for her husband. She was almost 8 months pregnant and was hoping for a boy. She knew her husband would be upset if it wasn't and she hated making him upset.
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Number 12, Grimmauld Place was a disaster. Kreacher, the house elf, was scrambling to make his mistress, Walburga Black comfortable. Orion Black, the master of the house, had just run to the pure blood hospital to fetch a nurse for his wife. Walburga had just entered labour. The Blacks were dark wizards; they always had been and always would be. Orion needed an heir to his legacy or else the Black linage would be erased. He grabbed the nearest nurse and yelled in her face that his wife was in labour and she needed help. The nurse calmly sent for another nurse to accompany him back to his house. 5 intense hours later, at 11:59 on February 2nd 1958, Sirius Orion Black was born