Chapter 1: The Birth of the Supreme Six
Albus Dumbledore looked out from the windows of Hogwarts. How time flies, another year had past. Little did he thought that this would be the year where six of the legendary Supreme Seven were born to fight the rising Dark Lord. Although he was wise and knowledgeable, he did not possess the gift of premonition.
"Come in." Dumbledore called out to the person outside his office door. Usually visitors to his office never had the need to knock, since the moving gargoyle was loud enough to inform him about the incoming guests.
"Yes, Albus." McGonagall walked into the round office and took a seat at the chair across Dumbledore.
"I was wondering if you have a strange feeling that something big is about to happen this year." Dumbledore asked. "A strange but good feeling." It was the second day into the new year and the students were coming back the next day to continue their semester.
"Now that you mentioned, I think I understand what you meant." McGonagall gave a thought. " For the last few evenings, I had some weird comforting feeling but at the same time anxious and worried. I can't seem to find a word to describe that." She looked at Dumbledore with a mixture of confusion and worry.
"I believe something big is about to happen." Dumbledore said confidently.
"Well, you might want to ask Trelawney about the future." McGonagall rolled her eyes a little. She thought that Divination was more like the art of deception, especially Sibyll Trelawney who barely looked like she had any more power than performing drama during her class. Transfiguration, in her opinion, was much more practical.
"I already did." Dumbledore smiled and shook his head. She can be so stubborn sometimes.
"Then what did she say" McGonagall raised her brows in mild anticipation.
"She said that this would be the year where destined wizards and witches were born to save the world." Dumbledore gave the main point. "She said that there was a 'nagging' thought in the back of the mind that it has something to do with legendary characters."
"As in the story of the Supreme Seven" McGonagall chortled. "That would be amazing."
"I believe her." Dumbledore said coolly.
"You can't be that thick. I mean, out of her hundred weird premonitions, one will come true, and it's not even entirely true." McGonagall shook her head in disbelief. Just a week ago, Trelawney had commented that if thirteen people who sat together for dinner, the first to stand up would die within one day. Apparently the first one who dared to stand up was Dumbledore, and he was still alive now.
"I believe this is the one out of the hundred." Dumbledore gave such his rarely shown serious expression.
"Alright, let's wait and see. We can confirm it in about twelve years time." McGonagall shrugged. "We can't do anything about it now anyway."
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"WWWHHHAAAHHH" A loud cry of a newborn baby echoed through the corridors of the empty St. Mungo hospital in the wee hours. Harry Potter, who was pacing to and fro outside the delivery ward, halted immediately and turned to wait anxiously at the door for the Healer to appear.
"Congratulations, Mr. Potter." The healer smiled broadly. "You may go in to see your wife and baby boy now."
"Thank you. Thank you so much." Harry thanked the man who delivered his son to this world gratefully. He did not wanted to stay inside to witness the process for he knew he probably would freak out before his wife. Rather than being useful, he might be the hindrance.
Harry pushed open the door and entered the ward, which now had a pungent smell of blood and antiseptic. Grinning broadly, he moved swiftly towards his tired wife.
"Hon, how're you feeling now?" Asked the concerned husband.
"Exhausted." Helen replied wearily, resting against the pillow that had been mutilated by her during her labor.
"Congrats." The mediwitch who carried their baby boy said sincerely. "He looks just like his father."
"Thank you." Harry took his son from the mediwitch gingerly, trying his best to carry his newborn in a more natural manner. "So what shall we name this little darling?" He showed the bundle wrapped in blue towel to his wife.
"I like the name James." Helen mustered her strength and touched her child on the cheek.
"That's a nice name." Harry agreed wholeheartedly. "How about my father's name for his middle name"
"Sounds good." Helen smiled encouragingly.
"Ok, here comes James Kelvin Potter!" Declared the proud father as he cuddled his son. The newborn had stopped crying and now fully absorbed in looking around at the unfamiliar surroundings.
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After a one-month gap, in another part of the country, a man was waiting eagerly outside a hospital delivery ward. Adam Lupin was pacing about outside the delivery room when suddenly the cries of a newborn burst the silence of the hospital surroundings. "Oh Merlin." He tried to calm himself down as he waited for the healer to come out.
"Congrats. You can go in now." The healer smiled at the perspiring father.
"Thank you" Adam rushed in to see his wife Adeline, who was now cuddling their newborn son in her arms. He gave his wife a quick thank-you kiss on her lips before saying anything.
"Hey, Little Darling." Adam touched the few strands of fine hair on his son's head. "Little Honey." Both of them adored the pretty baby before them as they were deciding a name.
"Remus." Adeline suggested suddenly, looking up at her husband. "How about Remus Jason Lupin?"
"I don't like the name Jason." Adam said thoughtfully. "What about Remus Jack Lupin?"
"Okay with me." Adeline smiled as they continued to admire their bundle of joy.
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"Look at how cute they are!" Jason Black exclaimed excitedly. He was swinging his three-day-old baby boy gently, never taking his eyes off him.
"Yeah! They're so adorable!" Replied an equally excited Jeraldine. She was cuddling their baby daughter as she leaned back on the hospital bed.
"So what shall we name them?" Jason asked. "They had been nameless for three whole days."
"How about I name our daughter and you name our son" Jeraldine suggested lovingly, looking up at her husband who was walking to and fro with their baby boy.
"I want to name him Sirius Edward Black." Jason said, looking at his wife.
"She shall be Stefanie Elle Black." Jeraldine said at the same time, locking their eyes together. Then both of them laughed at their simultaneous statements.
"Wow. Telepathy, huh." Both of them laughed at one another, looking lovingly at their fruits of love.
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Dawn Evans cuddled the baby lovingly as Daryl Evans came into the hospital ward with their first daughter Petunia in the break of dawn. She had just given birth to a baby girl after a long night.
"How is my darling feeling" Daryl gave Dawn a kiss and smiled lovingly as his wife.
"Never been better." Though tired, the radiant glow on Dawn was obvious.
"Daddy, I can't see." Little Petunia tiptoed and attempted to climb onto the high hospital bed.
"There you go." Daryl lifted Petunia up so that she could have a closer look at the little pink bundle.
"She is so cute." Five-year-old Petunia asked, touching the cheek of the baby gently. "What is her name"
"This will be up to your mummy." Daryl smiled at his beautiful wife.
"Lily Doraine Evans." She cooed, as she adored the sleeping baby with the two of them.
"Hello Lily." Petunia said softly, looking at her younger sister. "Can I carry her"
"Sure." Dawn smiled at her older daughter. "She is very fragile. You must be gentle with her, ok"
"Ok." Petunia sat closer to her mother and tried to hold baby Lily, as carefully and gently as she could. "Wow."
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Sarah Figg carried her one-week-old newborn daughter and walked briskly towards the nearby orphanage. She could not keep the child. She just couldn't. She had her reasons for doing so. Abandoning her flesh and blood was too much for her to bear.
When she reached the doorstep, she left the baby girl at the doorstep and inserted a letter into the bundle.
"Goodbye Arabella Doreen Figg, my love." She whispered and planted a kiss on the sleeping baby's forehead. She wrapped the towel around the infant to keep her warm from the mild wind.
From afar, she waved her wand and pressed the muggle doorbell. Taking a final glance at the daughter, she turned and hurried away from the orphanage in tears. If she did not leave now, she probably could never make her legs take her away.