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Chapter 17 : Hope is Born
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The news of Gabriel McKinnon’s had been a shock to everyone but especially to Lulu. Mia knew that something had been going on between the two of them but she wasn’t sure. Whatever it was, Mia knew for sure that she had never seen her nanny as grief-stricken as in the moment Dumbledore had announced that the whole McKinnon Clan was dead. And, to a certain point, Mia had felt surprisingly sad too. She had lost count of how many times he had saved her life during battles, sometimes seeming like he was looking out for her just as much as Sirius was, a fact that had caused them to grow into some sort of friendship. Now she would never know why he did that.
But rare moments of peace would come from time to time, even though there seemed to be less and less as the months passed. Nevertheless, the very last day of July 1980 brought one of these moments in the form of new life.
“Hi, Harry,” Mia whispered, looking down at the newborn baby in her best friend’s arms. The little boy was barely two hours old and he had already illuminated not only his parents’world but also their friends’. “It’s hard to believe people can actually be this small. He’s really cute, Lily.”
Lily smiled in wonder. “He has his daddy’s hair.”
Mia chuckled. “You will have to chase him all over the place with a comb when he is old enough to run,” she said, letting the little boy grasp her finger. “I can’t believe my best friend has a baby.”
“That’s understandable. I can’t believe I have a baby,” the redhead told her. “Do you want to hold him?”
She raised an eyebrow, looking down at her friend. “You’re insane. I’ve never held a baby in my life. I’ll break your son in a half.”
Lily rolled her eyes. “Of course you won’t break him in a half,” she assured Mia. “Come here. I’ll help you.”
She sighed and sat on the edge of the redhead’s hospital bed. Lily carefully shifted on the bed and passed her son to her best friend. “Support his head,” the new mother told her.
Mia looked up at Lily nervously, silently asking her if she was doing okay, and she gave her a nod in return and leaned back against the pillows. It wasn’t so difficult, after all. The little boy had adjusted him little form to her body and now slept peacefully in her arms, his little chest rising and falling as he breathed. She got up slowly and started pacing around the room as she looked down at Harry.
“See? You’re a natural, Mia,” Lily whispered.
Mia smiled. She had never felt something like that before. “Merlin… It is so incredible.”
“This is probably a good time to tell you that James and I want you to be Harry’s godmother.”
Mia looked up at her best friend and just stared at her for what seemed to be a long time. “His godmother?”
The redhead nodded. “I don’t think I would trust anyone else more that you to be a mother to my son in case something happens to me, Mia. James is asking Sirius to be the godfather as we speak. We want the two of you to be a part of Harry’s life.”
“But what about Elizabeth?”
“I’ve talked to her already,” Lily told her. “She really thinks you are the better choice. You have to admit she is still very far from settling down.”
“I… I don’t know what to say,” Mia whispered before looking down at little Harry again. “I’d be honoured to be his godmother, Lily. Thank you so much.”
Lily laughed. “Thank you. For accepting.”
A soft knock in the room’s door cause the two women to turn to it. “Everyone decent in there?” they heard Sirius’s voice though the door.
“Well, I am by I can’t assure you the same about Mia,” Lily replied playfully.
The door opened and Sirius entered the room with a smirk. “Her lack of decency is something I don’t have a problem with.”
Mia rolled her eyes from where she stood. “I’m flattered,” she told him sarcastically.
Sirius turned to her and felt his whole world shift. There was something about seeing her holding a baby that made… it was hard to explain what that made him feel but the closest way to put it was by saying that he had just fallen in love with her all over again.
“What?” she asked him with an eyebrow rose, noticing his stare.
“I’ll tell you later,” he promised her before turning to Lily. “So, Prongs seems to be under the impression that you have agreed with making me your kid’s godfather, Lily. Let me just warn you that it is too late for you to take it back because I have already said yes.”
“Aw, now you’re making me sound mean,” Lily told him, crossing her arms against her chest. “I’m pretty sure with Mia’s help you’ll be a decent godparent.”
“With Mia’s help?” he asked in an offended tone.
“I trust she won’t let you go overboard when it comes to spoiling,” she explained.
Mia chuckled from her spot. “I make no promises.” She looked down at her godson again for a moment and saw that he was awake and looking up at her with a tiny frown. “Oh, hi there,” she whispered.
“The little guy is awake?” Sirius asked approaching his girlfriend. Mia nodded and shifted their godson for him to take a peak “The kid is way too handsome to be Prongs’s,” he stated when he saw James entering the room by the corner of his eye.
“I heard that!” James said. “Just wait for your turn to receive smartarse comments when I see your little snots.”
“Hey,” Mia protested. “That’s my kids you’re talking about!”
He raised his hands in defeat. “Half-snots, then,” James corrected himself as he walked in their direction. “Now, pass over my son and go home to make your own.”
Sighing, she carefully passed him the baby and took one step back, letting Sirius envelop her with one of his arms. It was funny how light her arms felt, now that she wasn’t holding harry anymore.
“Well, I guess we’ll see you tomorrow, then,” Sirius said
“Thank you for coming right away,” Lily told them from the bed. “Even though it was two in the morning.”
Mia shrugged, approaching her and sitting on the edge of the bed. “It’s not every day your best friend has a baby. Besides, we don’t work tomorrow… I mean, today. My sense of time is a little confused right now.” She hugged Lily before getting up and joining Sirius again.
“We’ll come back this afternoon. Congratulations again, mate,” Sirius told James, patting him on the back.
“The sun is already rising?” Mia asked with a sleepy voice as she closed the curtains the room. “What time is it?”
Sirius checked his wristwatch before placing in on the bedside table. “Five-thirty,” he mumbled as he got into bed. “I guess that makes us early sleepers.”
Mia snorted, also getting under the covers. “I think that expression doesn’t apply to going to sleep before noon.”
Turning to his side in order to face her, he saw at the smile that was playing on her face. Sirius hadn’t seen his girlfriend smile like that in a while – all the attacks and death that she had witnessed in the past months hadn’t allowed her too. “You look happy,” he pointed out.
“That is because I am,” she told him. “You know, Harry being born showed me that not even this war can take all the happiness from us. I felt hope when I held him. It was just so amazing, Sirius. You know, for a moment I wished he was ours; it made me realize how much I want to have your babies.”
Sirius grinned and caressed her cheek with his hand. “I’ll be more than happy to provide.”
That was exactly what she had wanted to her. He hadn’t hesitated for a second. “Just… how many do you want to have?” she asked him. “We’ve never really talked about numbers, have we?”
He shook his head. “Well,” he started, “I would actually like to have several of them. Maybe enough to form a Quidditch team.”
Mia raised an eyebrow. “How many players exactly does a Quidditch team have? Five?”
“You don’t know how many players a Quidditch team has? You’ve been to practically all my games!”
She shrugged. “Hey! For all I cared, the team might just have one player: you. But, really, how many players?”
Sirius gulped. She wasn’t going to like that. But she was to ask in the first place. “Er… seven… plus reserves, but I am not counting them,” her told her.
Her eyes almost jumped out of her face as she stared at him. “Seven?!” she asked in disbelief. She had seen what Lily had to bear with her pregnancy: swollen feet, back aches, peeing every ten minutes. He wanted her to go through all that all that times seven?! “You want me to pop out seven kids for you? You have to be losing it!”
“Hey, no need to freak out! I’ll be happy with as many as you are willing to give me,” he told her. “I guess I can borrow some of James’s kids for the team.”
“You’d better,” she warned him. “I can’t possibly give birth to seven kids.”
He shook his head. “Oh, I am pretty sure you can do anything, Mia,” Sirius told her with a playful smile on his face.
She chuckled. “In your dreams.”
“Sure that is possible in my dreams,” he said. “But it also is in reality.”
Mia sighed. “What the hell was I thinking when I fell for a nutter like you?” she mumbled, hiding her face in the pillow. Seven kids… mental, she thought.
Sirius grinned even wider. “That you loved me and all that mushy stuff.”
It was four months later that everything changed. A day that started as a perfectly normal and turned out not to be so much.
It was almost midnight when Sirius arrived home, entering the apartment with a very worried look on his face that gave Mia the chills.
“What happened?” she asked as soon as she saw him entering the house, getting up from the sofa where she had been reading. She could tell something wasn’t right. “Was there another attack?”
Sirius shook his head. “He’s after Harry,” her boyfriend said, approaching her. “You-know-who is after Harry.”
Mia’s eyes widened. “What?!” That wasn’t possible. That just… couldn’t be. Harry, her godson, was just a baby. Why on Earth would Voldemort go after a four-month-old baby? “What makes you think that?”
“Dumbledore,” Sirius panted, sinking on the sofa. “James hasn’t told me the specifics but he said that Dumbledore has reasons to believe that he is after Harry.”
She shook her head repeatedly, taking a seat by his side. “That… that can’t be! Harry is just a baby! He didn’t do anything to set Voldemort off!”
Sirius nodded. “All I know is that it is something about a baby born in the end of July to parents that have faced You-know-who three times… Harry fits and so does Frank and Alice Longbottom’s boy, Neville. They weren’t so lucky…”
“What do you mean?” Mia asked worriedly. She had never been very close to the Longbottoms but they had never been nothing but nice to her.
He looked away. “Bellatrix happened. She and some other Death Eaters caught Frank and Alice and tortured them to insanity. They have been sent to St. Mungos but things don’t seem to be good. Neville was with his grandmother, so they didn’t get him.”
Mia covered her mouth and gasped. “Dear Merlin…” she whispered.
“That could have been Lily and James if they had gotten to them first,” Sirius said. “Dumbledore is sending them into hiding. They’ll use a fidelius charm to keep their location unknown.”
“They know how to do it?” Mia inquired. Very few wizards and witched knew how to do that spell. It could lead to disastrous consequences when miscast.
“Dumbledore and Flitwick are working on teaching Lily. She was always good with charms,” Sirius told her. “They asked me to be the secret-keeper.”
“Did you accept?” Mia asked immediately.
He shook his head. “I’m too obvious,” he told her. “Everyone knows I am James’s best mate. It would be too risky. If the Death Eaters caught me…”
“You wouldn’t breathe a word,” she said in sure tone.
Sirius sighed. “They have ways, Mia,” he stated. “Veritaserum, the Imperius curse, torture… Everyone talks if the right pressure is applied. They needed someone less obvious. Someone like—”
“No!” she shouted before he could say anything. “Don’t tell me. You’ve just said it yourself: everyone talks. The less people who know who Lily and James’s secret-keeper is, the better. I am not about to put them in danger by knowing.”
He hesitated for a second but then nodded. “That makes sense.”
She sighed. “Do you think they will be okay?”
Sirius shrugged. “I have no idea, Mia,” he said. “But they have all the protection that Dumbledore can provide. Hopefully we will be able to end this stupid war soon.”
“I hope you’re right,” she whispered. That was what Mia prayed for every night. She knew that as long as that war kept going, she and Sirius would never be fully happy knowing that any of their friends, or even one of them, could die at any moment.
A/N: Just one more chapter and this one is done. How did you like this one? I am just wondering... how do you think thie fic will end? Like it happens in the books or completely different? Review!
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