The Elves' Baby
Harry was sat on his bed. He couldn't believe that he had just seen his parents' entire first year at Hogwarts. It had been incredible. He couldn't believe how much his mum hated his dad. It seemed completely impossible that she ever fell in love with him. Harry laughed at the thought. It's amazing that I've seen a year of memories and I've barely been gone an hour.
Ron came rushing into the room, "ah you're back. So what did you see?"
"Well, my parents absolutely hate each other. My dad was as bad as we were always getting stuck in the middle of things. He did the whole polyjuice potion thing too, just like we did."
"No way, I thought we had originality down with that one," Ron laughed.
"There was a big fight and my dad's house elf died. Voldemort and my granddad duelled." Harry could barely think what to tell him, there was so much. "My mum is about as smart as Hermione and just as stress."
Ron laughed at that, "when are you going back?"
"Straight away," Harry smiled, "I'm so excited. I finally get to know them. I get to know what annoys them. I get to see how they fight for what's good."
Ron patted his best friend on the back, "I'm happy for you, mate." Ron grabbed a jumper and made his way down the stairs. Harry looked at the snitch in his hands. He could barely contain his excitement as he whispered, "Show me."
The room disappeared and Harry found himself in the white fog that had become such a common part of his parents' story. As the mist cleared, he realised where he was. He was back on the staircase where the story had first begun with Mr and Mrs Potter arguing. It felt like absolute years ago and yet for Harry it was mere hours.
James was sat on the stairs waiting. He had come home to some very exciting news. Missy was pregnant. James had never seen a house elf baby before. He sat waiting for the birth to be over. Mrs Potter was in with Missy. Charlus was at work.
"Does Master James mind if Milly waits with Master sir?" Milly asked.
"No, of course not Milly. Make yourself comfortable." James nodded.
Milly sat next to his master on the stairs. "Are you excited Milly about being a father?"
"Yes, sir. Very much." Milly smiled brightly.
The boy and his elf sat quietly waiting for what felt like an eternity. Eventually Mrs Potter came out smiling. "You can come in now."
They made their way into the elves' quarters. It was a relatively small room but it was very cosy. They house elves had everything that they could possibly need or want. They were very well looked after by the Potters. James had never been in the elves' room before. His mother had insisted that that part of the house was exclusively theirs and therefore James wasn't allowed to go in without invitation. "Is it alright if I come in and see the baby Milly?" James asked the male house elf.
"Yes, Master James. I wish for you to meet my baby, sir." Milly squeaked. James nodded excitedly.
They made their way towards a small bed where Missy lay holding the baby, "it's a boy." She said, excitedly.
James looked at the cute child elf. It had giant eyes. "He is beautiful. What are you going to call him?"
"If it is alright with sir, we was thinking of calling the baby Mippy? Mippy was a very good friend of ours." Missy smiled at her master.
"I think that is a great idea. I think Mippy would have been honoured." James nodded. "Well, I'll leave you to it. Give you some privacy. You must be exhausted Missy."
"Yes Master, I is very tired." Missy replied.
"Get some rest," James said before leaving the elves alone. There was a tear in his eye as he walked into the living room where his mother was sat reading a book. James thought to himself how it was incredible that one elf had died and another took its place. He wondered if that would happen to him one day.
"Your father will be home soon," Mrs Potter broke his daze.
James sat at a writing desk by the window and began writing to his friends. He hadn't had a chance to reply to their letters all week. He had been home for about a month and had been writing back and forth with the marauders.
Dear Sirius,
It can't be that bad. I'm sure he doesn't hate you. It must be difficult for him. He'll have had a whole year of everyone telling him how terrible you are and that he better make them proud and get sorted into Slytherin. It's a lot of pressure for a wee kid.
I look forward to seeing you in a couple of weeks. If you want to come sooner you are always welcome. Mum and Dad would love to see you. Also the baby was born. It's a boy – they called him Mippy.
James.
James sighed and stretched his arms as he heard the front door. His father was home. "Dorea?"
"In here, love." Dorea answered.
Charlus walked into the room and kissed his wife on the forehead. "Good day at the office?" Dorea asked.
"Not really. Ended up going out on a raid." Charlus sighed as he sat down on the sofa opposite his wife. "What about you? How was your day, darling?"
"Very good. The baby was born. A boy. Missy and Milly have called him Mippy."
"Ah that's nice," Charlus smiled.
"It will mean the elves will be working less for a little while. Just until Missy has recovered." Dorea said both to her husband and son. "So you will both have to help with the housework."
"Sure thing mum," James nodded.
"Of course," Charlus smiled, "wouldn't expect anything else."
"Well, my parents would never have allowed an elf a break after having a baby." Dorea frowned.
