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"Do you know what you have done?" Gryffindor asked, his face red with anger.
Slytherine laughed, his face curled into a sneer, "I have made the world better, that's what!"
Gryffindor lunged at Slytherin, his sword brandished at the evil man. Slytherine dodged, striking a blow with his wand.
Gryffindor felt a collision on his shoulder. A burn formed there.
Growling, he called out, "Slytherin, you fucking bitch-ass pussy, you-"
"Phil!"
Phil grimaced as Kristen came into the room, "Heyyyyy, sweetcheeks…"
"Don't sweetcheek me!" Kristen scolded, "Don't swear around our son!"
Phil looked back at Techno, who was looking at his parents with mild curiosity, though his posture showed that of boredom. Phil's perfect child.
He was telling Techno the story of Gryffindor vs. Slytherin to try to get in his head that Gryffindor is superior.
"It's fine," Phil shrugged, "Techno's happy. Look at the little guy!"
As if on cue, Techno sneezes, getting snot on the carpet.
"You little sh-"
"Phil," Kristen let out a warning sigh.
"Yes dearest?"
"I-" she started, until she was interrupted by the radio that came on suddenly. Phil had enchanted it so only emergencies would come through.
Something happened. Something big.
"Hello, this is Jason Gellery, reporting here from the magik radio news. We have big news today, people. The Dark lord… is dead."
Kristen gasped as Phil grabbed her hand. What- how- huh?
"For live reporting, we got to Kara Heigh. Kara?"
"Thanks, Jason. Ever since the prophecy revolving around a young child born at the sunfall, Aurors have been on high alert, searching for possible children born from wizards across the world. Now, we have an answer to who that child was.
"Wilbur Gold, Son of Bradley and Charlotte Gold, was found alive. Underneath him, the dissolving body of the Dark Lord."
"Earlier, the Minister put out a statement:"
"While we celebrate the Dark Lord's death and the finding of the Chosen One, we mourn the loss of poor Wilbur's parents and thank Merlin that he wasn’t hurt."
The radio went silent, the only thing heard was static before turning quite. Everyone sat there quietly. Eventually Techno looked at his parents, a look of concern in his eyes.
Phil tries to lighten the mood by making a joke, "I swear, Techno is a 40 year-old in a baby suit."
"Charlotte…" Kristen said, barely a whisper.
Charlotte was a fellow Slytherin friend of Kristen's.
"She was so young…"
Phil sighed, "You know what's going to happen, don't you?"
Before Kristen could respond, a knock erupted from the door.
Phil let go of Kristen's hand (which he now realizes he was squeezing) and opened the door.
It was raining (when did it start raining?) when a very tired Sam came through his door.
Sam, as usual, sported his classic black and blue business suit, one that he bought at a muggle store. However, his usual neat tie was gone, the collar disorganized. His dyed green hair was messed up, as if he did it hastily.
Holding in his hands was a baby.
Wilbur Gold, to be exact.
“Got here as soon as I could,” Sam said. He handed his jacket and the baby to Phil.
Phil knew what to do with the coat. There was a hanger for that.
Was there a baby hanger?
“Honey,” Phil called to Kristen, “Sam kidnapped a child.”
“Again?” She called back, keeping the joke along.
Phil smiled, “I love my wife.”
Sam frowned, “I don’t see how you can make light of this… situation. He,” he nodded to the child, “lost his parents. Doesn’t even get to have his parents' first choice.”
Phil grunted, “Not our fault’s that Brad has poor taste in best friends.”
Sam gave him a stern look, “Take this seriously.”
Phil had enough, “Oh! You want me to take this seriously? Fine! The person I considered my best friend died! At the hands of my former friend! If TDM didn’t go all haywire, Brad and Charlotte would still be alive! Instead, they’re dead and my way of dealing with it is taking care of their orphaned child!” Tears stung in his eyes, “So yeah! Excuse me if I’m trying to joke so the pain feels better.”
Sam stared at his friend. Then he hugged Phil.
Phil was taken aback. The only time he has ever seen Sam hug someone was his newly-born son. And that was a cuddle. This was a hug.
Phil kind of stood there and hugged Sam back. As tight as he could. And he cried. No. He sobbed. He sobbed for a good ten minutes. Kristen came up to him, hugging him and sobbing with him. Techno, being the good son he is, crawled over to his parents and hugged and cried with them.
The only reason they remember Wilbur was there was because Techno stopped hugging and crawled over to the baby. Wilbur, surprisingly, wasn’t crying.
“B-bbbb,” Techno started.
Phil and Kristen stopped sobbing, looking straight at Techno. Whatever he was trying to say, it was his first attempt at words.
“B-b, ba…”
“Yes, yes?”
“Ba, ba…”
“Baby? Brother?”
“Break…”
Phil stared at Techno. What… What did he just say?
“Repeat that, dear?” Kristen cooed.
“Break. Baby broken.”
Phil inhaled sharply. How did he know all these words?
Phil picked up Techno in his arms. He walked over to where the baby laid.
Wilbur was around Techno’s age, maybe a little younger. He already had brown hair, growing slightly curvy. His pale skin outlined his skinny, even for a baby, body. The most disturbing thing about him were his palms.
His palms, instead of being pale, were scarred, burnt heavily. Soot clung onto the scrapes, making it even more surprising Wilbur wasn’t crying of pain.
His eyes were black, except for a gray lighting bolt that went through his pupil in his iris.
“Little Soot,” Kristen said softly.
“What?” Phil was confused.
Kristen frowned, “When Hogwarts was first made, Slytherin had black eyes with gray bolts. A symbol that you were powerful enough to survive the killing spell. They were called Soot eyes.”
“Why?”
“Something about rising from the ashes and soot is cooler than ash.”
“Hmm. Little Soot. I like it.”
“Little Wilbur Soot.”