Chapter 3— Family Life

~Fun Fact: During the Halloween feast, when the troll is let in, Professor Dumbledore sends the students to their dormitories, but the troll is said to be in the dungeons, and that is also where the Slytherin dormitories are, meaning that Dumbledore has put them directly in harm's way by sending them there. The logical move would be for every student to stay in the Great Hall, do a roll call, and send teachers to go and look for missing students.

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I had only just woken up when a tall man burst through the door. He had a defined jawline, long, neck-length curly black hair, olive skin, and piercing purple eyes.

'Ah, he has to be my father; what, with the worried expression plastered across his face.' I thought.

"Sophia!" he shouted worriedly. "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine Adam." she replied soothingly, giving my father a gentle, reassuring look as the fear on his face faded away.

His eyes roamed the room until they fell upon the bundle in my mother's arms—me. Joy blossomed on his face as he picked me up and began to coo at me. And although I was physically a child, it was not a pleasant thing to go through when I was once an almost full grown human being. However, since having a dad was something I'd never experienced before, I decided to let it slide. After another bout of cooing, my father took a seat next to my mother's bed, holding me in his arms as he began to recount his day.

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Opening the wooden door, a nurse clad in a short-sleeved navy blue shirt and matching slacks entered the room. In her hands, she held a checklist with a pen behind her ear. She cleared her throat, interrupting my father who turned to her instantly.

"Thanks for delivering my son." he said, looking at her gratefully..

"No problem sir, just doing my job." The nurse replied, smiling at him.

"Is it safe for me to take them home?"

"Sadly not." the nurse replied. "Although both your son and wife are in perfect health; they'll have to remain in the hospital for a day or two to make sure there weren't any complications during labour."

"Thank god" he sighed as relief washed over him. "I had only heard that Sophia was giving birth while I was at work but the minute I could, I rushed over to the hospital even though I didn't manage to make it here on time…"

"It's fine Adam." she said softly. "You still managed to get here, didn't you? Besides, the worst is behind us now. Though if there's one thing you can do for me, it's to get some sleep. You look like you're about to pass out on your feet."

'Sounds good to me!' I thought as a yawn escaped my mouth.

The nurse turned around to leave the room but before I knew it, my eyes began to close as my mother held me closer to her chest.

'This isn't so bad…'

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A few days later, we had left the hospital and were at the door of our house somewhere in England if my parents' accents were anything to go off of.

'Damn, everything is gigantic when you're a baby, huh' I remarked as my father opened the door.

What greeted me on the other side was a house straight out of a classic 80's TV show. There were a multitude of portraits along both sides of the grey wall ranging from Heracles' epic battle with the Nemean Lion, to Vincent Van Gogh's 'Starry Night'. On the right side of the wall, there were a set of stairs leading up to what I'd presume to be the bedroom floor. And on the opposite side of the wall was a corridor. Directly ahead of us on our left were 2 doors roughly a metre or two apart from each other. The corridor led further down to what I could only assume to be more rooms and possibly some sort of living. Strenuously, I turned to my mother who was looking down at me with a soft smile.

"Home sweet home…" my father remarked as he looked back at me in my mother's arms. "Or in your case little one, welcome to your new home!"

'Thanks dad!' I replied in my head as I observed and appreciated my surroundings. It truly was a lovely home. I yawned tiredly once again as my eyes started to close as I relinquished myself into sleep's embrace.

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I was woken up by a pang of hunger. Looking around, I found myself on the left side of whom I assumed to be my mother. It appeared to be the middle of the night as I attempted to tug at my mother's clothes to wake her up; sadly I hadn't developed enough for that to be possible, I had only been born for a few days after all. I cursed my infantile body as I thought of anything I could do to wake her up.

'Hmmm....how do I grab mum's attention....' I pondered. It then suddenly occurred to me that I was a baby. And like babies do, I tried to gather mum's attention the only way I knew how. A while later, the room was filled with an infernal wailing. My father sat up instantly, as if an air raid siren had gone off and shook my mother awake in complete and utter panic.

'Pfft- What the hell kind of reaction is that?' I giggled mentally.

"Sophie! Hey, Sophie!" my father half whispered, half shouted; his fear evident in his voice.

"Hnngh...." My mother groaned as she sat up slowly, yawning. "What's wrong?"

"Do you not hear the banshee?!"

"What Banshee?!" She said, startled as she looked around, on high alert. I couldn't hold my laughter anymore as my parents turned their heads in the direction of my childish giggling.

Mum began to laugh as dad joined her, tears forming in their eyes. Once their fit of giggles had subsided, she picked me up.

"Just about feeding time isn't it..." She said adjusted her hold.

'What's feeding time?' I wondered as mum began to pull down her nightgown to chest level.

'Is this what I think it is?' I thought curiously.

Now I wasn't a sick individual who found any kind of arousal from his mother, but I was curious as to how breast milk would taste— considering I was a baby and that was all I was going to live on for a bit. Were my taste buds wired to find breast milk as heavenly or would it just be plain edible?

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Needless to say, what happened afterwards went as expected. Breast milk wasn't too bad, it didn't taste too dissimilar from regular milk and albeit slightly sweeter than normal.

'I really am grateful for this new life. I have an actual father, a loving mother, and a pretty nice house. What more could I wish for? I almost feel like being smote by that lightning bolt was a good thing... almost…' I thought as I drifted back to sleep, looking forward to what this new life had in store for me.

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*A/N: Hello readers, both new and old! I've tweaked a few things to be more coherent with my current writing style as well as make sense from a medical standpoint at least (thank you NHS website lol).

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