all that i can give - sirius black

prologue

Notes:

I don't own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does. The only things I do own are my OC's. 

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A young woman in her early thirties sits in a hospital bed cradling her newborn. Her husband stands to the left of her, holding their son's hand.

The boy is a perfect mixture of both of them, his hair a perfect chocolate color you could only find from mixing his mother's caramel hair and his father's inky black hair. His wide green eyes come from his mother, and the nose that he still has to grow into is the mirror image of his fathers.

Instead of sitting or being held he wanted to stand at his mothers bedside and get a good look at his new sister. His father had just finished whispering to his mother how wonderful she was and how much he loved her. He couldn't see her very well from the height he was at, but from what he could tell she looked beautiful, as always. She just looked tired, like when father wasn't home and he was a particularly bad boy.

"Mama?" he asked, hand still held firmly with his fathers.

"Yes, my love?" she responded with a smile.

Those wide eyes looked up at her. "Who?"

Mama smiled and said "Her name is Natalie. Natalie Bria Leoni."

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Two and a half later years later,

Carlo Leoni woke at three in the morning to a poking feeling on his cheek. When he opened his eyes, a pair of green eyes that strongly resembled his wife's looked back at him. For a moment he thought something was wrong with her, but he soon realized it was his daughter's teary eyes looking back up at him. Her mess of curly chocolate colored hair, a shade or two darker than her brothers, strongly resembled a bird's nest at the moment. The mess of curls reached just to her chin from the way his wife cut it once a month, making it easy for him to put bows and pigtails in his little girl's hair. 

It wasn't until she sniffled and a fat crocodile tear ran down her cheek that he realized he wasn't still dreaming, and went to pick her up.

That was when he noticed she was floating. Sitting in the air with her legs crossed one under the other, his daughter was waiting for him to wake up and comfort her.

When she was in his arms he asked, "What is wrong, mia monda?" and when all she responded with was "Papa," and a frown he gently lifted her and put her in the place between him and his wife. Natalie went to snuggle her mother, but grabbed her fathers hand and held onto it, the grip only loosening when her breaths evened.

"She has a room for a reason, Carlo." Corina sleepily murmured to her husband.

"And when have I ever been able to say no to her?" he asked, just as sleepily.

"This is the last month she can do this. Salvo had to start sleeping on his own when he was her age too, it won't be fair." she replied, though even as she said it her hand went up to rest on her daughters back.

"I know, mi amor. She will." he replied easily, like he had for the past two months.

But they had spoken enough, and he had a meeting in the morning. If he wanted to see both of his children before he left, he would need a good night's rest. So with that, he rested his hands on his daughters back, atop of his wife's manicured one, and fell back asleep.