A True Pureblood

Harriet Cassandra Potter

Agatha Medea Potter née Nott had tried her hardest to hold of the birth of her secound child. She's heard of the prophacy Albus Dumbledore claimed to be true and had no desire for her child to be the chosen one.

Firstly her family were supporters of the Dark Lord  so she could not bear the child who would defete him, convincing her parents to let her marry James was already hard enought she did not need to birth the "chosen one", that would be most shamefull !

Secoundly, they would be targets to the Dark Lord and would probably have to go into hiding, she already had a two year old son and now a newborn, she did not need anymore stress.

At 2 o'clock in the morning, August 1st 1980, Harriet Cassandra Potter was born to James Potter and Agatha Medea Potter née Nott, and younger sister to Henrick James Potter.

Agatha looked down at the child she had given birth to, her daughter, Harriet had the same black hair as James but it was wavy like her own, her skin was rosey and her face was soft.The newborn gently opened her eyes, they were the same famous pitch black colour the Nott family was pround of.

Suddently the wooden door to her room opened, James Potter came running inside, their two year old son in hands.

-,,How are they ? How are my wife and child, Healer Brown ?" James franticly began questioning Ingrid Brown, the Healer and friend of Agatha who helped her give birth to both his son and daughter.

The curly haired woman turned to look at James with clear annoyence.

-,,James ! Don't come barrging in here and scream like some animal ! Secoundly I told you to call me Ingird."

-Sorry Ingird, I'm just worried. How's Agatha ? And my kid ?" James again stared bouncing around, semmingly forgetting he had a young child in his hands.

Ingrid moved closer to James and took the young boy from him, then placed him on a red velvet couch next to the window.

Henrick James Potter was a slightly chubby baby who looked just like his father with the exception of his hair colour, it was a medium shade of chestnut brown just like his mother.

-,,Worry not James, both Agatha and Harriet are alright. Your child was born without complications." Responed Ingird, while transfigureting pencils into toys for Henrick to play with.

-,,Harriet?" James asked. Who was this Harriet? And what was she doing here? How did she get through the wards? Was she one of Agatha's friends ? How come he never heard of her ?

-,,She's our daughter, James. Harriet Cassandra Potter, try to think racionaly sometimes and not like a filthy muggle." Agatha exclaimed exasperated, honestly James was smart, but sometimes he was a complet idiot.

James looked at the small human in Agatha's arms, wrapped in an ivy green canopy blanket. He moved closer to her, pitch black eyes were staring at him, then suddently the newborn began to cry. Following his sister, Henrick stared tearing  up aswell.

-,,Shh, darling that's just your father" Agatha began rocking the baby in her arms, slowly calming her down.

-,,James, perhaps you should take Henrick and leave, by the looks of it his also close to crying and I still have other cheak ups in need to perform on both your wife and daughter." James looked at his sons teary eyes, picked him up and quietly left the room.