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.・゜゜・─── ⋆⋅☾⋅⋆ ──・゜゜・.

March 27, 1960

"Congratulations Mrs. Potter! It's a boy!"

The soft cries of a small baby could be heard throughout the entire Potter Manor.

Fleamont Potter couldn't help but let a few tears slip out at the birth of his first son. He and Euphemia had been wishing for a child for many many years, and as they aged it seemed more and more impossible. Until one lucky day, after many years of trying, Euphemia finally became pregnant.

Now, 9 months later, Fleamont Potter held his first son, bundled up in so many blankets tightly in his arms.

"He seems to be perfectly healthy ma'am, you did great." The doctor congratulated her turning around before hearing another scream rip from her throat. Everyone turned to look in her direction, a worried expression across all of their faces. Fleamont turned, running to her side again, his son still in his arms.

"What's wrong my love?" An exasperated look across his face as his voice shook with worry..

Another loud moan sounded through the large room, not answering his question, too caught up in the pain that felt like it was ripping her abdomen.

"Do something!" He turned toward the doctor yelling at him to help. The doctor quickly headed back towards her, visibly stressed as she continued to cry out.

The doctor quickly knelt in front of the bed, doing his best to find the cause of her wailing. Her screams continued for a few minutes, while Fleamont continued to yell at the doctor to do something, afraid of losing his wife.

"What's wrong?! Help her for Merlin's sake!", the baby in his arms began crying louder.

And just as the shouts had begun they disappeared, Fleamont visibly saw Euphemia relax again, catching her breath. But before he could question the doctor again, another set of cries began, this time from a smaller baby in the doctor's arms.

"Congratulations Mrs. Potter, you have given birth to twins."

June 15, 1968

"You can't catch me, Maggie! I'm too fast!"

A young boy yelled as he ran away from his sister in their large backyard.

"That's not fair Jamie! You're taller so you have longer legs!"

Maggie yelled back before giving up and letting herself fall back onto the soft green grass below her. She laid there for a minute, trying to catch her breath from chasing after James for so long. She closed her eyes letting the warm summer sun cover her already tan face. But the relaxation disappeared as soon as the sun was covered by something, she opened her eyes to see James staring down at her, before throwing himself down next to her in a fit of giggles.

"I won, you're too slow."

Margaret rolled her eyes but still smiled.

"You've always been faster James, you and Dad are always out playing sports, you know I'm not good at that."

She replied, still looking up at all of the clouds that covered the big blue summer sky.

"Yeah, but I'm still faster."

The boy turned his head to face her with a wide smile, his glasses that were way too big for his face nearly slipping off his nose.

"Maybe you're faster but I'll always be smarter."

She snarkily replied to him smirking back at him.

"Yeah, and that's why you're going to be a Ravenclaw and I'm gonna be a Gryffindor!"

"Just because you're fast doesn't mean you're gonna be a Gryffindor, and just because I'm smart doesn't mean I'm gonna be a Ravenclaw. There's a lot more that goes into getting put in a house Jamie."

"Yeah I guess.. But I know I'm gonna be a Gryffindor! Just like dad!"

James quickly stood up a look of pride in his face. Margaret sat up leaning back on her elbows and smiled up at him. His messy black hair now covered in leaves and twigs, she laughed at that, but she knew her longer crazier hair probably looked just as messy if not worse.

"Maggie! Jaime! Ya metanse!"

Euphemia's voice sounded from inside the Potter manor. Maggie and James turned to look at each other before both racing back inside, knowing their mother was waiting with some delicious food for lunch and agua fresca.

August 24, 1968

The soft sound of crunching twigs and leaves could be heard throught the small path in the woods behind Potter Manor. Maggie found herself mindlessly wandering these woods quite often. Normally when her brother and father had wandered off to play quidditch or some other sport, something she quite frankly had little to no interest in.

She appreciated times like these, just exploring the large terrains that surrounded their home. She knew every rock, every root, and every tree around their home, but today she had decided to go deeper into the woods, wanting to explore what she had yet to discover.

However, what she did not expect to find was a clearing and a hill leading up to another large house, and a brunette boy around James' height playing with a stick a few feet away from her.

He didn't seem to notice her at first, continuing whatever imaginary battle he was fighting. But with a quick turn ,he ended up staring right at her. His eyes quickly widened in shock and fear, not expecting anyone to actually be behind him. He stared at her for a minute not really knowing what to do.

"What are you playing?"

Maggie decided to break the silence. And her soft voice seemed to break the boy out of his trance.

"Um.. knights.. I'm fighting a dragon.."

He answered a little confused, still staring at her questioningly.

"Cool! Can I play too?"

She smiled at him before bending over to pick up another stick.

"Oh.. um.. sure.. it would be nice to have someone to play with for a change."

He smiled at her finally starting to become comfortable.

And the game continued. Maggie and the mystery boy fought dragons and trolls, saving dozens of villages from danger until the sun began to set. As an orange hue painted the sky Maggie realized it would probably be dinner time soon, but the boy's mother seemed to beat her to it.

"Honey, it's time for dinner come inside and wash up!"

"I'm coming!"

The little boy yelled back still trying to catch his breath from their hours of playing around and running.

"I should go.. Bye.."

He said to Maggie giving her a small wave before turning around and heading back up the hill toward his home.

Maggie watched the boy walk away before shouting something at him.

"I'm Maggie by the way! Maggie Potter!"

It had only dawned at her at that moment that they had never exchanged names.

The brunette boy turned around, halfway up the hill, with a big smile.

"Bye Maggie! I'm Achilles!"

He shouted back still smiling at his new found friend. Maggie smiled as he disappeared again, before turning around and heading back the way she came.

.・゜゜・─── ⋆⋅☾⋅⋆ ──・゜゜・.

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