THE HEIR.

the begining of tragedy

James Potter and Lily Potter were enjoying a peaceful afternoon in their cozy cottage in Godric's Hollow. Freshly graduated from Hogwarts, they were reveling in their newfound freedom, surrounded by laughter and love.

James's parents, Fleamont and Euphemia Potter, and Lily's parents, Howard and Rosemary Evans, had come over for a pleasant family visit. They were all sipping tea and reminiscing about old times when a loud thud resounded through the house. The latest edition of the Daily Prophet had just been delivered, and it was filled with horrifying news: Voldemort was on a rampage, leaving a trail of death and destruction.

"Look at this," Euphemia said, her voice trembling as she handed the newspaper to James.

James read the headline aloud, his face paling, "Voldemort Strikes Again: Innocents Slaughtered."

Howard Evans set his cup down with a clatter. "You two need to leave," he said firmly, looking at James and Lily. "It's not safe here. Go abroad, stay away until things settle down."

Fleamont nodded in agreement. "Your safety is paramount. We’ll take care of everything here. Just go."

With heavy hearts, James and Lily packed their bags and left for Italy that very night. As they settled into their temporary home in a quaint village, the fear and uncertainty began to give way to a sense of security. It was there, amidst the rolling hills and sunlit vineyards, that Lily discovered she was pregnant.

"James," she said, her eyes shining with tears of joy, "we're going to have a baby."

James embraced her, his heart overflowing with happiness. "This is the best news, Lily. Our child will be safe here, away from all that darkness."

Nine months later, their son was born. They named him Shelby, after a character in a book Lily had loved as a child. Those first days with Shelby were a blissful blur of sleepless nights and endless wonder.

But after twenty days of Shelby's birth, a letter arrived from home. The situation in the UK had worsened, and their parents urged them to return. James and Lily were torn. They were just twenty, barely more than kids themselves, and the thought of facing their families with a child was terrifying.

In a moment of panic and poor judgment, they made a fateful decision. They placed Shelby in a sturdy basket and left him by the edge of a gently flowing river, hoping someone kind would find him and give him a good home. With heavy hearts and tear-filled eyes, they watched the basket float away before turning back to resume their lives, pretending nothing had changed.

Now to baby Shelby

In a charming village nestled among the rolling hills of Italy, Charlotte and Sebastian lived a quiet yet fulfilling life. Both were esteemed wizards, working for Italy's Wizard Defense, protecting their community with skill and dedication. Despite their shared love and peaceful existence, Charlotte harbored a silent sorrow. She was infertile, a truth she had come to accept, yet it didn't lessen the pang she felt whenever she saw children playing with their mothers.

Sebastian, ever the supportive husband, loved Charlotte deeply and had never let her infertility affect their bond. Still, he knew how much it pained her. They found solace in their shared devotion to Lord Shiva, visiting the temple daily, their prayers an anchor in their lives.

One serene evening, as the sun began to set, they made their way to the riverbank temple dedicated to Lord Shiva. The air was thick with incense, and the sound of their chants mingled with the rustling leaves. Suddenly, a faint cry broke through the calm. Charlotte and Sebastian exchanged puzzled glances, unsure if their ears were deceiving them.

The cry grew louder, more insistent. Charlotte's heart raced as she looked towards the river and saw a basket gently floating on the water. It was glowing softly, an ethereal light emanating from within.

"Sebastian, look!" she exclaimed, pointing towards the basket

Without a moment's hesitation, Sebastian leapt into the river, wading through the water to reach the basket. He lifted it carefully and made his way back to the shore, Charlotte rushing to meet him. As they peered into the basket, they were struck with awe.

The baby was unlike any they had ever seen. His eyes were like blue diamonds, sparkling with an otherworldly light. His face glowed with a serene, almost divine radiance. His tiny nose, eyebrows, and ears were perfectly formed, giving him an angelic appearance.

"Why would anyone abandon such a beautiful child?" Charlotte whispered, tears welling up in her eyes.

As if in answer, a single leaf drifted down from the sacred fig tree above, landing gently on Charlotte's face. She looked towards the statue of Lord Shiva, and a profound sense of peace washed over her.

Sebastian," she said, her voice filled with reverence, "this is a blessing from Lord Shiva. He has heard our prayers and sent this child to us."

Sebastian, still holding the baby, felt a warmth spread through his heart, a sense of calm he hadn't felt in a long time. He looked at Charlotte and nodded. "Yes, Charlotte. This child is our blessing. We must keep him and raise him as our own."

Charlotte knelt before the statue of Lord Shiva, tears streaming down her face. "Thank you, Lord Shiva. I will always be at your feet, forever grateful for this miracle."

Turning to Sebastian, she said with conviction, "We mustn't tell anyone about his origins. He is ours now, and we will love and protect him as our own."

Sebastian agreed, his heart filled with a newfound sense of purpose. They took the baby home, their lives forever changed. They named him Siddarth, a name that felt both powerful and peaceful, symbolizing the extraordinary gift they had received