Hello, My Name is...

Chapter Twenty:Who's Fucking Baby is This?

(Can you guess what this baby's name is?)

My uncle and aunt had left to go somewhere so I was alone at the house but later that night I heard the doorbell ring. I open the looked out to see no one then I heard a cry I looked down to see a baby in a basket. "What the fuck?" I muttered to myself while picking it up. While inside I notice a note, it read, Dear Mister and Misses Hohnsen, The baby in this basket was given to you by the order of Miss Phoebe Hohnsen, "I'm going to kill him." I muttered darkly but continued reading, in her will. In the envelope there is a copy of the will, the child's birth certificate and Gringotts vault number that is shared with her brother, the boy who lived and lastly her name is Tiger Lily Potter. I then glanced at her thinking, Holy crap, her parents must of hated her,Who names a kid Tiger? Then I thought,Maybe the wanted a cat? I chuckled at the thought then said, "So kid,Did your folks just ditch you are something?" It then cried, "God damnit. I mumbled. Aww, come on kid stop it." I moaned in annoyance then sighed asking, "Do you want your bottle or something? I tried to give the bottle to it while saying, Come on kid, your making this worst then it has to be." I sighed giving up on that idea then thought of checking her diaper. Disgusted I took a peek nothing, "Thank god. Alright, What do you want kid?" I asked it annoyed It just started crying again, only louder this this time. "Son of bitch." I muttered rubbing my head trying to think then I thought of warming up bottle. I chucked into the microwave for five minutes then tried to calm down the brat. After I heart a beep the bottle was ready but then I took it out the thing was fucking hot, so hot that I dropped it. "Shit!" I yelled out then I heard a cry, "God damn it!" I muttered trying to pick it up I washed it in the sink filled it with milk from the refrigerator then put in the microwave for one minute. Once I got it out it felt fine so I gave it to her soon she-it fell asleep next to me on the couch. I laid next to her wondering, What will happen next?

                                                                                Allen's POV

I was in the ministry on magic pleading with my wife asking them, if they could make some sort of deal for my nephew but they disagreed telling me that he killed perhaps over five hundred to a thousand wizards, witches, and muggles. "Not to mention that he was you know who's left hand man." said another. "All that and he killed his own sister, your niece, and you really want a man like that back in the both the wizarding and muggle communities? I say not sir." Finished Cornelius Fudge. "Please mister Fudge, Please give Jorden a chance. He's really a good person, he was just lost." Begged Erika. "I'm sorry mam'e, but I have to do my job." I sighed, then said weakly, "Then at least give the boy a trial. That's all we ask." He sighed then told me, "I'll see what I can do, Allen." I smiled a bit, "Thank you, Cornelius. Don't thank me yet." I heard him muttered, but I was glad, At least we had a chance. When we arrived home we were shocked to see a small child sleeping along with Jorden I smiled at the scene. While Erika was getting a blanket for them I saw a note on the coffee table. After I read it I showed my wife who smiled kissing both their foreheads then we went to bed.