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One: The Labouring Mother/ Two: The Worried Father.
I've never 'tagged' anything before, so I hope I've got this right. *crosses fingers*
Title: The Labouring Mother.
House: Ravenclaw.
Word Count: 100, as per Word. (Includes hyphenated as one)
Rating: Teens.
Characters: Lily Potter, Un-named Lucina. (Birthing Witch)
Summary: Lily is in labour.
A/N: 'liquor' in this case is pronounced 'ly-core' --at least, it is in the UK. ;) The idea of a Lucina, or birthing witch, is mine own and based upon the Roman goddess of childbirth. Nothing squicky. Honest.
"Stained liquor... that baby needs to come out now!" The Lucina pushed up her sleeves. "Come on, Lily! Push! Baby's getting tired!"
"Baby's getting tired!" Lily grunted and was lost to the overwhelming contraction.
Catching her breath after pushing herself cross-eyed, Lily Potter swore on Merlin's grave that The-Git-With-Prongs was having the next.
"Good girl! And again!"
Lily mentally rolled her eyes at the Lucina's excitement and gave in to the primal urge until she saw stars. A hand pulled hers down.
"That's baby's head! Push!"
Catching the excitement, Lily obeyed and her body yeilded new life.
"Harry!" she gasped, beaming.
Title:The Worried Father.
House:Ravenclaw.
Word Count: 100, as per Word.
Rating: teens.
Characters: James Potter, Sirius Black.
Summary: James frets while Lily labours.
A/N: Matched to the first but stands alone.
"What's 'stained liquor'? Is it serious?"
Sirius regarded the wild-haired prospective father over his shot glass. "You're asking me?" He refilled the glass and proffered it. "Sorry --steady your nerves, Prongs>"
James Potter paused his restless pacing long enough to wince the spirit down, keeping his wand close to his ear so he could follow everything upstairs.
"She's in agony up there!" His fist banged on the table. "And I'm down here!"
Sirius waited intently. "Prongs...?"
"It's gone quiet!" Deathly pale, James leaped to the foot of the stairs.
A thin squall filtered down.
"Harry!" he whispered, relieved. "Oh, Lily!"
Title: The Labouring Mother.
House: Ravenclaw.
Word Count: 100, as per Word. (Includes hyphenated as one)
Rating: Teens.
Characters: Lily Potter, Un-named Lucina. (Birthing Witch)
Summary: Lily is in labour.
A/N: 'liquor' in this case is pronounced 'ly-core' --at least, it is in the UK. ;) The idea of a Lucina, or birthing witch, is mine own and based upon the Roman goddess of childbirth. Nothing squicky. Honest.
"Stained liquor... that baby needs to come out now!" The Lucina pushed up her sleeves. "Come on, Lily! Push! Baby's getting tired!"
"Baby's getting tired!" Lily grunted and was lost to the overwhelming contraction.
Catching her breath after pushing herself cross-eyed, Lily Potter swore on Merlin's grave that The-Git-With-Prongs was having the next.
"Good girl! And again!"
Lily mentally rolled her eyes at the Lucina's excitement and gave in to the primal urge until she saw stars. A hand pulled hers down.
"That's baby's head! Push!"
Catching the excitement, Lily obeyed and her body yeilded new life.
"Harry!" she gasped, beaming.
Title:The Worried Father.
House:Ravenclaw.
Word Count: 100, as per Word.
Rating: teens.
Characters: James Potter, Sirius Black.
Summary: James frets while Lily labours.
A/N: Matched to the first but stands alone.
"What's 'stained liquor'? Is it serious?"
Sirius regarded the wild-haired prospective father over his shot glass. "You're asking me?" He refilled the glass and proffered it. "Sorry --steady your nerves, Prongs>"
James Potter paused his restless pacing long enough to wince the spirit down, keeping his wand close to his ear so he could follow everything upstairs.
"She's in agony up there!" His fist banged on the table. "And I'm down here!"
Sirius waited intently. "Prongs...?"
"It's gone quiet!" Deathly pale, James leaped to the foot of the stairs.
A thin squall filtered down.
"Harry!" he whispered, relieved. "Oh, Lily!"