Slowly I was being wheeled through the hospital, but the only thing I could see was the ceiling. Curse my baby body! can't even move properly. Luckily my listening was not impacted. Listening to the conversation around the hospital, it was fairly easy to identify where we are exactly.
Judging by the accents, I'd say we're definitely in England.
'Yeah, and Mom said Doctor Who isn't going to help us in the future.'
Well, it's not like she knew this was going to happen now—ohh, here we are.
slowly I was wheeled into a room and then was promptly picked up by the nurse before I could even understand where the fuck I was brought. From the looks of it, the nurse took us into a recovery room with three people in it.
'Holy shit, she looks barely in her 20s.'
I thought while looking at the woman sitting on the bed, She looks like she hasn't even finished her college. She had long, fluffy brunette hair and bluish-gray eyes. She didn't look a day older than some of my classmates, but the amount of giddy happiness on her face and love in her eyes as she looked up at me leaves no question as to who she is. She's the mother of the child whose body I'm taking for a spin.
At least she has the support of a loving family.
Chat has a point, because there's a couple standing beside the bed. The lady looked to be in her late 40s or early 50s with long brunette hair and green eyes and looked to be around 5'7". The guy standing next to her, though, was around 6'1" or 6'2"; he had dirty blond hair and those same bluish-grey eyes that looked a lot more alert and ready, but there was kindness in them too.
What the fuck does that even mean? There was a kindness to them? Motherfucker, they look like normal fucking eyes to me! Stop being poetic for no bloody reason!
I was just examining the two when the nurse handed me to the lady on the bed. your mother now...
"He's beautiful."
Seriously?? You must look like a bloody potato.
He just couldn't stop himself from commenting. 'Shut up.'
"And he's a clever boy too; look at him observing everything, like a hawk."
"The person," your grandfather said while observing me, but he quickly turned his gaze towards his daughter.
"Have you thought about a name?"
She looked towards me with an expression of love, but somewhere in there was a lot of pain in there too, again with this poetic bullshit... "I have." And I guess my grandfather also noticed this because his tone and eyes just got ever so sharp.
"You or that scoundrel Regulus." That immediately got my attention.
"Both of us did," said my mother while she was still looking at me, and a little too defensively. It looks like Grandad really doesn't like my father. By the way, where is he??
"Well then, let's hear it," says my grandmother, eagerly waiting for it as if a child on a Christmas
"Cassius Alphine Fall"—at this both of my grandparents perked up, but my grandfather looked a bit surprised by the revelation. "Not Black?" That surprised me and Chat both because once is a fluke, twice is a coincidence. "I will not allow him to go into the hands of that wench Walburga. "Thrice is not a bloody coincidence, 'Chat??' I called worriedly.
"I can't say I'm surprised by the sentiment, Blacks will be eager for a new addition, they don't have a lot of people left" Okay, this is getting a little out of hand now.
'Chat?!?! Are you hearing this' It was a stupid question, of course; he's listening, but logic has taken a backseat at the moment.
Yes, I'm….. But let's hear more; maybe this is all a big coincidence, or maybe this town is really big on Harry Potter or something.
Can't really dispute that logic, but I can't shake the feeling that this is not just a joke.
"So what did the doctor say about when we could all leave?" asked my mother, eager to get out of here.
"It'll be a day or two more."
See, with magic it would have taken them just a day, and we would be on our way, but we are not, because there's no magic.
"We should've gone to Saint Mungo's; it would've been safer too with that rabid dog running around with his pack of death munchers," said my grandmother.
....
"There was a chance that someone would have alerted Lord Black, Cygnus, or Walburga. That is not a chance I'm willing to take with Cassius."
.....
"Still, you-know-who wouldn't attack a small Muggle hospital in the middle of nowhere."
Well, I'm big enough to admit when I'm wrong.
How can he even joke at this time?? Not only are we in a completely different reality, but we're also in it at the worst possible time!!
'Chat! Now is not a time to joke; we're in a fictional universe where there's still a madman going around killing everyone he deems lower than him. With our luck I'm pretty sure we're his prime target. Holy fuck, he'll come for us. Sam: 'Fuck chat, we're gonna die before we even get to live again.' Saamay!! Get a hold of yourself; you're crying like a child!! Damn, I didn't even realize that I started crying. Oh well, 'I'm a child!!'
"Let's not talk about this anymore. We've already upset little Cass here with all this talk of war," my grandmother said, stopping the conversation, but it doesn't matter; the cat is out of the bag.
"Yeah, I'll get the nurse to get a proper crib here for Cassius to settle in for the night," my grandfather said, leaving the room to get a nurse.
'Chat, what are we going to do??' I asked my constant companion, "I mean, what can we even do here?" I'm just a baby right now! If that noseless, feckless asshole comes after us, then there's nothing I can do.
Well, first thing first, you're going to listen to me—that's easy.
'Yeah, that's alright.'
Second, we have to wait until October 31st.
That's a weird requirement. 'Why till then?'
That is the day Voldy will bite the curse and give us the breathing room to actually plan a bit.
Like always, chat is coming in clutch. 'Okay, yeah, seems like sound logic, but what do we do till then?'
Observe everything and get to know your new family.
New family. That'll take a while to get used to.
'This'll be anything but a breeze, Chat.'