A/N: Hello dearies. So I had this idea today, and couldn't resist writting it. I know I have 3 other fics to finish, but I just couldn't stop myself. I'll try to update them all soon, but for now enjoy.

Clotho, she who spins the thread of Life.

22 of September 1925, London

It was a chilly night of September. The rain had finally stopped and the stars could easily been seen in the clear night sky.

St Mungo's was having a quiet night, only five wizards had come in need of healing. One had been cursed by someone, but nothing too serious. One witch had gotten too drunk and ended up in a coma, she would be fine in the morning. Another one had eaten peanuts, forgetting he was allergic to them. And finally, the last two idiots, had decided to have a duel and both had ended up in the hospital.

The receptionist was about to yawn, when a couple entered. The beautiful blonde woman, who was noticeably pregnant, was in the arms of the man -who looked quite alarmed.

"Please, my wife is giving birth." The man said loudly, catching his breath. The young receptionist, quickly got up and helped the woman. From proximity she recognized the couple, and the ring on the man's hand only confirmed what she already knew. She was in the presence of Lord Caius Potter of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter and Lady Elia Potter, who was carrying the heir of the Potter line.

"Lord and Lady Potter, quickly to the maternity floor." The young girl said, helping the couple into the elevator and pressing the 6th floor.

It took but second, and they stepped from the elevator. The healers quickly noticed the heavily pregnant woman, and quickly levitated her to a closed room.

"Lord Potter, do you wish to be present during the birth?" An older healer inquired, as Lord Caius Potter walked around in circles nervously.

"Of course!" The tall, dark haired, brown eyed soon to be father replied, somewhat calming down. There was no way he was going to leave his wife suffering alone through the birth of his heir, or heiress. They had decided to leave it a surprise, his wife insisted saying it was a Greengrass tradition.

He quickly entered the room, where his wife was already screaming while the medi-witches told her to push.

"Elia, my love, I'm here." Caius said, giving her his hand.

"You better be, this is your fault." His wife said, before letting out a scream and promptly breaking a few bones in his hand.

"Calm down dear, it's almost over." He said, trying to calm her down. "Just push."

"Calm down, are you kidding me?" She hissed at him, narrowing her eyes. "Next time we're doing the Pain Sharing spell darling!"

I was about to reply, when the healer told Elia to push. "Push Lady Potter, just another push."

Elia ended breaking the rest of the bones in Caius's hand, and used her remaining strength to push once more. Soon enough a wail was heard through the room.

The medi-witches quickly cleaned the baby and handed her to her father. "It's a beautiful girl Lord Potter."

Lord Potter softly took the child, almost afraid of breaking her. She immediately stopped fuzzing and crying. Caius Potter was crushed with emotion, looking at his little miracle. His angel.

"Look at her Elia, she's so beautiful." Lord Potter said, as he put his baby girl in his wife's arms. Elia Potter, neé Greengrass, softly smile and nodded, spilling a few small tears.

"What are we going to call her Caius?" Elia inquired, looking at her husband.

"How about Aurelia?" Caius replied, looking at his family. "It means the golden one, and she is quite precious."

"I agree, it's a beautiful name." His wife agreed. "Aurelia Ava Potter, after you mother Caius."

He softly brushed his wife's blonde hair aside, and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. "Thank you my love, it's a delightful name for one so precious."

The couple continued to stare at their little miracle, hopping the happiness would forever continue.

However, all good things end quickly.