Well, not exactly all of them, but Veronica's parents were currently somewhere in Australia and Thomas' parents lived too far away to come at such a short notice. They sure would be happy once they got the news later.
"Are they...?" Remus asked, while Sirus helped Harry to pack up his things.
"Mother and child are in great health! Come, let me introduce you!" Thomas told them, looking incredibly happy and proud.
They followed him through the corridors, until arriving in the room where Veronica was recovering from the birthing process. Being ushered in, they saw Veronica in a bed, looking in utter fascination at the small bundle she was holding in her arms. Once she noticed them, she looked up. While looking really tired, she beamed like a radiant sun.
"Oh, come! Let me introduce all of you to our new son, Mark!" she called them over.
They all looked at the newborn baby in her arms. Now, newborn babies pretty much looked all the same, but that didn't stop Sirius and Remus hearts from melting in sheer adoration. Harry on the other hand looked confused at the newborn Mark Evans and then asked why the baby looked so wrinkly.
"Oh, he spent nine months in water, of course little Mark is wrinkly," Veronica laughed, not being offended by Harry's honest question. "Remember how you are when you get out of the bath."
"Don't think you looked any better at that age," Remus added. "Oh, I remember when Lily presented you to us, you were just as wrinkly."
Harry blushed while the adults got a good laugh.
What none of them knew, that the birth of little Mark Evans aroused something else's attention.
In her office, Professor Minerva McGonagall was busy with correcting test papers for her fifth year Transfiguration class. Putting a red 'T' under an especially appalling test paper of a student she was very certain would not make an OWL in Transfiguration at the end of her year - which made her wonder why that girl had even been sorted into Ravenclaw - she noticed that the Book of Attendance was getting active.
Well, it was not the book itself, though it was magical, that was the really important part, as it was replaced every decade once being full. The really powerful magic was in the quill that wrote in it. It was enchanted to register the births of new magic users on the British Isles and write them down into the book. The names were only recorded with the date of birth. No additional information like residence and parents were available.
The book was kept in her office, since it generally was her who dealt with muggleborn students - which were easy to identify, considering how small the magical community was on the British Isles. The name and birthdate alone were enough to check with Ministry records and come to the correct conclusions. The system had worked well so far.
"Looks like someone new will be attending in eleven years." Glad to get away from these test papers for a moment, McGonagall walked over to the book and read what the quill was writing.
Mark Evans
born: May 14th 1985
"Well, now this is interesting..." she mused when reading the name. "Perhaps I should send a letter by Muggle mail to Sirius and ask for confirmation?"
In honesty, she looked over all the recent names and could guess that about a third of those names were muggleborn future students - a percentage that was bound to rise even further in the future, thanks the recent war killing so many magic users and the simple fact of numbers due to the Muggle population being so vastly bigger.
She also had no illusions that it would cause friction in the future with those who disliked change.
...June 24th, Privet Drive...
Dudley Dursley at the moment was a rather unhappy now five-year old boy; sulking in the garden due to current circumstances.
His birthday the previous day had not exactly went as he had imagined. Oh, not from the number of presents - his parents were as generous as ever. To an outside observer, they were heaping lots of material goods on him which he held no appreciation for. Oh yes, Dudley Dursley was an incredibly spoiled boy who thought his living arrangements were the norm and that he was the center of all attention. Boy, would he be in for a shock at the start of his first school year.
No, his bad mood was the result of his Aunt Marge being present for his birthday - she actually still was visiting. Oh, he was acting like a perfect nephew to her - as much as that was possible for him - but in truth he could barely tolerate her. He was too young to know exactly what it was that caused him dislike her, especially since his father held so much on her, but it had made his own birthday pretty miserable for him. Even worse, he'd had no outlet for his bad mood.
The game of musical statutes - of course they had let him win on purpose, not that he knew that fact - had only made things worse. The only consolation had been the birthday cake, of which he'd almost eaten half of himself. Marge's presence, for some reason he didn't understand yet, simply dragged down his mood. He was too young to understand the reason lied in the fact that she simply was such an unpleasant person.
With his father being at work, he'd felt it better to be out of the house and away from Marge's direct presence. He did gladly let his mother suffer Marge's full attention.
"This is boring..." Dudley grumbled, having nothing at hand to distract him.
He would not go into the house, as he could hear Marge lecturing his mother on something he didn't understand. That only left leaving the garden to find something to distract him on the street. He felt as long as he kept close to the house, it would be OK.
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