The long anticipated sequel to It was My Willing Choice; the first chapter of the second book, and continuing virtually where the last one had left off. If you haven't read the first book, I implore you to do so, or this story is not going to make s...
Talifa then nodded, "And what is new miss's full name?"
Tom and Harry shared soft looks as they eyed her and then Harry looked to Talifa, "Ananya Nagini Peverell."
Talifa then smiled softly as her eyes watered a bit and she wove magic gently; drawing out the blanket with the small koala's, elephants, tigers, and lions. She wove the magic and stitched the child's full name into it with a swishy design and golden-brown threading, before draping it gently over the edge of the crib.
Harry smiled and then eyed Tom, "You go ahead; I'll be down in another moment."
Tom inclined and then paused to lean and kiss Harry's cheek before bending down and leaving a kiss to his daughter's forehead. She may not be his blood-relation, but that was mere technicality. When she was a bit older; they could offer to her to be blood-adopted, but Harry wanted to wait to ask of Death how that might affect her before they agree to it. So, they could explain to her the possible consequences of it despite its benefits.
Tom then left the room and Harry smiled to the little girl, "You are safe now Ananya. No one will ever be able to harm you so horribly ever again. Tom and I won't allow it." He told her
He watched as she gurgled with sleepy baby eyes and Harry sat down in the chair within the room as he gently rocked her back and forth to and fro whilst humming softly a tune that he had once heard someone else do to their child.
Wondering if his mother had ever done such a thing for him.
Once she was fast-asleep; he laid her in her new bed and turned the lights out, all but one. Talifa was not present in the room, but Harry and Tom both knew she was keeping her ears open to anything odd in the nursery while she did other chores.
Harry closed the door and smiled before he sighed, "I hope Remus is going to be reasonable later." He whispered to himself.
Harry walked the hallway and down to his bedroom, where he went past the sitting area and directly into the bedchambers. Tom was already there; sitting propped up onto his pillows and had some manner of book in his lap.
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