Lily: Miss Slytherin, are you okay?!

Rosie: I'm fine—Oh, gosh... Kreacher?

-Kreacher appears next to her-

Kreacher: How can Kreacher help?

Rosie: Would you please tell my husband my water broke, and then kindly tell Professor Dumbledore? Students, I'm ending class early today. Be sweet to your substitute. Mr. Snape—you're in charge of the after school group.

Snape: Yes ma'am.

Rosie: Mr. Black, Mr. Potter—I'm counting on you two especially to help Mr. Snape.

Sirius & James: We will. :)

Rosie: Good boys. See you all later.

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Rosie calmly headed through the floo in her back office, taking a trip to St. Mungo. She had been dealing with contraction pain throughout the day, but she hoped it was only braxton hicks because it was still seven months into the pregnancy.

Oh well, she thought. Baby wants to come now, baby's coming now.

She couldn't very well tell her son no, now could she?

One of the perks to being semi-famous was that she was immediately recognized by the receptionist who hurried over to her.

"Lady Slytherin are you—"

"Water broke," she said. "Need a wheelchair, if possible."

"Right away," said the witch, retrieving a wheelchair for Rosie to take a seat in. Another healer came by and rolled Rosie away to a private room.

Another perk of being semi-famous.

Tom was the more famous between the two. Even if Rosie was known to the world as the creator of the worgen gift, had developed a cure to safely free House Elves, and was the driving force behind numerous creature protection laws, those types of things didn't get much media coverage. Oh sure, her name would pop up in textbooks, but not many people cared about that. Some of her more impressive accomplishments didn't even get media coverage—like creating the first revenant and death knight, or devising a permanent ritual that would allow vampires to travel under the sunlight. Or her numerous potions to ease vampires and lich's day-to-day lives.

Nope. In England, Tom as the Minister of Magic and known wizard to have united all of European Magical Communities, was the more famous of the two. He was currently helping create yet another magical school to deal with the influx of new Muggleborn students.

A mystery to most people of the public.

But Tom and Rosie knew exactly why so many more Muggleborns were being born.

As it turned out, if a pregnant woman ingested a magical stone—which Rosie named the Sorcerer's Stone—their child was born as a witch / wizard.

Rosie and Tom planned to slowly increase the magical population until they were equal or more than the Muggle population.

Then they would unveil the magical world and unite with the Muggle one.

A blending of science and magic—oh the possibilities were endless.

What couldn't they do after that?

By the time Rosie got situated in her hospital bed, Tom had arrived with his right-hand man, a worgen named Fredrickson.

"Good evening madam," greeted Fredrickson as Tom bent over to kiss her forehead.

"Hey Freddie," Rosie said with a pained smile. "Oof. Those contraptions."

"Do you want a pain potion?" asked Tom.

Rosie shook her head. "Not yet. He's coming early—I don't want to do anything that could risk complications."

"As you wish," said Tom, taking a seat on the bed and holding her hand.

Fredrickson nodded toward Rosie. "I'll let Fenrir and Anyo know."

As Tom had a right-hand man, Rosie had Fenrir and Anyo.

Rosie had found Fenrir and his mother shortly after graduating Hogwarts. She persuaded his mother, Daisy, into accepting Rose's help to better herself and her son. Daisy was already a werewolf and so Fenrir was born with the curse. Once the two had received the worgen gift, Daisy was overjoyed and eternally grateful to Rose.

Rose insisted she got her N.E.W.T.S. and hired all sorts of tutors and nannies to help.

Once Daisy had her education, she entered the English Ministry to help Rosie in her quest to push forward protection and equality laws.

Fenrir was raised with Rosie as his loving aunt. He got to attend Hogwarts, even Sorted into Gryffindor and was the Quidditch Keeper.

Rosie wanted Fenrir to pursue anything he wanted in life, but Fenrir ultimately chose to stay beside Rosie and help her however he could.

So she partnered him up with Anyo and when the three got together all sorts of schemes were created and acted upon.

They were more than good friends. They were family.

They would always be family.

Aside from Tom, she couldn't imagine anyone else being there for her for the birth of her son.

(Well... except her other family)

As Fredrickson left the room, another contraption hit and Rosie grimaced in pain. She rubbed a hand over her abdomen, humming to self-soothe.

Tom kissed her cheek, then used a handkerchief to wipe away the sweat gathering upon her brow. "I'm here Rosie."

"In this life and the next?" she asked him.

"I'm every life," he promised her.

She smiled at him. "Good. I couldn't do this without you."

"You could," he disagreed. "You're stronger than you think."

She leaned forward to kiss him. "Everstill... Oof."

He squeezed her hand.

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Thirteen hours later, a scream pierced the air of the hospital room.

Salazar Espoir Slytherin was born a very pink, very tiny, but very healthy baby boy to Rosaline and Tom Slytherin.

In their little hospital room he was greeted by Fenrir and Daisy Greyback, Anyo, Albus Dumbledore, Fredrickson Russet, Abraxas and Sol Malfoy, Beldon and Victoria Lestrange, Woodrow and Luna Nott, Celestine and Samson Greengrass, Ifa Shafiq, Anna and Nobby Abbott, and many many more to come.

"Welcome to this adventure, little one," Rosie whispered to her son. "No matter what happens, my dear, dear, son, know that you will always be loved."

Tom bent down and kissed his son's forehead. "Always."

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