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[alt_charlie]

I still can't get over the idea that the whole mad scheme actually did something. Well, I mean, we don't know yet if it did what Dumbledore thought it might do magically, but Agrippa's sword and Merlin's staff, WE MADE A PERSON. Or are making a person! Or, well, you're making the person, I'm just standing here and cheering you on, but you know what I mean.

I'll repeat what I said when you told me: whatever you need or want me to do, yeah? I won't hover, but just say the word. I've told Dree and Em -- they both say congratulations and best of luck, by the way -- and they both told me I should also tell you to order me around as much as you want.

And Snape pulled me aside after the meeting and said there's a potion that will help even more with the nausea and used to be prescribed for pregnant witches because it helps strengthen the baby's magic, but it's not used as much anymore because it requires fluxweed, plus dragon scales harvested from a living dragon under the light of a waxing moon. I've sent him the scales, and he said that since he isn't using so much of the fluxweed in his Polyjuice, he should be able to harvest some for this. At least if you're going to be making a person, you've got a potions master at hand to brew for you! (Em said he'd offer, too, but he's not as good with the medicinals, so you'd be better off with the St M's potioneers. I didn't tell him we had wanted fugitives doing our brewing instead.)

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[alt_nymphadora]

It is mad, isn't it?

And mad how as soon as I knew I was knocked up I started to feel ill, but not before. Frankly, I'd have been as happy to go on not realising!

I've been reading back in my journal, as you do when something like this happens. I see that two and a half months before the end, I was swearing I'd never have another one--so there's something to look forward to! And I can tell you I had loads more time for writing entries that were meant to make people think the Ponds were a slightly dim couple of nice, normal people running a rather hopeless little shop in a slow part of town. Can't say I miss giving Farty chances to pop in and say horrible things to me. But it made me realise that I used to keep in touch a bit with Aunt Narcissa, and I hadn't even thought about writing her in all this. I suppose I should do.

That won't be half awkward.