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Late February Amos Diggory’s Flat { @amxsdxggory }

Initially, when Albus’ owl had pulled Minerva out of bed at 6am on a Sunday (the only day she allowed herself to sleep in--until 7), she had been annoyed. Highly annoyed. Sunday was her day off, her day to herself, her day to sleep and rest and visit with family. Sunday was not for being called into Albus’ office first thing in the morning like a misbehaving student. But those feelings of annoyance had quickly evaporated when he informed her that Amos Diggory (with his son) was back in London and ready to report for Order duty. Sure, that news probably could have waited another hour, but Minerva was grateful for the information nonetheless. 

She was even more grateful for the knowledge that Amos had asked after her. That was all she needed to hear to send her to his flat in London, fully dressed and prepared for the day, all before 10 in the morning. Minerva had understood why it was that Amos had disappeared, of course. He had a son to think about. Things had been dangerous then, scary, terrifying, especially for a parent. Even she had been kidnapped by the Death Eaters, and the dreams that had haunted Amos were enough to send even the strongest man running, especially if those dreams revolved around Cedric as Minerva was certain they did. But she couldn’t deny that she had been sad to lose him, nor that she had missed Amos and Cedric terribly. 

Minerva had become quite close to Amos ever since he had become a father. Though he had been a bit of a troublemaker in his Hogwarts days, he had always been a mostly respectful student, but the high esteem she had for him now had been earned after she saw the way he stepped up to be a father to that little boy. As a fellow member in the Order, she had grown to care deeply for Amos, and Cedric was so adorable that he could win over even the hardest heart with just one cheeky smile. It was the thought of that cheeky smile that caused Minerva to knock so forcefully on the door of Amos’ flat that she winced, worried it would frighten Amos. When the door swung open, it revealed Minerva with a sheepish smile.

March 21, 1979 St. Mungo’s  { @amxsdxggory }

Augusta Longbottom was a skilled healer. She was well practiced in attending to all manners of injuries and infections that cropped up in the wizarding world. She was well respected by the other staff at St. Mungo’s. But sometimes she had ideas about wizarding medicine that the rest were skeptical of. The biggest of these was her assertion that there should be a ward of the hospital devoted to caring for pregnant witches and children. It wasn’t common for witches to give birth at St. Mungo’s, nor was it a practice that parents would bring their children in for checkups unless they suspected that something was wrong.

Yet Augusta remained convinced that this was a good practice to have. Muggles did it, and even though wizards were free from needing to worry about many of the things that Muggles could fall victim to, there were still plenty of reasons for there to be care for pregnant witches and children. Augusta herself had nearly died in childbirth, even with all the magic and potions at her disposal, and perhaps Annabelle wouldn’t be as fragile as she was if there had been a place for Augusta to take her at St. Mungo’s. 

So she had fought hard enough that the hospital had allowed her to begin seeing patients there, even if they were adamant that there would no new ward built. This was why Augusta was leading Amos Diggory (with his son in his arms) to a room that had been designated specifically for her. Upon entering the room, Augusta instructed Amos to settle Cedric down on the patient table and washed her hands before turning to face them. “So how is little Cedric doing?”