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September 20, 1979 - Brownshire Cafe (London)
Abrecan and Rosalind Selwyn landed softly outside of the Cafe's entrance. Abrecan quickly took the chain of the time turner from around Rosalind's neck and ushered her inside toward the bustle of the crowd. He was uncomfortable in his muggle clothing but kept himself from shifting in an attempt to blend in. Rosalind had already disillusioned herself and was quietly casting the spell they had created that identified a person with a magical core.
The Cafe was obviously popular but there was still room to walk around comfortably. There was a strong smell of coffee in the air and the sound of barista's shuffling near each other as they worked side by side. Muggle restaurant's were so much louder without the use of magic to aid them in their endeavors. Rosalind's favorite Cafe in Diagon Alley looked similar to this with large windows that let in the sunlight and the same shade of blue on it's walls, but the use of magic kept the patron's from hearing the barista's making the tea and coffee.
He pushed down the lingering feeling of guilt at what had taken them into the muggle world. This is something that muggles had done to magical parents for years, how else would magic have made it's way into the family lines of muggles. The thought calmed him and brought him back to the task at hand. They had struggled to have children for so long and Rosalind had been absolutely devastated by it. He would do anything to make her happy. She had devised a plan and he had helped her to create the spell. He had spent money on a time turner and they had waited for the perfect day.
Rosalind nudged him with her arm and pointed to a young couple that was holding what seemed to be a newborn baby.
"The baby has an incredibly strong magical core. The core of that magnitude would be equivalent to the strength of a baby born of our two houses." She whispered to him.
He put his hand on her lower back, guiding her to a table where they would be able to keep an eye on the young family.
"That's the one you want?" He asked her. They only had one shot and he wanted her to be absolute in her decision.
She nodded, her chestnut curls bouncing, "Yes. It's young enough that we will be the only parents it knows and we won't have to worry about a magical trace later in life. Nobody will question us showing back up in society after so long with a baby that is so young."
Her cheeks had taken on a rosy hue and her blue eyes sparkled with anticipation. He took her hand in his own and squeezed it gently.
Fortunately they didn't need to wait long, the young family stood and began to make their way towards the exit.
"Show time, darling, " Abrecan whispered.
They followed them into the bright afternoon, waiting for the moment they distanced themselves from the crowd. It ended up happening when the baby began to cry. The woman began to panic and look for a place for them to sit. The man pointed to a bench outside of a restaurant that looked to be closed.
"Why aren't they comforting the baby?" Rosalind worried.
He didn't have an answer for her. The young parents had made it to the park bench and had laid the baby down on the bench next to them. The man wrapped his arm around the woman and she turned away from the baby to see him.
"Now."
Abrecan apparated silently behind the couple, "Obliviate," he whispered. He was working carefully to organize their memories. They would never know that they had a baby at all. Instead they would decide that they didn't want children and were perfectly content to live their lives as a family of two.
While he was sifting through their memories Rosalind had scooped up the baby and began to soothe it. She was bouncing it slightly in her arms and quickly performed the spell one more time. She was certain. This child would be supremely powerful, perfect as the heir to the House of Selwyn. Abrecan grabbed her arm and silently apparated them down the street, away from the other couple.
They watched as the two looked at each other before walking away the opposite direction.
"I modified their memories so that they would change their mind about wanting children. If anyone asks about a child they should've had they'll respond that they never wanted a child. They have no siblings and their parents have died. You made a perfect choice, my little Ravenclaw." He told her.
He looked down into the eyes of the little baby.
"We should get her home to perform the ritual as fast as we can. I want her on the family wall early enough that nobody will question it." Rosalind answered.
"The baby's a girl?" He asked her in awe, "I've always wanted a daughter."
September 20, 1962 - Selwyn Manor
The ritual was simple at first glance, but had the capacity to go horribly wrong if the familial magic decided to reject her. It involved the mixing of enough of Rosalind's and Abrecan's blood that the child could ingest with enough to use it to trace runes along her body. Rosaline would trace the runes while Abrecan would perform the complicated spell. If any of the runes were slightly misshaped or his intonation of the word even slightly off it would fail. Additionally, the child's magical core had to be strong enough to contain the ancient family magic. If she couldn't contain it her core would stretch to the point of breaking and the ritual would fail.
Performed correctly the ritual would strip her birth parents of their claim on her, shifting it to Rosalind and Abrecan. This would make them, physically, her biological parents. Her biology would change to reflect Abrecan and Rosalind. She would take on their physical and magical characteristics. It would be a complete adoption with no trace left of the young couple from before.
Abrecan grabbed the blood mixture from the shelf, "What should we name her?"
He turned to look at his wife who hadn't taken her eyes off of their daughter. "Her name had been Hermione," he told her, "I found it in their memories."
"Hermione," she whispered.
Their daughter cooed at her in response.
"Shakespearean, like mine," she looked at him, "I like it."
"Well, Hermione it is." He measured the blood into a cup, passing it to Rosalind to feed to their daughter.
She took it from him and Hermione drank happily, "Hermione Rosalind Selwyn."