Sweet Child of Mine

[Cassandra Trelawney I]

Theo was eight weeks old. Eight weeks: that was as long as Cassandra got to keep her baby. She'd found the perfect place for him, and put in place a plan. She'd found a woman in Plymouth who had lost a baby a few days prior; Theodore was fostered with her. Maybe one day it could be arranged for him to come home and be 'fostered' with Cassandra, but she was telling herself that this was goodbye. No matter how much she loved Theo, he'd be better off raised with his background unclear.

Cassie held Theo close and gave him a kiss on the head, and handed him over to his foster mother. "Theodore Amandus Trelawney," she repeated, not for the first time. Not that anyone outside this house would hear him called anything other than Theo or Theodore for a great many years, and it was likely people would assume he was his foster mother's son. "Take good care of him."

Once more his foster mother promised that she would, and with on last longing look at her baby, Cassie turned and left. This was for the best.