The Wizard Baby

Isabella Wendell was worn out and exhausted. She was a new mother so this wasn’t a huge surprise but she didn’t have an ordinary son, he was a wizard baby. As a matter of fact, he wasn’t even a normal wizard baby. Most witch and wizard babies are just like Muggle babies not showing their magic until a later age. However, Isabella’s son was not like that, his magic was already showing and since he was just a baby he had absolutely no control over himself. No one else did either. It was hard enough that taking care of a new baby is difficult, but Isabella thought she just might lose control.

Wally, the wizard baby, doesn’t like to have his diapers changed, most babies don’t. But when Wally’s mother or father went to change his diaper, he would turn them into toads. It wasn’t really his fault, but it was difficult on his parents.

Wally also doesn’t much care for baths, but he has to be cleaned…however, every time his parents go to get him washed up he accidentally sets their hair on fire.

When Wally cries, things are known to suddenly explode all around him. When he laughs, things can disappear, and when he is asleep his room turns into his dreamland. No one is safe.

So there is Isabella, with singed hair and fried nerves. She had to do something. Just yesterday Wally had gotten really excited about a cookie she gave him and apparated himself to Diagon Alley. It took hours to find him and she had been scared to death.

She had called the doctor and the doctor had called the only person he knew of that could possibly help in a situation like this, Albus Dumbledore.

Isabella thanked the heavens when Dumbledore arrived at her house later that day. "I’m so glad you are here," she had told him. "Do you think there is anything you can do?"

Dumbledore bent down and picked up Wally. Wally giggled and then Dumbledore’s beard turned into fluffy teddy bear, still attached to Dumbledore’s face.

"Oh my!" exclaimed Dumbledore, as he set Wally back down, pulled out his wand, and turned his beard back to normal. "That’s quite a little spitfire you have there. I thought maybe the stories about him had been exaggerated but now I can see this could be a problem. He can’t grow up this way, he might accidentally make himself disappear you you’d never see him again."

Isabella gasped, but Dumbledore said, "Babies like him are rare but there is something we can do for you. It should put him back to normal like any other baby and then you won’t have to worry anymore."

"What can you do?" Isabella asked.

"There is a complex charm called the Normalis Charm. It is used to put that which is unusual back to its normal state. It’s worked before in cases like these so it should work now. What we need is a small lock of his hair…do you think we can get one off of him without him turning us into something?"

Isabella sighed, "I don’t know but we have to try."

It only took two tries, but not before Wally turned the small scissors into a cockroach. Isabella had then in her hands and suddenly she was holding an ugly bug. She screamed and dropped the cockroach on the floor. Dumbledore immediately brandished his wand and zapped the bug back to a pair of scissors. While Wally was distracted by the light coming from Dumbledore’s wand, Isabella snatched up the scissors and snipped a lock of hair before he noticed.

Dumbledore smiled. "That could have been a lot worse." Isabella smiled, too. It was nice to have someone with her who cared and that helped her relax. She trusted Dumbledore and knew he would be able to help her son.

"Now," said Dumbledore, "we must take this lock of hair and place it where he sleeps most of the time."

Isabella led him to Wally’s room where his crib was set up in the far corner. Dumbledore placed the hair in the crib and brandished his wand once again. After saying a very long set of complicated incantations there was a flash of light from the hair as it burst into flames and burned away. It didn’t even leave a burn mark on the sheet.

Isabella looked skeptical, "Is that all?"

"That should do it. Let me know if it doesn’t work and I’ll come back, but you shouldn’t have any problems," said Dumbledore.

Sure enough, Wally grew up as normal as any wizard boy. When he got older, he began to have the occasional magical occurrence, but at least this time his mother was prepared and it was never more then they could handle. When Wally was eleven he went off to Hogwarts with all of his wizard friends. At his sorting when he stepped forward to put on the hat, Dumbledore remember him. "Ah yes," he thought to himself and smiled. "The wizard baby."