There were three things Astrid Perez knew she would never forget about her husband Daniel. The first was the day she saw him on the street and fell head over heels for a muggle boy she had never even met. The second was the wondrous moment when she kissed him for the very first time. And the third was the day she finally told him that she was a witch. She had expected him to be mad, to be scared, to yell at her and tell her to get out of his life, but instead he became fascinated with the magical world. Now, as she held her newborn daughter in her arms, she imagined the day 11 years later when Sierra Perez would be entering the world that fascinated Daniel so very much.