Once upon a time, there was a boy with raven-coloured hair and eyes like hazelnuts and a girl with hair like flames and eyes like the sea. They were no siblings, but they grew up like they were anyways. They shared everything and her home, the white castle by the sea, was his home as was his home, the sandstone manor by the lake, as well her home. When they grew older and came to Hogwarts, they shared a house, both proud and brave Gryffindors, and when they grew even older and fell in love, they fell in love with the best friend of the other. He made her friend feel loved and welcomed and she did the same for his brother in all but blood. Of course he was the godfather for her firstborn son, and his wife the godmother for her daughters and the other way around. The story could have ended here, but unfortunately, this was only the prelude. A mad man came after his son and succeeded almost in getting him, if it hadn't been for the love his wife and he harboured for the young boy. Her husband was imprisoned for treason of their secret escape and her pleas for his innocence was frowned upon as she was too involved in everything.

For ten long years she was banned from the life of his son. For ten long years she was abroad, trying to get the allies needed to finally get her husband out of prison and to get custody over his son. For ten long years the boy was living amongst muggles, with the magic-hating sister of his wife as a surrogate mother. But no longer…