A/N:

Sooooo this is my first Fan Fic on this site...I usually read and just write on the side but I decided what's the harm in adding one of the stories I'm currently working on? Now then, this is a ff about my oc Maddie Prewett. She is Molly Weasley's neice and grew up in America. This story takes place after the second wizard war. At this point I don't know where the story is going to go, or who Maddie will end up with...I'm leaning towards Snape...oh yeah in this ff Snape barely survived and everyone know now that he is a hero...but there will be some Mature Content, curse words, mature situations, nudity...probably violence...

well if I haven't scared you off please read on and tell me what you think!

Chapter One

It was a stormy, ugly day when we got the news.

My mother and I were having lunch in the kitchen when we heard a pecking at the window.

We glanced at each other curiously.

"Who would send an owl in this weather?" Mom asked.

I shrugged and continued seating my sandwich while mom went to the kitchen window.

A small barn owl stood shivering on the sill holding a letter in his beak.

"Oh you poor thing, you come right in here this instant," mom cooed at the bird.

It cooed back and let mom scoop it up in a kitchen towel.

She sat it down on the table and gently dried it off. Once it was dry it hopped over to me with the letter.

I raised an eyebrow and took the letter.

While mom fed it owl snacks I looked down at the letter in my hands. The envelope was yellow and when I turned it over the writing was in black. I frowned, not recognizing the writing. I opened the envelope and pulled out the parchment.

Dearest Maddie,

I hope this letter finds you well. I'm sure you have heard that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has been defeated, and by Harry Potter no less. There were many casualties and we've lost Fred. We were hoping you and your mother could attend the funeral. This is a sad time and we want to have all of our loved ones close. Not to mention the kids all miss you, and so do I.

We hope to see you soon.

Much love,

Auntie Molly.

I frowned harder and looked up at mom. She was still cooing at the owl.

"Mom," I called.

"Yes dear?" she glanced at me.

"It's from Aunt Molly….Fred…he died," I whispered.

Mom froze. "What?"

I nodded and handed her the letter. The owl hopped back over to me, probably hoping for some more attention.

Mom started crying softly and slowly put the letter down.

"You have to go," she whispered.

"You are coming with me right?" I asked.

She shook her head.

"But Mom, I haven't seen these people since I was 4," I said rubbing the owls head.

"I know, but I'm a muggle, it wouldn't be right for me to go," she said placing a hand over mine.

I sighed, knowing she was right.

"Okay, I know. I know…I'll write a letter now, and let Aunt Molly know," I said quietly.

Mom was silent for a moment.

"Are you taking Mary?" she asked softly.

I thought for a moment before nodding.

"I think it would be best for her to get to know this side of her family."

As I finished there was a loud yell then scampering little feet could be heard through the house.

"Mommy, mommy, look at what I found!" A little girl yelled.

I pasted on a happy face and turned around.

And there she is, my little girl. My Mary.

My name is Madeline Prewett, but everyone just calls me Maddie. I'm 20 years old and I am a witch. Yes a witch, you heard correctly. Recently there was a huge wizard and witch war in England between a group called Death Eaters and the rest of the wizarding community. The Death Eaters were led by an evil dark wizard name Lord Voldemort. He was the epitome of evil. He hated half bloods and muggle born, people born into non-wizarding families. About 16 years ago he went after the Potter family. He killed Lily and James Potter, but when he went after their one year old son, Harry, something happened. His spell backfired and killed himself instead of the boy. I was only 4 then, but Mom decided it was best to leave England and go to America. Voldemort came back, approximately 4 years ago, and over the last year he took over the Ministry of Magic. Well apparently he and the now 17-year-old Harry had a final battle, with Harry being the victorious one once again.

Well like I said, Mom decided it would be best for our family to relocate. My father Gideon had been killed horrifically by Voldemort and it frightened my mother into moving back to home in sunny California. This angered my Aunt Molly. She didn't want her niece so far away but mother didn't listen. This caused a huge fight resulting in not being in contact with our family in years.

When I was about 6 my magical powers began to show themselves. Mother had hoped I'd be a muggle like herself, but that wasn't the case. When I was old enough she began giving me my father's old books. I taught myself to control my magic by the time I was 11. Then a local wizarding agent came and spoke to my mother about my schooling. Time passed and I graduated from school. While at Madame Tullie's Magical School, I met and fell in love with a boy. I thought he loved me back. We moved in together after graduation and I eventually became pregnant. He ran. He left me for my best friend and he stole all of my money in Gringotts America. Heartbroken and broke, I went back to my mother. She took me in and helped me get a good job at an apothecary. After I had Mary, my life felt complete. I didn't need her sperm donor… All I needed was my daughter and my mother.