Author's Notes: If you haven't read Breaking Her Façade… no worries! The only thing corresponding to it is the pairing and the names of Dean and Romilda's children. I think this Prologue's a bit choppy, but that's how it's supposed to be. Choppiness does not continue into Chapter 2… I hope. Small insights into different days of Dayna's life from four to ten.
Now, here's the first chapter of (possibly) twelve for Dayna's Tale: From Eleven to Twenty-One… please enjoy! It's pretty long, though. Heh. I got carried away. Plus, 6 years is a lot to cover.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except Dayna Alexandra, Liam Christopher, and Emma Elizabeth Thomas.
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The Beginning Years: From Four to Ten
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I, Dayna Alexandra Thomas, was born on August 14th, 2006 in St. Mungo's Hospital in the Mother and Child Ward to Dean and Romilda Thomas…
4 Years of Age
September 2009
I guess I was a sweet girl when I wanted to be, but, sometimes, I was known to be a very accomplished eavesdropper (even at the tender age of four)… and my parents never noticed a thing. If they did, though, they said nothing about it.
On the night of September 14th, 2009, I was woken, quite rudely, by a dream – nightmare, actually – and I was on my way to my parent's room when I heard the low baritone of my daddy's voice. He had recently transferred to the Auror Division at the Ministry of Magic under Mr. Potter's command.
"Love," it seemed as though he were on his way to telling my mother something, "Harry said we'd need to scope this out for ourselves."
In a small whisper – I had to press my ears really hard against their door to hear – she replied, "How long, Dean?"
"3 months, at the most."
I could distinctly hear a mutter coming from my mother's mouth, but I couldn't hear.
Finally, I could hear a strangled, female whimper and I immediately knew my mother was about to cry. My fingers were itching to open the door so I could comfort my parents, but I held back, somehow knowing that I would probably get more information if I were quiet.
Apparently not, I thought, smiling slightly when I heard my dad trying to calm my mum down.
"I love you, Ro."
"I-I love you too, Dean."
Even though I was only four, I was smart enough to blush when I heard her sobs cut off, and I scampered back to my room quickly, the bright red blush still on my face.
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My dad left bright early in the morning, and I sleepily wandered into the kitchen. I was pretty sure he could see me; he held his arms out to me, saying, "Come here, Ayna."
I happily obliged, launching myself into his arms, despite the fact that I was dead tired. I hadn't been able to sleep after I woke up from my nightmare.
"Daddy, do you really have to go?"
He smiled at me knowingly. "Yes, sweetie, I have to go."
I pouted. "Why can't you stay here?"
"Because I need to go, sunshine."
"You will come back, right?"
He smiled at me, gently touching my nose with a finger. "Of course I will, Day."
I grinned. "I love you, Daddy."
"I love you too, sweetheart." I jumped off his lap, hugging him around the legs before I plopped right down on the carpet and fell asleep, the sound of my dad's chuckle the last thing on my mind.
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October 18th, 2009
A month and four days later – I counted – I woke up to the sound of retching in the bathroom, and I hurriedly got up off the bed and ran into my parents' huge, master bedroom.
I was terribly terrified when I found my mum hunched over the toilet, puking the contents of her stomach out. Quickly, I ran – well, toddled – to her, gently rubbing her back since it was the only thing I could do.
Slightly confused, I watched her as she murmured, "Oh no… oh no…" over and over again.
"Mummy?" I asked hesitantly, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, baby. What d'you say we go to St. Mungo's today, hmm?"
I smiled at her. "I'd love to, Mummy."
She smiled back. "Just let me get ready and we'll… Floo over there, yeah?"
"Okay," I giggled, stepping back as she stood up, slightly wobbly.
"Go get dressed, Dayna."
I ran back to my room, picking out a yellow dress to wear, and I put it on.
Skipping back to my parents' room, I grinned when I saw my mum sitting at her vanity, combing her long, dark hair – so much like mine.
"Hi, baby." She patted her lap, and I climbed on, sighing in contentment when I felt the gentle pull of her brush running through my hair.
"Can we go now, Mummy?" I asked once we stood up.
She smiled, grabbing my hand. "Of course." We walked together towards the fireplace, my mum reaching a hand into the small pot holding the Floo Powder, and she suddenly bent down to carry me.
Throwing the powder into the roaring flames, we entered the comfortably warm fire, and Mummy called out, "St. Mungo's!" before we disappeared in a rush of green flames, a glimpse of the living room the last thing I see.
The brightly colored walls attract my interest immediately. Usually hospitals were stark white, but St. Mungo's was different. The last time I've seen this place was when I was three and had managed to burn my skin with accidental magic.
"Mummy?" I asked, pulling on her hair. "Why are we here?"
"I-I need to check something, baby." The stutter of her words didn't go unnoticed by me.
Once we reached the receptionist's desk, I tilted my head to the side, running through different possible scenarios on what my mum would need to check: documents, – she did work here, after all – patients?
Stumped, I nestled my face into her neck, breathing in her feminine, perfume-y scent. It calmed me instantaneously.
"I'd like to check something, please, if you don't mind, Maddie."
The receptionist – Maddie, I believe – nodded, appraising my mother with bright, clear blue eyes.
"Sure, Mrs. Thomas."
I could feel my mother smile at her married name.
Without a wand check – she had been working at St. Mungo's for nearly 7 years – she headed up to the… Mother and Child Ward.
I looked at Mummy with confused, curious eyes, but I said nothing.
She gently lowered me into a chair in the waiting room before she strode quickly to wherever she was going to.
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When I saw her emerging from one of the doors, I immediately jumped up and ran into her arms. She looked sad and happy all at once.
"Mummy? What is it?"
She sat down on the chair I had recently vacated, pulling me onto her lap. "Baby, what do feel about having a baby brother or sister?"
"I wouldn't mind!" I turned to look at her.
She laughed the tinkling, musical laugh that my dad loved. I could clearly hear why.
"Well, what if I told you that you were going to have a baby sibling in… oh, about eight months' time."
I squealed immediately, but I stopped almost abruptly. I think Mum knew what I was thinking because she looked at me with sad, anxious eyes.
"Mum…" I whimpered pitifully. "A-are you going to tell Daddy?"
She wrapped her arms tighter around me. "I-I don't know, sweetheart. I don't want him to have to end his mission so early."
"I don't think he'd mind, Mummy."
"I don't know," she whispered, and I wasn't really sure if she had heard me.
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November 18th, 2009
Exactly one month later, I sat in my parents' bed, my mother holding me as I looked at her slightly bulging belly with bright, happy eyes.
"So that's my baby sibling?" She nodded with a small smile on her face.
I knew she was missing my father.
"He'll be back soon, Mummy."
Her smile grew slightly. "I know, baby."
Almost as though I were physic I heard the small pop outside our house, in the yard, and I also heard my mother's small squeak.
With a small giggle, I jumped off the bed, already knowing that my mum was on the verge of hyperventilating. I shot my mum a playful, you-better-not-hyperventilate look before I dashed out the door, shrieking with delight when I saw my dad already in the kitchen. He turned.
"Daddy!"
His eyes lit up. "Sunshine!" He opened his arms, and I launched myself at him, burying my face into his chest.
"I missed you, Daddy."
"Missed you too, sweetie. Where's your mum?"
I grinned inwardly; of course Daddy would ask for Mum first.
Truthfully, I would've thought it odd if he didn't ask.
Grabbing him by the hand, my slightly lighter skin color blending in with his, I led him to his room. I stayed in the doorway.
I could practically feel the pure love in the room, and I watched with wide, fascinated eyes as Daddy walked towards Mummy on the bed, almost slowly, as though he were nervous.
Tilting my head like a dog, I suddenly broke into a grin when Mum launched herself at him with a small whimper, wrapping her arms around his waist. I don't think they noticed the fact that I was still there.
"Ro," my dad whispered tenderly, tilting her face up. I sighed irritably; he still hadn't noticed the small bump protruding from Mum. I couldn't blame him, though. After being away from his girls for two months, I doubt he'd notice a herd of elephants stomping through the backyard.
Right now, though, he had eyes only for my mum.
And, frankly, I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
"Dean," Mum breathed before Daddy leaned down and kissed her. I blushed a bright red, but stayed stock-still. I didn't want to break the moment.
They both pulled away from the other, and I watched with even wider eyes, and brighter cheeks as Daddy moved his hands, gently roaming over Mum's body. His hands stopped abruptly when he passed her stomach.
His eyes were trained on her face, and his mouth was opened like a goldfish's. I thought it was kind of funny.
"R-Ro," he whispered softly, his hand moving to cup her cheek, his eyes searching his face, "a-are we…?"
He let his voice trail off.
Mum nodded silently, and Daddy had to sit on the bed so he wouldn't fall.
"W-why didn't you tell me?" he asked.
"Because I didn't want to make you worry."
"I would've come home right away, love."
She smiled, moving forward to sit on his lap. "I know that. But I didn't want you to have to leave so early."
He chuckled, his eyes roaming around the room only to make them land on… me. He grinned.
"Well, hi there Day. I didn't see you there. Wanna come up?"
I nodded, my eyes slightly closing, but I made them open, lifting myself onto the bed. Nestling into my parents' pillows, they quickly followed suit, Daddy somehow maneuvering Mum to sit between his legs.
Trying to pretend to be asleep, I heard Mum ask, "Are you mad?"
"I'd never be mad at you. Especially for something so amazing." I grinned, finally succumbing to the unconscious darkness of sleep, a picture of my dad rubbing Mum's stomach with a smile on their faces the most prominent picture in my mind.
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May 25th, 2010
At 4:03 PM on May 25th, 2010, my baby brother, Liam Christopher, was born at St. Mungo's Hospital in the Mother and Child Ward to Dean and Romilda Thomas.
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5 Years of Age
August 15th, 2012
The day after my fifth birthday, we were already on our way to the party several friends of my parents were holding for me.
I was going to meet, virtually, everyone my parents had met.
I was quite terrified, because they knew Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger-Weasley! And… I was going to meet them and their respective offspring, along with the entire Weasley clan. Add that to Aunties Greta, Bridgette, Anna, and their families, too. Phew. Good luck to me. I heard Dad tell me that I was going to need a lot of memory to remember every name and face.
Liam, already three months old, and the cutest baby brother I've ever had – the only one, actually – was already asleep in his carrier.
Dad grabbed my hand, and our entire family of four headed towards the fireplace. Since I wasn't paying attention – all I paid attention to was the warmth of the flames – I didn't know where we were going, having missed my dad calling the location out.
I clenched my eyes shut, and I almost fell except for the slight pull I felt in my left hand, which, ultimately, made me stand upright again.
Thank you Daddy.
When my eyes opened, I squeaked in surprise. This. Place. Was. Huge!
"Daddy," I tugged at the bottom of his robes, "where are we?"
"The Ministry ballroom." He smiled at my obvious amazement.
"Oh." I tried to look for someone I knew, but I was too short to even see the tops of the tables.
"Mummy," this time I tugged on her robes, "where is everybody?"
"They'll find us, baby. Don't you worry." She was carrying my brother's carrier, so Daddy lifted me, placing me on his shoulders.
I could see everything from the high vantage point, and I was ever more thankful for Daddy's height.
"Ooh!" I squealed, spotting Auntie Bridgette and Uncle Seamus. I waved at them, and they laughed before waving back, heading towards us.
"Do you wanna come down, pumpkin?"
I shook my head. "No thanks, Daddy. I'll keep watch for more people up here."
I personally appointed myself to the rank of lookout.
I could hear laughs coming from Mum, Dad, Auntie Bridgette, and Uncle Seamus who were quite close now.
"Hi, Dayna!" The two of them called up to me, and I grinned, replying with a grin and another wave.
"Mum? I see Auntie Greta, and Auntie Anna."
She smiled. "Call them over here, will you, sweetheart?"
I nodded, obediently yelling as best I could, "Auntie Greta! Auntie Anna!"
They spotted me and smiled, also going in our direction.
Other people watched me with curious eyes, and all I could do was smile sweetly, fighting the urge to blush.
I didn't enjoy being the center of attention.
I saw the Potter and Weasley families quite easily – you couldn't miss the untidy, jet-black hair of the Potter males, and the flaming-red Weasley hair at all – and they all smiled at me before motioning for me to tell my parents to head towards the large group.
"Daddy," I poked his head, and he looked at me with a playful glint in his eyes. "The Weasley/Potter families want you to go…" I searched for them again – it wasn't hard – and pointed.
He laughed, nodding before he spoke a few words to the small group around us.
I hung onto my father's neck for dear life, as the adults started moving.
When we reached them, I wanted to be set down, to which my dad quickly obliged, smiling at me before he pushed me to… um, what were their names? Albus Potter and Rose Weasley, my dad had said in the morning.
I was pretty sure they were the same age as me. "Hi," I greeted them, and they turned, smiling at me.
"Hello," Rose said, a grin on her freckled face, her curly, auburn hair slightly in her face. "What's your name?"
"Dayna Thomas," I replied promptly, sticking my hand out.
She took it, and I smiled. "I'm Rose Weasley."
After releasing her hand, I turned my expectant, dark-eyed gaze on the 5-year-old with untidy, coal-black hair and emerald green eyes.
He grinned, this time he being the first to stick his hand out. "Albus Potter."
I took it, a slight blush on my face. He was a guy, for Merlin's sake! "Nice to meet you." Our hands dropped. Inwardly, I giggled. We sounded way too mature for 5-year-olds.
I turned to look at my parents, both of them smiling at the three of us.
A slightly embarrassed smile on my face, I asked the two of them. "What do you guys like to do?"
Their smiles just grew even bigger. Rose said, "reading," immediately, and Albus replied, "pranking."
I grinned. "This'll be the start of a beautiful friendship."
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Six Years of Age
October 2012
When I was six, nothing really happened besides the fact that I accidentally did magic, promptly burning a small part of my hair, but nothing major.
Oh, and I started Preschool at a Muggle school nearby. But, after that bout of accidental magic, my mum took a leave from St. Mungo's – she was going to go back once all of her children were in Hogwarts – and, instead, home-schooled me.
She was also pregnant again with my third baby sibling.
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Seven Years of Age
October 16th, 2013
Many more things happened when I was seven, but the one that stood out most was the birth of my youngest – and only – sister on July 17th, 2012.
She was so cute; she had the customary dark eyes, and slightly-lighter-skin-than-Dad but she had midnight-black hair. I had a lighter black – almost raven-black – color than she had.
Her name was Emma Elizabeth, and I enjoyed her. Even though she was barely a month old, she was always so happy, always smiling at every single person she met with that teeth-less mouth of hers.
I knew I was always going to love my baby sister, even though I was a bit frightened of her being the baby of the family. She could get spoiled.
I hope not. I'd hate to be mean to her. Plus, I knew my parents enjoyed equality, so I had nothing to sweat about.
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Eight Years of Age
October 2014
The only thing that really happened when I was eight was the fact that I grew even closer to Al Potter and Rose Weasley. They were my best friends, and usually they came to stay at least once a week.
Rose always brought a book. Al always brought some sort of prank to put on Rose, me, or one of my siblings.
He never pranked Emma though. I wouldn't allow it. Weirdly enough, he listened to me.
Sometimes, when he wasn't pranking the pants off of everyone (besides my parents and Emma), he would tell me about his 10-year-old brother, and his 6-year-old sister.
Apparently, James – same untidy hair, but, instead of black it was red, and he had Auntie Ginny's (she insisted I call her that) brown eyes - was going to Hogwarts next year, and he was terribly excited.
Neither Albus, Rose, or I could wait either, but we had to. I sighed when he mentioned that, shooting him an amused look.
He just shrugged as if to say, 'it's normal to feel this way.'
I grinned, running to the kitchen so I could ask Mum if we could play outside for a while. She only smiled at me, nodded, and I took that as a yes.
Without waiting for Rose or Albus – I knew they would come – I ran out the back door, the cool air rushing through my slightly longer-than-usual hair.
And, exactly 30 seconds later, I heard the loud footsteps of Al, and the lighter footsteps of Rose right behind me.
I could clearly see the border of how far I could go, and I stopped, turning around to face them.
"Hi!" I laughed, waving to them even though they were only a few feet away. They waved back. We burst into giggles after that, and I fell to the luscious, grassy floor with no pain whatsoever. They followed suit a moment later, and we ended up watching the clouds for a considerable amount of time.
We really did have a beautiful friendship.
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9 Years of Age
September 1st, 2015
James just left for Hogwarts, and Al and Rose had gone with him. I was busy trying to be a sister to my siblings; obeying the orders Mum gave me.
"Sweetie," Mum finally says, a couple hours – she told me – after the Hogwarts Express left, "you can go into your room, and do whatever you'd like."
I smiled, hugged her, and skipped out of the room.
Suddenly, when I entered my room, I squeaked when I saw Al sitting on my bed, looking quite smug. I think he was happy he got into my room without me noticing. I had a sneaking suspicion that Mum knew about this.
"Where's Rose?" I asked.
He grinned still. "She had to go home."
"Oh." I moved forward to sit by him on the bed.
Instead of sitting by him, I climbed onto my pillows, looking at him with a confused expression.
"Why are you here, then, Al?"
He grinned, joining me on the bed, a comfortable distance away from me.
"I wanted to. Plus, Mum and Dad are pretty busy with trying to tell Lily that she'll be able to go to Hogwarts in 5 years. I didn't want to stay. I mean, hearing your younger sister whine about going to Hogwarts can be pretty annoying."
I laughed. "I think I'm going to start hearing that in at least 2 years."
He nodded. "Oh yeah."
With a smile, I leaned back on the pillows. It was quite comfortable. He copied my position, and, since I knew, without pillows, that his position was uncomfortable I patted the spot next to me.
I blushed slightly when his elbows touched mine, but, I reasoned with myself, he's my best friend.
The blush was immediately gone, but I could still feel a tiny bit of heat on the back of my neck.
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Ten Years of Age
August 6th, 2017
I was going to go to Hogwarts in 2 weeks. And, frankly, Rose, Al, and I were very excited.
We were going to meet at Diagon Alley today, since we'd already had our letters delivered to us, surprisingly on the same day too.
"Come on!" I excitedly jumped around the living room, waiting impatiently for Dad, Mum, Liam, and Emma who were currently trying to pack Cheerios for my little siblings.
My parents laughed at my obvious anticipation. I've never been to Diagon Alley before.
"Finally!" I cried, grabbing my Dad's hand. 7-year-old Liam and 5-year-old Emma were already latched onto Mum.
I practically pulled him out the door, Mum, Liam, and Emma laughing behind us.
"Come on, Dad! Apparate already, please?"
"Okay, okay, Ayna." I grinned, squeezing my eyes shut. The uncomfortable feeling of being pushed through a ridiculously sized tube passed and I opened my eyes, already alight with curiosity.
I grabbed Daddy's hand again, grinning when we reached the brick wall. He tapped the designated brick, and I watched with even wider eyes as Diagon Alley appeared.
"Ooooh," I breathed, tightening my hold on his hand.
He grinned, pulling me in the direction of Ollivander's. Apparently, it was rebuilt after Voldemort's demise.
I happily entered, looking at the dusty boxes of varying wands. A middle-aged man emerged from the back room, and I wondered whom he was.
"Hi," he grinned, "my name is Oliver Ollivander, and I am Mr. Ollivander's son."
"Hello Oliver," Dad greeted him, "my daughter," he pushed me forward, "would like to buy a wand."
He smiled at me, and I smiled back, already at the counter. "Hi!"
He chuckled, turning around to grab a box from a precariously toppling pile of other boxes.
Opening the box to me, he handed me a very smooth piece of wood. "Oak wood with a hippocampus mane hair core. Eight and three-fourths inches."
I took a hold of it with wide eyes, but I felt no connection. I shook my head.
"Hm," he bit his lip, grabbing another box behind him. "A delicate maple wand, nine and three quarters inches long with a core of unicorn mane hair. Great for Charms."
"Perfect," I breathed, feeling a shock run through me once I touched the wood.
My parents grinned when I turned to face them. Dad paid for the wand before we exited the shop, heading towards Flourish and Blotts.
"So, Daddy," I grinned, "are the Potters and Weasleys going to be in Flourish and Blotts?"
He nodded. "That's where they said they were going to be."
"Okay!" With one, questioning look at my parents – to which they nodded permission to – I skipped into Flourish and Blotts looking for any signs of Rose and Albus.
I quickly spotted the respective curly-textured, copper color of Rose's hair, and the untidy, ebony-black hair of Albus.
"Hi!" I grinned. "Did you two get your wands?"
Rose smiled excitedly at me. "Of course we got our wands, Day!"
"So did I!" Al interjected, a grin on his face. "Oak, ten and one-half inches long, core of hippogriff tail hair. I think Mr. Ollivander said mine was going to be brilliant in Transfiguration."
"Brilliant," I breathed. "Mine's maple, nine and three quarters inches long with a core of unicorn mane hair."
Rose quickly said hers, almost as though she had memorized it, and I wasn't surprised. "Springy cherrywood wand, nine inches long, core of dragon claw. Mine's good with Charms."
"Wicked. So is mine. Good with charms, I mean." I looked at the wand currently in her Muggle jeans pocket. I had put mine in my jeans pocket too.
"I know. Dragon claw."
I laughed at her reverent tone. "Did you guys also get your books yet?"
"Yep. I think your parents are getting your books right now."
I turned, watching my parents as they talked while they were at the cash register.
"Hey, Al," I suddenly said, turning back to look at them. "Where're your parents?"
"They went with James somewhere. And they left me with Rose and her family of bookworms. Besides Uncle Ron and Hugo, of course."
I giggled while Rose pinned Al with one of her famous – to me anyway, for Al… not so much – blue-fire glares.
He winced.
"Dayna, Albus, Rose!" My dad called, and I turned to him, along with the two people beside me. "We need to go meet your parents at The Leaky Cauldron." I saw a hint of a smile on Dad's face, and I wondered. Usually, after he said 'The Leaky Cauldron' there would be a glint of reminiscence in his eyes, and… there was, but there was also a hint of concealment.
Maybe they had a surprise for the three of us?
When we entered The Leaky Cauldron, I was totally surprised to see two iron cages and a white wicker basket, each of them labeled with one of our names.
I, apparently, had the basket. Turning to my parents, I gestured to the basket with wide eyes. "You got me a cat?"
They both nodded, identical smiles on their faces. I guess the pet was for an early birthday present.
Rose and Albus chose that moment to pipe up at their parents. "You got me an owl?" they asked simultaneously, looking at the Tawny (Rose's) and the Snowy (Al's).
Uncle Harry, Uncle Ron, Aunt Ginny, and Aunt Hermione all laughed. I couldn't see James anywhere. Maybe he was with his friends.
"Yes, because we need you two to write to us every minute of every day," Aunt Hermione replied, her smile growing when she saw her daughter's and nephew's frightened looks.
I shot a look at my parents, silently asking them if I had to do that.
They only shook their heads and I breathed out a sigh of relief.
Both of them wore identical expressions of amusement on their faces.
"Oh, we're just kidding with you two," Uncle Harry said, grinning.
I could hear Al discreetly whisper-shout a "Yes!"
Hiding a smile, I turned to look at the splotched black-and-white tabby.
"Can I name her Aislynn?"
"Aislynn it is then," Mum warmly said, giving me the basket.
"I better go get James," Uncle Harry sighed, looking playfully irritated. Auntie Ginny shoved his arm, a smile on her face, and Uncle Harry turned to look at her, a goofy grin on his face.
With a sigh and a roll of her eyes, Auntie Ginny shooed him out the Leaky Cauldron's door. Uncle Ron looked strangely disgusted, but eventually calmed down enough to ruffle his nephew's hair.
Giggling, I turned to look at Liam, whose eyes were steadily closing.
"Mum? I think Liam's getting sleepy."
Mum's dark eyes flickered over to my little brother, a small smile on her face as she took his hand again, heading towards the fireplace near the back of the pub, Emma's hand in her other one. She turned to say bye to the Potters and Weasleys as she threw the fine powder into the fireplace before disappearing in a swirl of green flames.
Dad took my hand, waved at the Potters and Weasleys – so did I – and we were enveloped in the lovely warmth of the Floo, twirling around, watching other fireplaces zoom by, and then I nearly fell flat on my face, Dad saving me.
I was up and bouncing around in a matter of seconds, anticipation surging through me at the prospect of seven years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
I couldn't wait for the romance (I couldn't help but wonder if someone would actually be interested enough in me), the spell learning, and every single little thing that was going to make me a better person.
The inevitable drama, though… I could live without.
But, what would school be like without it?
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… and this is my tale.
Author's Notes: Hope you enjoyed the surprisingly long prologue! 19 pages, the longest prologue, maybe even chapter, I've ever written! It's just so easy to write in Dayna's POV. Hope I got the years, ages, and general math right.
Review if you can, please. I'd love the feedback!
Love,
Strawberry xx