o0o Prologue o0o
My is Jadzia DeCuir and I was born in Cape Town, Africa. I wasn't born with that name and I have no memories of growing up in my family's white stucco home that over looked the water in Camps Bay. My family originated from the original settlers of Cape Town with the Dutch East India Company, but I didn't grow up knowing my family's proud past.
Back on that day when I lost my name, the same day when my mother went crazy. She screamed over the constant noise from the market, a wretched scream of a mother's loss. The plump dark lady that had been showing off her large peppers lost her selling smile as she listened to my mother scream.
That was the day I stopped being a Yggdrasil and became a DeCuir.
"Someone stole my baby" ripped through the air as the large open bags of grains, potatoes, spices, and peanut butter filled the air of Uganda with their scents. The concerned crowd pushed around my family in a hope to help, breaking them off from the path to their lost toddler. Crazy with panic my mother put all her love, magic, and sanity, into one spell that sped through the crowd like a wisp of a black ghost until it made its target. Turning the fine blond toddler hair a bright purple, like a beacon to be found. The arms that ran clutched me tighter, throwing a stifling shawl over my mother's handy work as I cried for my mother. My small plump baby hands reaching out grabbing for what was lost.
Inara Serra was an acclaimed actress on the European magical stage but her name had not graced a marquee for years, not after the tragic quidditch related death of her husband. She had not taken his last name of DeCuir after they married, because he played for the French National Quidditch Team, feeling their professions demanded that they keep separate identities. He had also wanted children but she had said no. She had not wanted to ruin her figure, and then be subjected to lower roles then leading lady. Now he was gone, she was broken and alone, running through a marketplace during the wizardry school Uagadou break, with a stolen baby.
"Shhhh shhhhh it will be all right, shhh. You are my baby now. " the comforting words could not calm me as I struggled under the hot covering hiding my spelled, bright purple, hair. Her lips pressed to the top of my head as her hands begin to wrap the shawl around my body, pinning my struggling limbs to me.
"Please baby is will be all right, we will go to America and live among the No-Majs and no one will find us."