Hola! This is just a prologue, to give you wonderful readers a little background on Rita Skeeter, as I will be continuously adding on to this every few days with new chapters (thanks to my wonderful co-writer!) Rita Skeeter of course is not mine, but most other characters in this story are original. Erm… rated M for later chapters, this story may get extremely inappropriate, violent, and so on, so on…. Also a femslash, this will be based on the love developing between two characters, and you will 'watch' them grow and develop, succeed and struggle… so yay! Please read and review, it would be very much appreciated!

~Hardly anything is planned in life. No one plans mistakes, even if they are onset! If I had known this, I would never have loved you…~

November 1st, 1951 in the very outskirts of western London, a village named Godric's Hollow sat. Quaint and small, there existed only a pub, a church, and a handful of markets for food and clothing. Money was sparse in those days, completely under control by the Ministry, ran under a horrid man named Argarus Croft, whom had taken hold on the Wizarding world only three years earlier. Food was rationed, clothing was scant, and housing was based on class.

Only twenty one and living with a fellow friend, Bonnie Skeeter could only hope the best for her child as she stood in front of her scummy bathroom mirror, holding a pregnancy test in a shaking pale hand, her cheeks stained with tears. Valerie Patrillo, the woman she had grown up with and held strong with, brushes Bonnie's long golden curls from her face, smiling, all too happy that her best friend was bringing such a gift into the tiny apartment. Days seemed brighter ahead to Valerie, she was the perfect optimist, so full of love, care, and hope.

As times were tough, and things seemed to play out to 'survival of the fittest', Bonnie had often found ways to earn more money and benefits in the small office she worked in everyday, under Dean McDougal, an angry, cold, but otherwise charming man who ran his printing company under an iron fist. She hadn't planned on pregnancy though.

"I never meant for this to happen…"

"Of course you didn't! Who plans, Bon-Bon?" Valerie is all bright smile and happy tears, turning Bonnie around by the shoulders and embracing her tight, "Well… There you have it folks, that's the game, isn't it?" she says in a soft tone, pulling back slowly, sort of smirking.

"And you think this is humorous…"

"Of course I don't, I'm trying to lighten the mood…"

Months pass and Bonnie is hardly showing at all. They received about a 20% increase in their food rationings now that Bonnie has registered her pregnancy, as that was required of all witches, married or not to insure proper nutrition was given to mother and child. As it turns out, Valerie is gaining the weight, eating far more than her fair share, and Bonnie often stays silent about it, but she just can't deal with neglecting her own child's health.

"Valerie… I didn't want to say anything to you because I feel selfish- but… You've been eating more food than you should, and I'm not gaining the weight I should be-"

"I know… Umm-Er… I really didn't want to tell you… But, I'm… I'm pregnant too-"

"What! You're- but why haven't you registered or told me or… Oh my Gods, Val, this is serious!" Bonnie, sitting across the tiny kitchen table from Valerie, practically drops her tea, her baby blue eyes wide with concern.

"I didn't know what you would think of me!"

"Why would you care what I thought? We aren't together, Valerie! Your health is more important than what I care about!"

"You're right…" Valerie almost whispers, standing abruptly and moving out of the kitchen, not that she had to take more than several steps to get to the closet, shoving her fall boots on and gray trench coat, "I'll go register, then…"

Bonnie can feel a painful sting in her chest, her heart perhaps, she thinks, jumping up and striding to her, grabbing her arm tight. They're so close now; they're practically breathing one another in, Valerie's light lilac scent, and Bonnie's warm vanilla. They were both mothers now, and there was no turning back.

"Wait! Wait…" Bonnie cries in a struggled tone, her wide blue eyes locking on wide Hazel ones, "I would never… Never think less of you… You're amazing, Valerie." Bonnie's voice is barely audible. Valerie focuses on her lips to see what she says, her hand finding Bonnie's hand and squeezing.

"I'm scared."

"I know."

"I love you…." Valerie whimpers, watching Bonnie intently for several moments, her eyes moving to her perfectly plump lips, her adorable nose, then back to her eyes.

Bonnie was never sure if she heard her right, she never did know, she never did ask, but she kisses her now, feeling her soft, long raven hair, the small of her back where that hair ends. When she pulls away, Valerie is crying too.

"Don't register… Let's run away, we can go to Norfolk; we can live like muggles…" Bonnie's cheeks glow red just thinking of betraying the Ministry, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Like muggles…" Valerie arms quickly wrap around Bonnie, holding her close and kissing her again.

Leaving Godric's Hollow proved less difficult than both women thought, packing what very few things they had and disappearing in the night, traveling cross Country until they arrived several days later to the beautiful county of Norfolk, still keeping low profiles to ensure no death eaters were out searching for them. The Ministry honestly had no shame when it came to hiding from surrounding muggle communities. Despite their shortage on money at the time, it didn't seem to matter what size the apartment or house they looked at was, everything was beautiful there in Norfolk, from the beach to the quaint living style, to the tiny boutiques, markets and restaurants. They found a tiny two bedroom bungalow on the coast, only forty strides away from the blue ocean. Bonnie often liked to sit on the wet sand next to Valerie, fingers intertwined and talking softly, watching the sun set and rise as their bellies grew together.

On an impossibly hot day in the middle of August, August 17th of 1951 to be exact, Bonnie and Valerie were doing their daily gardening as usual, it was a Sunday so neither woman were needed to work. Around three in the afternoon, both women went into labor at the same time, rushing to the hospital via a muggle cab, and only giving birth a minute apart to two beautiful baby girls. Margarite Angeline Skeeter, born at 10:14 p.m., and Regina Maria DeMarco (as her father wanted involved unlike Mr. McDougal), born at 10:13 p.m. Neither child knew then that they would grow to be so very close, grow into love and develop around one another. No, life was far too simple now.