A.N- Hey guys! This idea's been floating in my head for a long time so I decided to pen it down! Tell me what you think of it! Enjoy reading!

Disclaimer- I own nothing except Rebekah, Sandra, Loretta, Santiago and Sophia.

Chapter 1

Third Person P.O.V-

Rebekah Viktoria Erikson-Davies-

"Push Elena! You can do this! C'mon, sweetheart!" Roger Davies screamed holding his wife, Elena Erikson's hand as she was in labour. Elena had chosen to give birth to their child in a muggle hospital as she wanted to experience normal childbirth. Roger Davies had married the Swedish descendant after he fell in love with her at the Battle of Hogwarts. She was two years younger than him and had beautiful hazel eyes and long blonde hair. After the battle, Roger Davies had played for Puddlemere United with his friend, Oliver Wood.

Elena screamed and a little baby began crying in the background. Roger looked at his child and saw that it was a beautiful baby girl. "We've just had a baby girl, Elena." He said grinning at his wife. But Elena didn't reply, her eyes were closed and her breathing turned shallow. She continued bleeding as she turned paler by the second. "Somebody help her!" Roger screamed at the hospital crew as they ushered him out of the room.

Thirty minutes later, a nurse came into the waiting room with his child in her arms. She gently set the child in his cradled arms and left the room. The little child opened its teal eyes and smiled at him. He saw that his child had inherited his teal eyes and had dimples. Unknowingly, he began cooing at the child and cradled her. A doctor then walked into the room with a sombre expression. "Mr Davies, I'm sorry, we tried everything we could, but she's gone." He said and walked away to give him some privacy. Roger felt his world crumbling down. He held on to his child, whom he named Rebekah as they'd decided while Elena was pregnant, and cried.

Several days later, a funeral was held for Elena where everyone came to give him his condolences. His mother had stayed to look after Rebekah as Roger had withdrawed from the world. Holding his child in his arms and looking at Elena's grave, he decided he had spent enough time pitying himself and it was time to be an adult and look after their child.

Two years later-

Roger was running through Diagon Alley where he was late to pick up Rebekah from Oliver Wood. Oliver had promised to look after Rebekah while Roger had some business to attend to at Gringotts. Suddenly, he bumped into someone and came to a halt.

"I am so sorry!" He said while helping the woman to her feet. He noticed she had beautiful black hair and copper skin. She had hypnotizing brown eyes and Roger instantly felt drawn to her.

"Oh, it's alright, Mr Davies." She said blushing and began walking away. Roger forgot all about Rebekah and began following the woman.

"What's your name?" He asked her, using the charming smile he used to use while he was studying in Hogwarts.

"Sandra" She said, smiling shyly.

"Would you like to have lunch with me tomorrow, Sandra?" He asked, grinning like a fool.

"I would love to."

Three years later-

"You listen to me, child. You will not ruin my big day, are we clear? I have waited for this day for so long and now that it's here, I will not allow you to get in my way. You will act like the proper, loving girl you are supposed to be." Sandra screeched, standing in a white gown, at Rebekah.

"Sandra, you're hurting me." Rebekah whispered trying to snatch her hand out of Sandra's tight grip.

"I said, are we clear?" Sandra said, gripping her hand tighter.

"Yes" Rebekah whispered with pain. Sandra let go of her hand and walked out of the room leaving Rebekah in it with Loretta, her daughter.

"I don't know what Papa sees in you. If I were him, I would've whisked you away to an orphanage. You're despicable." Loretta sneered at Rebekah. Rebekah ran out of the room and stumbled into Ginny Potter who looked at the child kindly.

"Is everything alright, Rebekah?" Ginny asked her in a soothing voice.

"Yes, everything's fine." Rebekah said in a false cheery tone while her eyes betrayed her. Ginny held the child tightly ask she cried on her shoulder. I suppose she just misses her mother. Ginny thought.

Five years later-

"You are such a disgusting blood traitor. Do you even realise how repulsive your thoughts are? You want to go to a muggle school until you go to Hogwarts? You want to fraternize with those revolting creatures?" Loretta hissed at Rebekah.

"What is the matter here, children?" Roger asked walking into the room with Santiago, the newest addition to the family, on his hip.

"Daddy, can I go to a muggle school until I get my Hogwarts letter?" Rebekah pleaded her father.

"Why do you want to go to a muggle school, Rebekah?" Roger asked his daughter confusedly.

"I feel bored." Rebekah lied. The truth was, she wanted to get away from her horrible stepmother and stepsister for as long as possible. She wanted to befriend people who would understand her.

"If you really want to, then alright. We'll enrol you tomorrow, sweetie." Roger said looking at his child. Elena had also wanted to learn more about muggle culture and customs. Every single day, his daughter began resembling Elena.

The next day, Roger enrolled Rebekah into a muggle public school and left after wishing her luck.

Ten years later-

Rebekah was playing football with her best friend, Sophia, while Santiago played on the swing. Santiago would always follow Rebekah out of the house as he hated spending time with his wretched mother and his despicable sister, Loretta. He jumped off of his swing and ran to his favourite sibling.

"Soph, can we stay over at you house today? I don't want to go back home and I won't let them spoil Santiago." Rebekah asked her friend.

"Of course, Bekah. I still have the clothes you left back the last time you came over." Sophia said, smiling at her best friend. Rebekah had told her everything. About how she was a witch and so were her mother and father, about her stepmother and stepsister's treatment towards her, about her father's ignorance, everything. She had hesitated in the beginning as she expected Sophia to abandon her after finding out her secret but Sophia surprised her by accepting Rebekah the way she was. She felt lucky to have found such a friend and thanked her lucky stars.

As the sky began to darken, Rebekah took Santiago's hand as she and Sophia began walking towards the Wright estates. Once they entered, Rebekah made a quick phone call to her stepmother who didn't question her further. Sighing, she entered Sophia's room where they began to play loud music and played guitar hero on Sophia's PlayStation.

Eleven years later-

While the Davies family was having breakfast, two tawny owls knocked on their window. When Perry, the house elf, opened the window, they fluttered to Loretta and Rebekah and dropped two heavy envelopes in front of them. Roger immediately took Rebekah's letter and read it with a smile on his face. His daughter had been accepted into Hogwarts. Across the table, he could see his wife with a similar expression on her face.

"Well, we've got to go to Diagon Alley to get your equipment. Why don't we go tomorrow?" Roger said smiling at his two daughters. "Papa, can I go to Hogwarts too?" Santiago asked him pouting. "Soon, son. Once you turn eleven." He said smiling at his son.

"Well, I'm off to tell Sophie! Bye, daddy!" Rebekah smiled at her father and left the room and cycled over to the Wright estate.

James Sirius Potter-

"It's almost here. Just a little more." The healer at St Mungos encouraged Ginny who was in labour with her and Harry's firstborn. Ginny grunted and pushed with all her might. Who knew childbirth would be so hard? And mum had been through this seven times! Ginny thought as she pushed for the last time. A baby's cry filled the room and Ginny and Harry grinned at each other.

"It's a boy, Ginny. We've had a baby boy." Harry said as he smiled lovingly at his wife. Ever since the end of the war, Harry's life was filled with happy moments. The moment of being a father was probably his favourite.

"What should we name him?" Ginny asked holding her new-born son in her arms.

"James Sirius" Harry said. His son had his jet black hair and Ginny's chocolate brown eyes. As soon as he saw his son, he thought of his father and his godfather. He wished they were here to see his son, but life was never fair.

"That sounds perfect." Ginny said smiling at her son who looked like the perfect mixture of her and her husband.

Two years later-

"Dada, Mama? Who's this?" James asked pointing at Albus who had just been born. Ginny and Harry smiled a knowing smile and turned to their son. Harry was the first to speak out.

"This is your new brother, Albus." He said, pulling James closer to look at Albus.

"Al, I promise I'll be the bestest big brother in the world." James said sincerely looking at his brother.

Albus opened his eyes and smiled at James. James instantly walked closer and cooed at his brother. Harry and Ginny watched their two sons with pride in their eyes.

Three years later-

Harry, Ginny, James and Albus made their way to the Davies mansion where they'd been invited to Roger Davies's wedding with Sandra Muñoz. Why Roger would marry such a vile woman was confusing for them. Ginny had known Elena, Roger's late wife, and thought it ridiculous that he'd moved on from her death by marrying the vile Slytherin who had fled Hogwarts when the Battle began. Ginny excused herself to go to the bathroom where she ran into a nearly crying Rebekah. Rebekah looked so much like her mother but had inherited her father's eyes. Ginny held Rebekah tightly as she cried on her shoulder.

Once she had finished crying, Ginny lead Rebekah back to the hall where she witnessed Rebekah looking at the wedding procession with a fake smile plastered on her face. Soon, it was time for the wedding reception. James walked to his mother to find her conversing with the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She was wearing a baby blue gown which brought out the teal colour of her eyes. Her blonde hair hung around her face to look like a halo. James caught his breath and walked up to her.

"Hi! My name's James. What's yours?" He asked her smiling at her warmly. He didn't understand why he felt so tingly talking to the girl. He had never felt this way before.

"I'm Rebekah. Nice to meet you!" She said smiling at him. His breath was caught in his thought for a second but he quickly regained it to speak to her but was interrupted.

"Oh my god! You're James Potter! I'm Loretta Davies! It's a pleasure to meet you!" An olive skinned girl with black hair said. He looked around but found Rebekah nowhere. He smiled at her kindly and walked away.

Eight years later-

"You'll be going to Hogwarts in three years, I believe? I'd bet my money you'll get sorted to Gryffindor like your father. And you'll make your father proud too, I expect." Horace Slughorn told James during one of the Potter's dinner parties.

"Would everyone stop comparing me to my father? I am not my father! I am my own person!" James screeched at the top of his lungs. He had had enough with being compared to his father or his mother. He wanted to be his own person, not a shadow of his parents.

"James! That's enough! Now apologize!" Ginny hissed at her son.

"No! I told the truth!" James said and stomped out of the hall.

Eleven years later-

"So, Freddie, how do you think we should prank our ickle little cousins?" James asked his best friend and partner in crime. He loved pranking and hoped that one day; he could become an inventor for his uncle's shop Weasley Wizard Wheezes.

"Oh I don't know! Why don't we scare them when they're asleep?" Fred suggested with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

"That sounds perfect!" James said and walked into the Burrow after flying with Fred. His grandmother greeted them and made them breakfast. Everyone had finally walked into the room when four tawny owls hooted at the window. Mrs Weasley opened the window and the birds dropped letters in front of Roxanne, James, Fred and Louis.

"Ooh! Hogwarts letters, mate!" Fred grinned at James.

"Excellent!" James said grinning widely.

"Why don't we go shopping tomorrow?" Mrs Weasley asked her grandchildren.

"That sounds perfect" Fred and James said at the same time.