My name is Elizabeth Marie Noxon-Black and this is my story. I have laughed, cried, loved and lost during the years, but, I have also met some amazing people. Without these people I would not be where I am today. I am writing this as a dedication to them.
To my husband Sirius, I love you more than anything in the world. You have shown me how love could be and should be. I don't know what I would do without you.
To my kids, I love each and every one of you. You are all precious to me and I will always think of you as my little ones.
To the rest of my family, thank you for sticking by me through everything.
To my amazing friends, thank you for putting up with me all these years, I know it can't have been easy for you.
Lastly, thank you to my mum. I know you're not here with me but, you made me who I am. You gave me everything I could have asked for. I love you, rest in peace.
I am going to start at the very beginning with my birth.
Prologue
"Just one more push and you will be done." The healer said.
"I can't, it's too painful. I can't push anymore." The young woman replied in a fluster. The next moment a pain she had never felt before shot through her body. She let an involuntary scream escape her.
"Come on now Lucy, just one more push and it will be over." Her mother whispered soothingly into her daughter's ear. Ophelia Noxon never thought this day would come so early. Her daughter was only twenty and was giving birth to a baby, practically on her own. Even she didn't start having children until she was twenty six.
"It's time for the last push." The healer announced. "You really need to put what's left of your energy into this. It will be over in a few minutes."
The next few minutes passed in a blur for Luciana. All she remembered was the instant relief of pain and the feeling of a baby in her arms. "Welcome to the world Elizabeth Marie Noxon." This was the only proper time she held her baby, for not long after she gave her up.
Six weeks had passed since I entered the world and my mother took me to a muggle adoption agency. The decision was that I would somehow be safer in the muggle world came after the trouble Voldemort was causing in the wizarding one.
My mother was right of course. Only a month after I was given up Death Eaters called at our door. They had said many times that they did not want to join their ranks and my mother went as far as saying she would oppose them. This time they had no mercy and murdered them.
My father was rumoured to have been a Death Eater and it was also said my family were killed for my whereabouts. Both of these rumours have no real basis. However, the former is strongly suggested to be true. She had dated a known Death Eater before and it could easily have been him. The only thing disclosed about him in her journals was that he was a pureblood, like her.
Many years passed and I had a happy childhood. The only disappointment came was when my adoptive father walked out when I was eleven. I never understood why. I always thought I had done something wrong, until I found my Hogwarts letter. It was dated 21st July 1981; he left because of my magic.
1995 is the year my story really starts. I was already a mother and on a journey of parenthood. The new one I would discover would take me to places I never knew existed.
Chapter One – 1995 the Year of Discovery
February 21st , one of the worst days of my life.
Many people were standing around the table watching the children eat. The room was decorated with pink streamers and banners, all saying 'Happy Birthday Evangeline'. I couldn't believe my baby was three, it felt like yesterday that I was pregnant.
"This is a really nice party Sally." My friend Penny said.
"Thanks Penny. Can you believe it's been three years already?" I asked.
"No." she chuckled. "It seems only yesterday you were ringing up asking how to do things. Has Steve been in contact?" she asked delicately.
"No he hasn't. I don't expect him to either." I replied. Steve was Evangeline's father and he practically abandoned me. He said that caring for a baby was 'too much responsibility he could handle'. "I'm going to get the cake now. Please can you turn out the lights when I get to the door?"
"Sure."
I went into the kitchen and collected the cake. It was in the shape of a fairy. Eva loved fairies for some unknown reason. She was obsessed with their wings and wished she could fly as well. I would often find her standing on the edge of my bed, or the arm of the sofa ready to jump off at any moment.
I lit the candles one by one. I walked into the dining room which was lit dimly. Everyone started singing
'Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear Eva
Happy birthday to you'
"Make a wish then blow out the candles sweetie." I whispered in her ear.
Just as everyone was leaving there was a knock at the door. I answered it and a police man stood there.
"Can I help you?" I asked the officer.
"Yes, are you Miss Wilson, daughter of Ruth Wilson? The officer replied.
"Yes. What is this about?"
"Can I come in Miss?"
"Of course." I said worriedly.
We entered the sitting room which was conveniently unoccupied.
"What is this about? Has something happened?" I inquired.
"Miss Wilson, I am very sorry to tell you this but, your mother was involved in a car accident this afternoon. I am very sorry but she didn't make it." The officer said gently.
"What em, what happened?" I asked stuttering from emotion.
"The Spanish police said that an oncoming vehicle which was overtaking collided into her."
I felt as if my whole life had come crashing down. The one person I thought would always be there was now gone. I should have been so happy, it was my daughter's birthday, but, now it had been smeared with sadness because of this, the death of my mum.
"Here you go." The officer said offering me a tissue.
"Thank you." I sniffled. It wasn't until that moment I noticed the tears running down my face.
I never got over that for a long time. I had to go to Spain and that's where my biggest discovery came and the biggest lie which had ever been told to me. I wasn't prepared to what I would find out.