On a cold autumn night, lightning struck and thunder boomed around the little town of Connecticut. Usually, Amos Diggory would be in bed by now, but he was up with his daughter. She's only three months old and doesn't enjoy thunder storms. But he was also waiting up for his wife…things have been odd around the Diggory house lately. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he knew something felt off. He got a bad vibe every time his wife seemed to be around. Obviously, that's not a good thing, but he couldn't help thinking that way.
He sat in the rocking chair by the window, rain kept hitting against the glass as he read The Daily Prophet. He flipped through the pages, as the changing photos told the story without him having to read the article word for word. Something caught his eye. An article featuring Lily and James Potter, classmates of Amos. He never really liked either of them especially since they were powerful and very well off. Not that Amos wasn't well off, but they were 'famous'. The article featured the happily married couple and their newborn son, Harry. The article discussed how they defeated Lord Voldemort- one of the most powerful dark wizards in the wizarding world as long as Amos could remember. Amos rolled his eyes and flipped to the next page.
A clicking sound came from behind him, he turned his head while supporting his daughter Chloe in he arm. The door opened along with a gust of wind and leaves rustled on the floor. He grunted because Chloe started squirming around, but luckily kept her little eye's shut.
"Sonya is that you?" Amos whispered even though it sounded like his normal tone.
"Shhhh…it is. Don't wake up Chloe," she insisted. Her shoes squeaked as she walked down the hallway. A light clicked on in the kitchen and he could only see her back. She had her palms set on the counter and her head hung down, as though something was wrong with her.
Amos shifted out of his chair and carried Chloe upstairs and laid her down in her crib. He pulled the pink blanket over her tiny body and she stayed asleep. He tiptoed out of her room and left the door cracked. He left the hall light on as he headed back down stairs. That's when he noticed something. Two small luggages sat by the door. He heard feet shuffling in the kitchen, he followed the sound and saw Sonya packing up her purse.
"Sonya?" he asked.
She turned her head quickly to him. Black eyeliner smudged under her eyes, eyes all puffy as if she's been crying. "What the devil is going on? Are you alright?"
She sniffed and wiped her eyes - even though he knew she's been crying. "Y-yes I'm just fine, Amos. It's been a long day."
He folded his arms, not buying her story. "Why are there bags by the door?"
She sighed and looked at the floor. "Because I'm leaving."
"Leaving?" he asked angrily.
"I can't get into the details, I'm running out of time," she began. "I need you to take good care of the children. Cedric and Chloe will need you."
"But why?! I don't understand!" he exclaimed. He walked to her, took her hand gently.
"I can't tell you…it's a long story. I'm tired and I need to get going," she said. She began to cry. It was rare for Sonya to cry and she hated doing so in front of her husband.
A cry came from upstairs, Chloe, thought Amos.
"I can't believe you Sonya! Is it because of this small town?! It is! I knew you hated it from the day we started living here!" he said. "We can move…actually live in London with all the other witches and wizards!"
She shook her head, "That's not it. I love this town! I love being around non-magic folks. I can't get into this now…" she said while sobbing in-between.
"Then what is it…?"
She stroked her hand on his cheek and kissed him. She pulled something out of her black cloak pocket. A tiny locket hung from the chain, she plaCed it in his hands and cupped his hands to cover the locket. "Give this to Chloe when she turns 14. It's important she gets this and tell her it's from me. Can you do that?"
Amos didn't say anything, she kissed him once more, and she started walking towards the door. He followed her, the door wide opened and rain continued to fall from the sky. She took one last look and grabbed her bags, into the night she went. Amos felt heartbroken, confused, and frustrated. After a few minutes of standing there in awe he closed the door. He spun around and headed up the stairs to Chloe's room. To his surprise his son, Cedric only 5 year olds, stood by the crib humming to his sister.
"Ced, what are you doing out of bed?" Amos asked quietly.
He walked over to the crib and grabbed Chloe. He sat in her rocking chair as Cedric followed.
"I heard her crying and you and mummy arguing I wanted to help."
Amos smiled, "You're a good boy."
"Is mummy home now?"
Amos sighed and proceeded to tell him what happened. Of course he didn't really understand, but one day he would.