So, I decided to get this story rolling.
I claim nothing of J.K. Rowling's, only the characters I've made.
Joan O. Fletcher was a very cautious woman. She would always double check if all of her lights were off at night just in case a fire would start. She would always check the kitchen for any safety hazards when she left her daughter Charlotte-Johanna home alone to go to work.
But what Joan was most careful about was the way she spoke and where she hid her secret.
For you see, Joan is a British witch, once married and now widowed thanks to the War against You-Know-Who. She left for America in favor of having nothing more to do with the wizarding world, taking her unborn daughter with her and raising her with Muggles to keep her safe.
Joan changed her accent and hid her wand in the highest and furthest corner of her closet so that her daughter's curiousity could not reach or even spot the magical stick.
However, when Charlotte-Johanna turned four, Joan felt something. She turned on the television to the world news and saw reports of shooting stars in Kent. She saw reports of "strange-robed men" parading the streets like some sort of...celebration.
It was November 1st, 1981.
You-Know-Who was defeated.
Yet...Joan still felt something. Something terribly wrong.
She cast a worried look at her little girl, who was coloring a pumpkin with purple and blue crayons, and decided to contact her grandfather in London.
Perhaps it was time to start contemplating going back to Britain.
Perhaps...
"Mama?" Charlotte-Johanna called for her mother, looking up with the bright, silvery eyes that was a strangely dominant trait in her family, "Mama, wha's wrong?"
For once, Joan let her heritage show, "'tis nothing, darling. Mum's just thinking."
That was the only time Charlotte-Johanna heard her mother "talk funny" until she turned ten.
Review, let me kow how it is. I'm not going to promise consistency in updates.