Hello, there. You can call me Vita! This fic follows a girl from early childhood to adulthood, so it's going to be quite long. I've been writing this fic for ages, but never published it online. I thought I'd start from the beginning and re-write it all, updating on here as I worked through. It has a sequel but I'm not sure if I'll re-write that. Anyway, I'd love any constructive critism, but nothing nasty and un-needed. Please feel free to review. Enjoy!
Prologue – My Story
Let me paint you a picture, its the winter of 1980, and a tall, rickety, grey house with a black tile roof and puffing chimney stands, lonely, on the top of Holly Hill in Northern England. In that house lives a young family of four, and if you look through the grey, wooden framed windows, you can see a striking, young woman sitting on a decrepit, old, brown couch, in what we'll assume is the living room. She's wearing a long emerald green dress and has her long legs crossed elegantly and a chubby toddler on her lap. The little girl greatly resembles the woman; they have the same shock of jet black hair falling over their shoulders, the same pale, white skin and the same big blue eyes that are following a skinny, brown-haired boy flying around the room on a miniature broom. The two girls laugh as the little boy narrowly misses a large side table, covered with picture frames, full of happy smiling faces. This is where the painting goes bad. There's a loud bang from the entrance hall, the boy stops, clambers off the broom and runs excitedly to meet a large man, in long, ragged, black wizarding robes, with a bristling brown mustache and floppy brown hair tied back at the nape of his neck. "Belvina!" he calls, "It's done; the death eaters are on their way!" The dark haired woman runs to his side with the little girl on her hip, "Anthony, my love," she gives her husband a long, searching look, he kisses her lightly. "Go," he croaks. The woman grabs the little boy's hand, runs up the stairs and through a glowing blue door, "stay here, my babies, and don't leave until Papa or I come to get you. We both love you Tobias, look after Isla."
By this time the painting is ruined, black stains speckle the canvas. The woman races down the stairs, at the bottom are six masked men, with long black robes and hoods over their heads; they are all firing curses at her husband. "Belvina! Don't!" he bellows as she runs into the fray. "STUPIFY!" she screams, one of the hooded figures falls to the floor, and she carries on dodging the on-coming curses until one hits her in the chest and she skids along the floor. "BEL!" screams her husband. He howls, the sound piercing and filled with pain, he lifts his arms into the air, the near-by pot plants shake and send out jets of branches and tie up the three hooded men surrounding Belvina's body; you hear the men's chokes as the plants slowly suffocate them. Anthony drops to his knees, shuddering, agonizing sobs escaping from his throat, to hold his dead wife and the one remaining masked man utters calmly, "Avada Kadavra" and kills Anthony Peverell instantly. By now, the painting is almost completely destroyed; all that remains are the faces of two helpless children.