An infant with mahogany brown hair and big hazel eyes touched with gold flecks that made them glisten in the tiniest bit of light, laid in the arms of her father. There were men in the house. Spells were going off everywhere. Fabian had pulled his daughter out of her crib at some early hour and the three of them rushed into her uncle's room on the back of the house. They barricaded the doorway with a dresser and chairs and were waiting quietly. There was a bang, and then a slamming shuttering sound. She couldn't see anything beyond her Daddy and uncle's trouser pant legs. The rattling got louder and Daddy turned and knelt down in front of the closet.
Fabian swept his wand over the floor inside the closet which opened into a secret compartment underneath. There was a bassinet inside. He laid his daughter inside and swept his hand through the hair on her head before he latched the false floorboards after her. The rattling was so loud it was no wonder no one would have heard the baby cry, even if she had. There was a huge crash above the child's head and a lot of harsh words she didn't understand. Something heavy hit the floor and then there was more yelling, but it wasn't as loud, then there was a bright flash of green and everything was quiet. Footsteps traveled across the floor above and faded away.
A long time later she fell asleep and was woken up by a man in violet robes and half-moon spectacles. He had long white hair and a matching beard. The man lifted her out of the floor and draped a cloak over her head and face before moving her out of the room and out of the house.
It was warm outside and there was pale light shining through the dark fabric she was looking through. There was an unpleasant squeezing feeling and the next thing she knew she was at a familiar house being handed over to her Aunt Molly with something called "sincerest condolences".