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Preface
Daisy picked up the piece of parchment one more time. Scarcely able to believe that it would begin all over again tomorrow. September first had come around a lot quicker than expected, as do all things one dreads arriving. Still, she reasoned with herself, at least it will finally be over and done with. Things will soon settle no doubt. With one last glance over the letter, still clutched in her hand, she rolled over and fell asleep.
Chapter 1
You know that awfully moment when you wake up in the morning and things just come crashing back down around you with startling clarity? Well, that's exactly what had Daisy Newbold leaping from the warm confines of her bed the next morning. As her the racing of her heart began to subside a little, she padded over to the large bedroom window. This was the reason she had begged her father to let her sleep up in the attic room. The large, leaded glass allowed her to look over the entire farm where they lived. Her eyes drank in the slow inclines of the sweeping hills, the trodden indentations of her well walked pathways around the brook at the far west corner of the farm, and the dark shadow of the dense pine wood, to the east, that she had come to think of as her haven. As the sun's first rays started to inch themselves above the horizon Daisy decided there was definitely time for one last run. Clad only in her cotton pyjama shorts and thin camisole, she turned from the window, and fled the room.
Once outside, with the dry warm earth beneath her bare feet, Daisy finally felt calm for the first time since waking. With the grace gifted to only a true, natural runner, she shot through the surrounding fields like a bullet. Laughing at the thrill of oxygen filling her lungs as her muscles burned with the intensity of her speed. This is why she ran, only like this did she truly feel that she was alive, she was free.
As she crossed the corn fields, empty from the recent harvest, she bounded alongside the brook, scaring the small family of rabbits drinking from the cool water. Once at the top, she doubled back east, and round to the edge of the woods. Here say ran parallel with trees, not willing to run through them bare foot, not in this form anyway. As she finally looped back towards the house, she could see her father standing in the doorway, even from this distance her sharp eyes could detect the indulgent look about his features. With one last push and her muscles delighting in the exertion, she sprinted towards him, bowling him over when they collided. Laughing, he pulled her to her feet and ruffled her hair. "Come on Poppet, I've made breakfast." He grinned at her, almost hiding the sadness in his eyes.
Clive Newbold loved his daughter fiercely. As his only surviving family member he truly cherished every moment they spent together. Of course they had Grandma and Gramps MacDonald, his late wife's loving and accepting parents, whom treated him like their own. But they were muggles, and he couldn't ever fully be himself around them. However, for Clive, it felt like he was just getting his precious Daisy back from Bauxbatons, and already she was heading off to Hogwarts. Actually, he thought bitterly, that's only if we hurry up, or she'll flaming well miss the train.