A new start; the story of an American witch, an English wizard and the Willow Tree Bakery.

(A.N. Anything recognizable belongs to our Queen, J.K. Rowling. Though her epilogue as well as many events of TDH are disregarded. I do not own any of this other than my beautiful plot, SCCM, someday my own Willow Tree Bakery, and my lovely Dabria Brown-Malfoy. Also, this story is based around the real setting of NoHo, MA, but with a few magical twists...) Edited


The war had ended long ago. 21 years to be precise. But in order to truly understand our story, we have to go back some, skip around some, and learn some. Let's start at the beginning shall we… It's quite a nice place to do so…

The war had been tragic to be honest. Fleur Weasley, beautiful Fleur had died, much to Bill's horror. He eventually found solace though, in some random guy's arms. But this is not their story, though surely this will affect the thoughts of our not-quite-at all-protagonist later on. Fred actually lived, much to our not-quite-at all-protagonist's surprise. Well him and the rest of that family.

Of course, Percy Weasley also found love after the horror of the war. Him and his long-time friend, Oliver Wood, realized how they loved each other, couldn't be apart, all that romantic shit. Oh look, I've turned two out of six brothers gay, quite an accomplishment!

But there were plenty of other families in our Great War number two. And the Malfoy family (family to our one and only protagonist) was one of many to witness such tragedies. Lucius fell at The a Dark Lords hand, in place of Severus Snape. And of course, our not-quite-at all-protagonist was really very happy about this, seeing as Severus was his father. Honestly! This is our protagonist's story! So back to that.

The two remaining Malfoy's, Draco and Narcissa, faced trial. Both were proved innocent. Narcissa Malfoy died upon the jury's declaration of her innocence. The heart attack was too muggle to stop; she died in our protagonist's arms.

This is where we truly begin though. You see, after our protagonist was proved innocent a change was in order. So that's what Draco Malfoy did; change. And this here is the story of that.


America was a beautiful change for Draco, such difference from his past. Draco decided to try muggle school first, wishing to live outside of the North Eastern-American wizarding community for now. And University of Massachusetts, Amherst was a perfect choice.

Eventually after earning his degree, Draco came to the conclusion of wanting own a bakery in order to support himself in the muggle world. In the wizarding world Draco had plenty of funds. He had become the sole heir to multiple fortunes upon the death or incarceration of so many Death Eaters or family friends.

So using a small bit of converted-to-muggle money, Draco found the most wonderful place to set up shop.

Northampton, MA, a funky, vibrant place. And best of all, Draco wasn't judged on his or his family's past.

Soon, on the corner of main street, a once beautiful bakery sat empty. So making a dime sized dent in his mountain of fortune, Draco soon found home in the small apartment above.

Now my dear readers, I hope you've been good, for it is time to skip around some more…

So here we shall go, let us open the door, to eight years later, it's been twelve since the war.


A few years after The Willow Tree Bakery opened and set a record in amount of goodies sold each day, a small girl stumbles in on the eleven o'clock lull.

Her string-straight hair was a dark, natural red. Scars cover the expanse of her arms that her modest shirt shows. But sadder than the blossoming bruises, was the pain so clear in her chocolate eyes.

So friends are made and trust is formed, and love builds where it never was before.

A few years later she comes back, asking to stay forever. She does just this, and Dabria Brown-Malfoy is now our just-about-protagonist. And meanwhile, Draco is the proud father of the small nine year old girl.

So my dearest readers, listen here and listen close!

I hope you've been patient for that rewards the most,

And if so let me bring you closer to solving this mystery of a plot line.


A few tedious years pass for our protagonist and his daughter. Over these years Dabria's magic is discovered. By the time she's sixteen she can already do so much, everything taught to her by her dad and honorary uncles.

Ah yes, that should probably be explained. You see, ten years after the Willow was opened, it drew the attention of some professors of a prestigious school nearby [hint hint for later…]. So hand in hand Dean and Seamus Finnigan-Thomas had walked the town's streets, looking for some place to grab a 'cup a joe', as some of their fully American coworkers put it.

One spot looked especially appetizing, called the Willow Tree. Upon entering they were greeted by a just barely high-school aged girl, her red hair adorned with streaks of platinum blond. She asked for their orders and served their coffees, then told them to wait a moment for their sandwiches to toast. They took their seats near the back and waited patiently, or well, Dean waited patiently, Seamus was bouncing his leg up and down in a usual fit of anxiety.

"Here you go." A pale blond man walked up to the couple, a small amount of his once British accent detectable.

The two men looked at each other and then back to the blond. Soon a smile erupted on the Irishman's face.

"Draco Malfoy, it has been a while. So this is where you went off to, eh ferret?" Seamus clicked his tongue in an unintelligible way.

"Well, if it isn't Finnigan and Thomas, I never thought I'd see you two here." Draco smiled, his old smirk long gone.

"Actually, we're both Finnigan-Thomas now." Dean supplied.

"I'll be. Congrats mates." Draco laughed and smiled with the couple, and soon they had gone from school time enemies to the best of friends.

And so twenty years after life brought tragedy to them all, did it deliver more than a sliver of hope.

You see, this prestigious school afore mentioned, was in fact one of magic. And there we shall learn so very much of those we have yet to know.

But before we can meet those we are destined to, we must learn a bit about this school.

Smith Collegiate College of Magic. SCCM, or Smith for short. Here the brightest of young witches and wizards would study, learning everything in six years or less.

You see, in America it's customary for magical parents to teach their children the basics of magic. This way familiarity was ensured in the child, and making it so that children can learn at a young age without being shipped off to a foreign place. Because honestly, in America, there are no more pureblood vs. muggle blood families, or grudges. Each family has some of each, and most of the northeast is either magical or aware of it. The south/southwest is another story…

And so, our just about protagonist has been dreaming of Smith since she first laid eyes on it.

She had visited the school first at age sixteen, when she had gone to a party to greet some new professors...

Professor Thomas (as he was only called during classes, other times he was just Dean, and Seamus was just Seamus.) taught art at SCCM. He taught how to make muggle painting and magical, let us say, much fun ensued in that class. Professor Finnigan, was a master at charms, and taught with a skill rivaled only by his own professor Flitwick. But you see, there had become some vacancies in two subjects, and so a plan was hatched to bring some familiar faces across the pond.

And soon the two positions are filled. Mrs. Luna Lovegood-Longbottom (prof. Lovegood for short) was the new astronomy teacher, showing her students the stars in a new way. Her husband, the brave Mr. Neville Longbottom, is our lovely herbology teacher.

So for a time our family in America is complete, and filled with care and wonder. Dabria joining her aunt and uncles at SCCM as a student.

And time goes on well, shaping our characters in a new light. But as our protagonist knows all too well, things can not stay the same forever, so twenty one years after coming to what Draco now knew was home, things took a new turn.

This is where we truly begin you see, in Dabria's sophomore year at SCCM. Here she is known as the powerful Miss Brown, and her brown eyes only compliment her shocking blond hair.

So here, let us try.

Let us look towards the sky,

For it is the time to understand what may shock you.

21 years is a long time you see, and to some, it is filled with the joy to learn, but to others the night sky is not the darkest thing…