The girl

Disclaimer: Though the plot of this story is mine, the characters are not. All credits for the characters go to J.. Wellllll apart for the one character that's Kingley's daughter who is all mine. Ahahahahaaha anyways enjoy the story. I was writing this when I had a massive headache.

Kingsley Shackbolt was a man of mystery. Not even his wife Nymphadora could figure him out until she had married him.

There was no wonder to her when he was so overly protective to Harry, Hermione and the Weasley kids, for now she was in on the secret that he had kept so well from everyone else.

The first time that she had come to the house after their honeymoon he led her to a room that was far from the curious eyes that seemed to always prowl around the mansion. Inside the brightly decorated room was a girl laying limply on a plump four poster bed hooked up to many strange machines. He had explained that she was his daughter from a foreign auror he had once thought himself to love. The auror did not want the girl and so had left him alone to look after her. Nymphadora had smiled when he described the girl when she was smaller, so young and full of life, always telling her daddy she loved him and trying to make food for him everyday even though most of the time it had resulted in the child being covered in some random food ingredient.

All through his stories he had kept his head down, tears pouring like a river. Kingsley had looked up at Nymphadora and she could see in his face that there was something left unsaid. It had taken the whole week but finally he told her why his little girl was in the state that she was in. The girl had been left to her own devices as Kingsley left to go and get them a snack from the kitchen, but when he got back the child had disappeared as well as his broom, he had screamed for her and when he saw her it was to late, she had lost control of the broom and landed with a crash to the floor. Since that day she had been in a coma and the doctors had said that there was only a little chance that she would ever wake up.

Ten long years he had kept her away from the world and that damn Rita Skeeter and now even he was beginning to think there was no hope.

After that day Nymphadora had spent every waking moment with the girl, combing her hair, moving her thin brown limbs to stop them from wasting away, she even went so far as to buy the girl new clothes and ask her opinion on them even though she knew that she wouldn't get any response. In all honesty Nymphadora wanted to be the mother the girl had never known, she wished almost as much as Kingsley or possibly even more that the girl would open her eyes and they could be a family… If the girl would allow her to become her mother that is.

This revelation was a god send and Kingsley had decided maybe having some support wouldn't be that bad. Maybe he could tell his friends and they could work on a cure to bring his little girl back.

Hope you like the beginning of it :) review please... and thank you ;0