Hi! New Harry Potter story, my first HP!
Please R and R!
"Don't fall over that edge Emmy!"
"Watch your step! No wait! Ahh!"
"Look John, she's flying! Emmy!"
"Emmy come down!"
"That's a girl."
"She's safe." the woman sighed, nestling her three year old in her arms.
"Why was she so close to the edge of this cliff?" the man asked, hugging his coat around the woman and child. The roaring waves below cast water up over the cliff, sprinkling on the family.
"I don't know. Let's go back to the cottage."
"Alright." the man shielded the woman and girl from the sea and the wind as they stumbled back to the cottage.
"Very strange." the man said as he dried a mug from the sink with a brown cloth and put the cup in the cupboard. The little girl was sitting at the wood table, smiling with the tiny teeth.
"Float?" she asked, little strawberry blonde hair bouncing.
"Yes, honey, you floated. How did you do it?" the woman came and sat down next to the girl. The light of the fire in the fireplace sending a glow over the mother and daughter.
"Monica she wouldn't know." The man came and sat down, with three mugs of tea.
"Wouldn't she though?" The mother sipped from her tea, warming her hands with the hot mug. The little girl burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?" the man asked.
"I thinked fly! That all!" the little girl drank her tea, sipping it off the lip of the mug.
"So you just thought 'fly' and you zoomed up?"
"I do again!" she jumped up from the table in her tiny plain blue dress and closed her eyes, her parents clutching each other.
What was going to happen? The little girl scrunched her face up and then rose into the air, relaxing herself. She then floated back down.
"See see? Mummy? Daddy?"
"Yes, dear we see. John, why-how? It's scary."
"Oh Monica how is this possible?"
"I have no clue..."
"I don't know either..."
"I think we should take her away. Send her to an...an orphanage or something." The mother started to cry. The man comforted her.
"No... I say keep her here, Monica. She'll be fine."
"Are you sure?" she looked at the little girl who was swaying contently.
"If anything like this happens again, we'll just pretend it didn't..."
"I don't know."
"We love our daughter, don't we?"
"Of course!" The mother opened her arms, and the little girl curled herself into them, comforting her mother.
"Then we've got to protect her."
"Yes. We must." the couple went to the doorway and looked out. They sighed. The little girl ran out to play in the sand, the mother keeping a close watch. She tapped the wooden sign that hung next to the door. The letters were neatly shaped in soft gray figures. They spelled out two words in this year of 1983, Shell Cottage.
Thanks for reading, this is not a one shot, I will continue this story ASAP!
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