-The Beginning.-
Benjamin Potter burst through the doors to waiting room with such glee. "Its a girl!" He bellowed at the top of his lungs. "Its a girl!" Ben high-fived his brother, Charlus and then twirled round his sister-in-law, Diadora.
Mr Potter (his father) looked amused at his eldest son's celebration. "He reminds me of myself," he smiled to himself as he spoke to his wife.
Benjamin Potter and his girlfriend, Katherine Jayne Berry had a beautiful baby girl on the fifteenth of May 1960, with the name Daffodille Anne Potter. Benjamin was over the moon, he had always (secretly) wanted a daughter. He somehow knew that his daughter was going to achieve great things.
A few months later Daffodille's cousin was born; James Charlus Potter. Benjamin and Charlus were both proud fathers as you could imagine...
...Five years later...
A family meal at the Potters' always seemed like a nightmarish affair; what with a screaming three year old and two five year olds running around the joint. Diadora had to put her youngest (Rose Diadora Potter) to bed early, to quite things down and then sent the five year olds to play in the garden.
Daffodille tried to flatten her dark, unruly hair. Merlin! She simply hated it. The young girl wished she had her mother's blonde, curly hair. At least, it was easier to maintain. Daffodille looked over to her cousin, James; he was currently hovering around on his toy broomstick. "Hey, Jamie? Let me have a go? I left mine at home."
James pondered it for a mockingly two seconds, "no." He went higher, not that much higher (toy broomsticks could only float about two feet off the ground). The boy frowned, "I wanna go higher!"
Daffodille giggled softly, "you'll have to wait until we go to Hogwarts before you can fly higher, Jamie!"
The boy landed on the ground right beside his cousin. He, too, had dark, unruly hair and he wore round spectacles. "Are you sure ya going to Hogwarts? I heard off Aunt Kath that you're going to Beauxtons. That's in France."
Daffy scowled, "that's a lie! I'm going to Hogwarts and I'm a Gryffindor!"
James laughed, "whatever you say, Daffy. Whatever you say."