Once the second wizarding war was over, and the ministry of magic was repaired in London, the International Confederations was allowing for interns again. The year before the war, in 1997, Feliks Pavlovich had graduated from Hogwarts, but could not join the ministry or the confederation as it was overrun by deatheaters. Finally, once Harry Potter defeated Voldemort in May of 1998, and the Ministry was once again running, the International Confederation of Wizards opened up to England and its surrounding areas again.
Come June 1998, Feliks Pavlovich had finally begun his internship with the International Confederation of Wizards, and started to travel the world as a part of his job. A year and a half later, in December 1999, his job had him settle in France. He worked to strengthen ties with France which had weakened during the war, especially regarding the schools, as Beauxbatons and Hogwarts were a sort of sister schools. He was strengthening inter school relationships and was frequently at Beauxbatons where he met Aurelie Pinsonneault, a seventh year student.
The two fell in love, and then three years later, in December 2003, they had a baby, me, Seraphine Eponine Pinsonneault- Pavlovich.
Our family was a happy little family, who needed no one but each other. My father had his job with the Confederacy, and my mama worked at a small little bookshop in the wizarding community. We lived there for the first six years of my life, and then in March of 2010, when I was 6 (I haven't turned 7 yet, you see its still March, not December), we moved to Spain for my father's work.
But you see, Spain was a troubled country at this moment, that's why my father was sent here. There were riots across the country because the wizarding community felt as if thought the government was oppressing their rights and freedoms. This was in fact due to the recent rules England was passing to give more freedom to all beings and beasts alike, and Spain wanted the same.
On one particular day, in December of 2012, a rioter, snuck into the Ministry building in Spain and set off a muggle bomb killing 87 people and injuring 54. My father was one of those killed.
This caused me and my mama devastation. We had no one else, so the death of my father caused many issues. Luckily, or unluckily, whichever way you decided to take this, the ministry and confederation decided to give us compensation for my father's death in the form of a job to my mother. We moved back to France a year and half later, and then after two weeks there to England for a bit of a fresh start. However, in this brief period of time, my mother had developed maniac depression, and a year later, two weeks before I was to go to Hogwarts, she succumbed to her grief. On August 16th, 2015, I was made an orphan.
Now, on the otherside of the coin, was the glorified Potter family, and they kind of did deserve it even if Harry Potter was inadvertently the cause of my father's death (cause proposed the laws that got passed in England, which the Spaniards wanted, and so they revolted which caused the bombing and well, you get the idea). Anyways, after the defeat of Voldemort in May, Harry Potter and his best friend Ronald Weasley went off to train to become Aurors. And so a bit over a year and a half later, they both became Aurors. Harry Potters girlfriend, and Ronald Weasleys sister, Ginevra, who graduated the year before, became the starting player for the Holyhead Harpies a few months afterwards. And a month later, Harry and Ginevra got married.
It was then, that a year and a halfish later Ginevra fell pregnant unexpectedly and gave birth. She took a few months off, but inevitably went back to quidditch. She missed the rush and thrill of her short lived job and had to go back. This is when she got her capitancy. So with her being busy with her quidditch schedule, and Harry with his Auror schedule, it was up to the many Aunts, Uncles, and the Grandparents to raise little James Sirius Potter for the next two years.
In January of 2004, Harry was made head Auror, and in March, his second son Albus was born, and Ginevra had decided to retire from quidditch officially. Since Harry was now head and could make his schedule to include more family time, and Ginevra did not have the same busy schedule with the prophet that she had with quidditch, they were able to do what they weren't able to do with the first son, raise Albus like a family would.
And so here is where our main story starts to kick off, 9 years later James started Hogwarts, and add two more years, Albus did. And as it was just after sorting ceremonies, when I had become best friends with my new housemates, Albus Potter and Scorpius Malfoy. I lived life at Hogwarts for the four years there, and then it was my fifth year when… well, let me tell you.
A/N: Hello! I just wanted to warn you ahead of time that things might get a bit confusing time wise, or at least it did for me when I was writing this, so just to avoid any potential confusion in the near future, I'm including a timeline with some facts as well as some other useless info that's there to help me more than you (but I didn't edit that info on the timeline, cause it doesn't really matter if it's there or not). So as the story progresses I'll add new things too it.
Anyways, Hope you enjoy. This is one of my first stories, and I'm excited to share!