April 28, 1980
She ducked and dashed, running as fast as she could, narrowly avoiding curses. She could die later, but now was not that time. She carried something too important in her hands.
A mound of blankets struggled and whined from the crook in her elbow. Genevieve peeked through, distressed at the turmoil that ravaged the scene around her. She didn't know how long she had, but Allie had to get her baby to safety. She was only a year old.
Finally, she managed to shake off the Death Eaters long enough to Apparate back to the safe house, where her husband waited anxiously.
"She's fine," she assured him. "I have to go."
He nodded with solemn understanding. "I'll see you soon," he whispered, though they both know that it was a lie. She gave him one last, longing look, and Disapparated into the night.
A/N: Hi! After reading so much Harry Potter fanfiction, I have finally decided to contribute. Everything except the storyline featuring my OC, Genevieve Snow, belongs to J.K. Rowling, the brilliant author she is. I will try to stick to canon as much as possible, but this is mainly about how my character would impact the universe already created. I am planning to write one story per year, but may combine years that are less eventful. This book will mostly be about my character's growth instead of an actual story (sorry!). Reviews are welcome.
