Every thing was going well for my parents
Every thing was going well for my parents. My Mothers bookshop was going great. My father was moving up the ladder at Hogwarts. He was getting more and more responsible. Soon he would get the position of Potions Master. That when I joined the family. I was born on September 19, 1979. I was named for some of the greatest witches of are time. Lilly Hermione Jean Evens. The next few years were bliss. Of course they were some up and downs. My aunt Lilly and my Uncle James were killed by my father master. My cousin Harry would spend the next day at my house while Dumbledore set up protection around my aunt's house. Soon it would all turn bad.
These were the years my Father would call these year some of thee best years of his life. He no longer had to serve for voldemort. He was able to be at peace at home with his family. We would spend hours out in the garden. My Parents sitting on the bench watching me try to make friends with our rabbit, Chester. I think I get the love of reading from my parents. They were always reading on the bench. They would read any stories I could find and drag over. My Father could recite stories off the top of his head. We would spend hours in the park.
My father said one of his happiest days of his life was when my mother began pregnant again. While my mother was giving birth there were some compilations. My Mother died that day. The day my younger brother Tobias James Was born. If I think back hard enough I can still remember the day. I don't think I really know what was going on back then. I remember a white room and a lot of people of people crying. My father was crying. I hard to remember the day my mother died because I was so young. However was able to revisit the day a few years ago by my father memory. I had never seen my father that deep in his grief.
My father went in to a deep depression after my mother died. I did not see my father from March 9th to September 19th. My father locked himself into his study. My grandmother came to stay with us. See and my father would leave for work in the morning and when my father got home from work he would go right into his study. The stories that he told were no longer told. The games that we played were no longer played. My mothers shop was sold. My nanny Annie would try but it was not the same. I needed my father.
My fathers spend six months in his study. Just looking over picture of what was happy family that we once were. When he did come out he was not the same. The loving man that he once was. He never looked at Toby. I think he blamed Toby for my mother's death. If my mother was never pregnant then she would not have died in labor. I spend hours with my grandparents. My Grandfather would tell the most wonderful tales. He was the first person to tell me about Tom Riddle and Voldemort. My grandmother would transform random object into some of the most wonderful toys one would have ever seen.
Then on my fourth birthday things changed. My father came out of his study. My father came in to the kitchen where everybody was eating. My father came in and picked me up and spun me around the room. He said that we would leave Toby with the Annie; we would spend the day together. We ended up spending the day in daigon ally. I loved going to diagon ally there was so much to look at when. We roamed around looking in each little shop. My father lavishes me with gifts that day. He must have bought at lest fifty new books for me that day. After a we had lunch at the leaky cauldron. My father bought me home because I was only four.
When we got home we had a visitor. Now I know of these events because my father left it in his memories after he died. The moment we got in the kitchen Lucius Malfoy was waiting for us. My father was cool and collected while Mr. Malfoy was not.
"Good After noon Lucius" My father greeted him.
Where have you been?" Screened Malfoy.
"I will be right with you let me just put my daughter down for a nap then we came talk business."
"No! We are going to talk now." Yelled Malfoy.
" I will not talk about the dark Lord with my daughter asleep on my shoulder, and you keep your voice down as not to wake her, if you will not let me leave my own kitchen at least let me get the nanny to take my daughter.
With that I was transford into Annie arms and was put down for a nap. My Father and Malfoy talked about carrying on the dark lord's work. However they deiced against it.
Now my father was not the same guy he was before my mother died. Some days he would still lock himself into his study some days. Other days he would just be in a terrible mood. It was very rare to get him in a good mood. Over time it got better. My Grandfather said that My Father loved my Mother that when she died part of him died too. My father slowly worked his way out his way out of hid depression. He started spending more time with us. We started going to park again. My father started putting me to bed again. He was telling stories again. By the time of Toby first birthday my father was almost all better. You could count on him to be at dinner or put us to bed at night. It was like I had my father back. My family was finally healing.