Disclaimer: Again, I do not own Harry Potter.

One thing Summer liked to do that Severus and I didn't was to go down to the muggle village below the hill where we lived and play with the muggle children. Our father, a pure-blooded wizard, despised muggles with all of his being. If it had been Severus or myself, he would never have let us play down there. Summer, however, was his favorite and could do no wrong in his eyes. So, reluctantly, our father allowed Summer to play down in the village, on the condition that she wear muggle clothing and not tell anyone that she was a witch. This was fine with Summer. Overalls and jeans gave her the freedom to run and climb that robes did not, and she was delighted to spend time with other girls who were her age. She became particularly close to one girl, a child with brown hair and brown eyes named Amalee May.

"Survus!" my father bellowed one day. My heart filled with dread, but I answered the call as quickly as I could. "Yes, Father?" I asked meekly.
"Go down to the muggle village and fetch your sister. It's time for her to come home."
"Right away, Father," I replied, scurrying out the door.

The streets of the village were empty. There was no sign of Summer or any of the muggle children anywhere. Suddenly, the door of one of the houses was thrown open . A small, rotund woman with flashing brown eyes and a face that was red with anger appeared. She was yelling at a little girl who was curled up on the ground, sobbing. I recognized the woman as Amalee May's mother and the little girl as...Summer!

"Now get off of my property and never come back, you hear me, you little freak! My little girl is innocent, and I won't have her contaminated by witch-filth!" Mrs. May bellowed.

Summe didn't move. She just lay on the ground, continuing to sob. I caught a glimpse of Amalee's in one of the house's windows. She was crying.

"Well, what's wrong with you? Are you deaf? Get off of my property!" She beat Summer over the head with a stick. Summer screamed, jumped to her feet, and ran over to cry in the yard across the street.

"And don't come back!" yelled Mrs. May one last time before disappearing back into her house and slamming the door.

"Summer, what happened?" I asked, sitting down in the grass next to her. Summer threw her arms around me. "Oh, Servus," she sobbed, "it was awful. I know that I wasn't supposed to tell anyone here that I was a witch, but I had to tell Amalee. She's my best friend! She didn't mind, and she promised not to tell anyone, but her mother found out. Mrs. May called me dirty! She called me a monster,a freak, and a demon. She said that I wasn't to come near Amalee ever again, and she told Amalee that we couldn't play together anymore. Then she slapped me and threw me out her door. I don't understand. Why? Amalee's my friend, and I'm hers. I just wanted to play with her. I wouldn't hurt her or her parents, so why was Mrs. May so cruel to me?"

That's when Summer learned the first hard lesson of her life. I hugged her close to me and told her about the long history of war, grudges, hatred, bitterness, and distrust between wizards and muggles.

"But Amalee's not like that," Summer said when I finished.

"I believe you, but Father won't. He knows all about how muggles have treated our kind, and so he thinks that all muggles are bad. Even if he met Amalee and saw how kind and good she is, he wouldn't change his mind," I replied. "Come on, let's get home, or Father will be angry.

We got up. I turned to leave, but Summer stood still, staring at the Mays' house. Finally she said, "Amalee is my friend, and it doesn't have to be like this. Magic and non-magic folk can live together peacefully." "Yeah," I said. I actually highly doubted that. The prejudices of my father and the knowledge of muggle cruelty against wizardkind were already rooted too deeply in me. However, I didn't have the heart to tell Summer that she was wrong. Besides, I just wanted to get her back to the house and have both of us forget about all of it. Summer could tell that I didn't believe her, because she looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes and said, quite firmly, "We can all live in peace together."

"Sure, Summer, whatever you say," I replied, taking my younger sister by the hand and leading her up the hill.