July 31st, 1991

Ginevra couldn't sleep that night. It wasn't that she was troubled; it was just that she was just too excited. She would go shopping with the boys over at Diagon Alley for their school supplies that they were required for Hogwarts Academy. It would truly be an adventure that Ginevra could hardly wait for. The thing she could wait for was when the boys would leave for school. She didn't want them to go at first, but when they told her that they would owl her every day to tell her about their tales, she felt assured enough. They also told her that they'd be home for the holidays to see her, so she was happy with that notion. It would only take them a year to come back and a year for her to turn 11. Then she could finally be with them again at Hogwarts.

Turning, she looked at the pictures that decorated her walls and her bed side table. A smile slowly began to spread itself across her face as she saw them move and what not. Some pictures waved back, other made silly faces, and some just smiled warmly while the occupants of the pictures hugged one another. All of which were her two best friends and herself. A year away from them would be the hardest time in her life and it ached somewhere in her chest when she thought about it. There wasn't a day when they weren't together it seemed, but now there were going to be lots.

Shaking her head, she then huffed and turned onto her other side and tried to erase such thoughts. It would only take a year till she received her own owl from Hogwarts, saying that she was accepted into the school. With that settling in her mind, she smiled and began to ponder on what kind of fun she would have with her best friends. Surely Draco would surely supply the sweets they could share at night and Blaise with the pranks they could pull on others. And they could tell her what she was going to be learning and such. Maybe she could even look at old essays that they had written in the classes that she would be taking then and use them as a reference.

Yeah … after a year, life will be the same as it always had been for the three.

Before Ginevra could fall asleep with those perfect thoughts in her mind, her mother stormed into her room. Her hair which was always the epitome of perfection was a mess and a frightened look crossed her face as she hurried over to her beside.

"Ginevra! Get up, baby, we have to leave." Her mother did the best to look as calm as ever, but her frazzled features betrayed her.

"L-leave? What are you talking about, mum?"

"Your father …"

"Father? What about father? What happened to him?"

She didn't see her father a lot and it was because he was always working. But that didn't mean Ginevra didn't love him. It was easy for her to remember smell his muggle cigars and his husky laugh which he always made when she told him of her adventures with the boys. He was a man of importance, her mother told her time and time again, and she believed her. Ginevra also considered him a strong man, seeing that he could carry her and her mother over his shoulder at the same time; so what had happened to him which made her mother look so troubled?

"I … I don't know baby, actually." Ginevra didn't believe her mom when she pulled a fake smile and clapped her hands to summon one of their house elves.

"Lobby, I need you to pack up Ginevra's belongings. Only a few things, like a week or two of things. Just clothes and underwear. Nothing else too important." Her mother turned her back towards her while telling the house elf what she needed done.

"Just mine, mum? But why? Where are you going? What happened to father? Mum, tell me!" Ginevra crawled out of her bed sheets and grasped her mother by her wrists.

Her mother didn't look back as Lobby began minimizing her belongings so that she could fit them all into a small bag. When her mother didn't answer her, but tear herself away to go over to her desk and gather a parchment along with a quill and ink, fear overcame her. Ginevra's mother never acted this way before and it frightened her a great deal to see her mother write with such speed and taking haggard inhales and exhales. She bit her lower lip and ordered the tears not to come trembling down from her eyes as she watched her mother fold the letter and slip it into her pocket.

When Lobby was done packing her belongings, her mother accio'd two robes. Hastily, her mother wrapped Ginevra with it and wrapped the other one around herself. A quick thank you was sent to Lobby as her mother gave the small bag to her and took out her wand. With her free hand, Ginevra's mother wrapped a tight arm around her and said a quick spell. She could feel everything around her change drastically -- the walls, the floor … even the air seemed to change. It was better than taking a portkey, but it was an unusual feeling that drawled within her. The feeling brewed in the bottom of her stomach and soon to her throat.

As everything around her settled down, the feeling washed away, but her footing wasn't any better. She stumbled a bit as her once bent legs almost collided against what seemed like wood. Ginevra couldn't tell because everything seemed too dark, but she could smell the rain washed wood. Letting her eyes adjust, she saw that her mother had knelt in front of her and began fixing her robes. When she took a look at her new surroundings, she saw that she indeed was right about the wood. She and her mother were currently standing on what looked like a porch.

"Now listen baby, you have to be nice to these people because you'll be staying with them for quite some time." Her mother whispered, still fixing her robes.

"What are you talking about, mum? Where are you going? Why aren't you staying? Where's dad!" She almost screamed, but her mother placed a hand on her mouth.

"You can't wake them up, just not yet … Ginevra, I will come back for you and I will come back with your father, so don't worry. Just give us some time, baby. Will you, please? For mum and father?"

Trembling, Ginevra gave a slow and hesitant nod before being hugged by her mother. She started to cry once her mother let her go and held her by her hands. It was hard to see her mum leave and it was hard for her because her mother was not telling her what had happened to her father. She wanted answers -- she needed answers.

"I love you, mum … tell father I love him too …"

"I will, baby. I will. I love you too."

Ginevra watched as her mother released her hands and then took a couple of steps back. There was something wrong in her mother's eyes and it frightened her even more. What her mum could be thinking at this moment, she wondered. That fear within her escalated upon seeing her mother slowly take out her wand and point it towards her. The last thing she heard her mum say was a sorry before screaming out 'STUPEFY!'