I would tell you my whole childhood. Every part of it. From the neglect I suffered from that fateful day on Hallows Eve to my third birthday but I am choosing not to. All I am going to say is that I cried. A lot in fact. I wasn't a cry baby. It's not in my nature to be, but I suppose humanity and hurt have a way of unlocking the chains that bind us to our nature.
It was on my third birthday that I realised that the house elves were smart. Don't get me wrong, I didn't think they were unintelligent but up untill that point, I believed them to be without education. And most of them were. But Avalon wasn't. She was named by my grandfather, Charles, James' father. Avalon, on my third birthday found a book the Rose had thrown out and gave it to me. I was a bloody three year old. I didn't know how to read, so she taught me. I once asked her where she learnt to read and write but she didn't tell me straight away. I had to pester her with my babyish babble and she finally gave in.

Potter Manor July 31 1984
"Where we going?" a beautiful girl with hair the colour of blood autumn leaves and eyes, a dark sea blue.
"We going to see my master, little missy. Come along now, you're already smaller than you should be, you can break on a twig." said a creature, leading the girl away from a winding staircase that had led to the basement.
The creature that spoke was unusual indeed. Its skin was a ashy brown, almost a mix between green and yellow that was hard to distinguish the colour. It had ears that were long and drooping and a nose that looked to big. Its eyes were under the illusion the they had no sockets, but once you looked closely, you could make out that it was just the skinny face and sunken features that make it seem that way. It was small, tiny even. Couldn't have been more than 3'6. On her body, she wore a white make shift dress with a petite apron on top of it hiding its features. This creature, who goes by the name of Avalon, was a house elf.
Avalon, at that current time, was dragging a small child who could have only been 3'1 comically around. It looked as if she was holding her but not quite picking her up. This odd pair were making their way across a dark corridor, part of the basement which belonged to the ancient house of Potter. They were going in a speed which one might classify as slow but compared to the relevant size of the house elf and toddler, was fast.
"Where we going?" once again the angelic toddler, Poppie, asked. Her voice was childish and innocent, slurring the r's and o's. It resembled laughter and the curiosity she held seeped out of the question but it was in vain as the house elf replied the same,
"To master."
"But wheeerrreee?" Poppie cried, elongating the vowels of the word 'where'.
"We're nearly 'ere now."
"Why we no abbwerate?"
"Master doesn't like apperating so I don't do it. Hush little missy, we are here."
The duo came to a halt, stopping in front of a majestic door. The height was the of a giant or troll and was wide enough for nearly and army to fit through all at once. The intricate patterns in the door wove into each other forming words and phrases unbeknownst to the little gurl who was staring intently at them, transfixed and pondering the meaning with burning curiosity. The creature next to the girl, seeing her anxiousness to understand the writing, smiled and whispered in a low hushed voice,
"'Salutem domus capta est in manibus', it means 'Greetings to the house of captured ghosts'"
"Oh. Okay. What does that mean?"
"Come on child!" the house elf laughed, throwing open the door.