She had two children, ages four, and six. A dog named Rufus, and a husband who was in a band. She had a job at the ministry, until it fell. She had a life.
Her husband was muggleborn, where she was half blooded. Her children were magical. She was a Hufflepuff, her husband a Ravenclaw. Her children, Addaline (She went by Adda, her name to long and hard to pronounce at age four), and Rylee (She went by Ry, because in her kindergarten class there were three other Riley's. [They all spelled it Riley, though]) would grow up to be a Gryffindor, and Slytherin.
Adda would later work at the ministry, improving the education system, like getting kids into school earlier, even if it wasn't magical. She had to work hard, because Slytherin's still weren't completely trusted. But she made do. She lived long, and happily, and everything would end okay for her. She'd get married to a loving man, and they'd have a kid, a son named Troy.
Ry would go on to explore all of the known world, finding many things, and learning about magic in other places. She was constantly moving, always eager for her next adventure. She never settled although she dated on and off. Sometimes with a man, sometimes woman. It didn't matter, she was happy, even after she lost three of her fingers, and most of her toes to frostbite.
The dog would grow old, and have good memories, and watch over her children when she didn't return after dashing out of the house that night, her husband on her heels.
But for now, none of that has happened. She is sitting in the living room with her daughters, and her dog, and her husband, and they are watching the snowflakes fall outside, while a fire burns in the fireplace, and no one's hurting yet.
The girls are happy, and content, and if they are to cry for their mother she will come, because right now Yellamma Garfield is alive. Yellamma Garfield's family is to last. Oh what a perfect picture.
Too bad that in some years time the father will be struggling to support his two daughters, Adda won't remember her mother, and Ry will carry a faded folded picture of her mother in her pocket at all times. Yes, too bad.
Right now though, they are whole, healthy, safe, and alright. Yellamma closes her eyes a smile on her lips as she falls asleep to the soft snores of her daughters. Everything will be alright, she tells herself, and it will be. They just have to make it through the rough patches of grief first.
Yo, Andy here.
Sorry it took so long to update, I was traveling/camping/hiking. I should be updating pretty often till the end of summer, then we'll see what's what.
Anyways, thanks to guest, and Mashpotato Queen for your reviews. They made me smile.
Also I did notice (Guest pointed it out to me) that I switch Padma, and Parvati. I plan to go back, and change it later. Enjoy the rest of your guys summer/winter (If your in the Southern Hemisphere)
Happy Olympics, by the way.
~Andy