A/N: Sorry for not posting last week but it was holiday and I didn't have the chance. I also apologize for the short chapter. Hopefully the next one will be longer. Thanks for reading.
Three days later Jocelyn was getting ready for her favorite time of the day. The time when it was just her and her daddy and no one was rushing to go any place.
She ran though her checklist in her head, making sure everything was done. Her pajamas were on, her teeth were cleaned, and all her toys were put away. She already had her bath and took out her clothing to wear tomorrow.
"Did you choose a book yet?" Her daddy called as he walked by her room.
Jocelyn smiled again and took a book off her shelf before climbing into bed, under the covers, with the hard cover book on her lap. A few seconds later her daddy came in also wearing pajamas.
"Did you have a good birthday?" He asked as he sat down on the bed next to her and took the book from her.
Jocelyn nodded. Not only did she have a party with her uncles and aunt, but there were two other parties.
"Do you have a favorite?"
Jocelyn had to think. It was hard to pick a favorite. Each day was special. Besides the party on Friday there was also the party at day care today. It wasn't as scary as she thought it would be.
At lunch her daddy came in with the cupcakes they had baked on Saturday. There were no candle's, which made her very happy. They sang 'Happy Birthday' to her and played games. It was fun with her daddy there.
Yesterday, her daddy took her, Ms. Kessler and her daughter's to see Beauty and the Beast in New York City. Jocelyn loved watching the show. She loved the music and couldn't get the songs out of her head. The costumes were pretty. She wanted to dress like a princess and dance. Her Aunt Cameron gave her dress up clothes for her birthday. Jocelyn couldn't wait to put them on and play dancer.
Finally Jocelyn just threw her arms wide open, hoping her daddy would understand that she couldn't pick a favorite. Her daddy smiled and gave her a big hug.
"You know Joss, its okay to talk." He said while still hugging her. "I'm not going to yell at you."
Her daddy often said that to her. She wanted to talk. She really did. But every time she opened her mouth the words froze in her throat. No matter her daddy, or Doctor Tom, the psychologist she saw, told her that nothing would happen, she couldn't help it.
"It's okay. Tomorrow night we'll start writing 'thank you' cards for all the nice presents you got."
Jocelyn pulled away and nodded at her daddy.
"So let's read about Harry." He said putting his legs on the bed and leaning back.
Uncle Greg gave her books for her birthday. He said they were about magic. Jocelyn liked magic. Magic was the reason she had such a wonderful daddy. Jocelyn lay down and curled up next to her daddy as he opened the book.
"Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, by J. K. Rowling."
Jocelyn snuggled in closer and followed along in the book as her daddy read.
"Chapter one, The Boy Who Lived."
She could read the book too, but her daddy's voice was magic. Jocelyn loved the way her daddy talked. It was so different from everybody else. Uncle Greg and her daddy both said it was because he was from Australia. Her daddy showed her on a map where it was and promised to take her there one day when she was older. She wondered why he didn't live there anymore. When she asked Uncle Greg, he said it was magic.
"Mr. and Mrs. Drusley, of number four Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much." And Jocelyn let her daddy's magical voice take her to England.
A/N2: I don't own the book or the characters of Harry Potter. They are owned I guess by J.K. Rowling. Please don't sue.