Hertfordshire. 1905.

Imagination lives in every child. It somehow gave them hope. Hope about anything, about dreams. They want to believe that unicorns are real, and that someday they would greet the leprechauns themselves. Parents would sometimes tell them stories, even when they don't believe that those creatures are real. But sometimes, it is fun to imagine that a gnome could actually walk, and a ferret could actually talk in rude manner. Yeah, but little did they know, those creatures are very much real, and not merely an imagination written in various children's books.

Like some parents—muggle or not—Missus Fawley, the mistress in Fawley household, always taught her children to admire every single creatures that live around them. The children, however, must feel so lucky, since they didn't have to imagine those creatures or even doubting their existence. Those creatures were real, and some even lived inside the greenhouse of their manor. Having some magical creatures as her daily companion, Missus Fawley loved taking her children out, especially in summer, to walk their creatures on an enchanted forest behind their manor. And the two little children enjoyed it, at least until the oldest experienced his first year at the magical school, Hogwarts.

It was the end of summer when two out of the four were walking back from the forest. The reported heat wave couldn't stop the two from exploring the forest along with the Jarvey and their favourite Bowtruckle. Missus Fawley held a picnic basket on one hand, while the other was holding hands with her eleven year old daughter who had an excited face. The little girl looked like she still had so much energy in her, as she was talking excitedly to a bored looking ferret which she carried. The ferret was slightly bigger than normal, and that was why it bore the name Jarvey, a magical creature.

'I still don't get it why brother doesn't want to join us anymore!' she let out with a pout. 'What do you think, James?'

But the Jarvey responded nothing. The ferret squirmed around, wanting to be let go.

'Well, your brother is preparing for his fifth year, darling.' It was Missus Fawley talking, squeezing her daughter's hand lightly. 'His O. is coming up, and so is your first year.' She smiled.

As they entered the greenhouse where the creatures lived in, James the Jarvey had finally freed himself before taking off towards the bushes to hunt some gnomes. Missus Fawley pulled the lid of her basket, letting out a small twig-like creature. The Bowtruckle whined when she fished it out and putting it on a small tree.
'Come on, Fizzy, time for bed.'

With a huff, the Bowtruckles returned to the tree and joined by three others alike. The greenhouse was not that big, it was the perfect size. On the other side was a huge nest for their pet Augurey, while the smaller nest next to it was reserved for a Demiguise. The small growing trees were the home for a family of Bowtruckles, and Fizzy being one of them. Tending the magical creatures was actually Missus Fawley's hobby ever since she graduated from Hogwarts. Also, being married to a ministry worker had an advantage, which meant that her creatures were also protected.

'Now, let's greet your brother.'

By the time the little girl stepped inside the manor, she loudly called for her brother, who let out a grunt as he picked his book up from the dining table, wanting to go back to his room. But the mother noticed the gesture, as she glanced coldly at her son.

'Herman, be nice to your sister!'

'Fine.' The brunette boy sighed, before sitting back down on his former chair. 'Anyway, father just owled that he wouldn't be able to come home by dinner.'

Missus Fawley was not surprised at all. She only smiled in return. 'Very well then. A dinner for three it is.'

For the family, it wasn't a completely unusual routine for the father to skip dinner because of whatever his work in the Ministry of Magic is. At first the children were reluctant in dining without their father being home, but as it became almost a routine for them, they started to let it go. They did understand that Mister Fawley was working to keep the Wizarding Community safe from whatever war was going out there.

After finishing dinner, the family were gathering around in the living room, waiting for the father to come home. The rain was pouring heavily outside as they heard the Augurey singing.

'Why can't the bloody bird just sod off?' Herman complained, as he had a book on his lap.

'Because Audrey is an Augurey. They sing to welcome rain.' His little sister responded with a defensive manner.

Missus Fawley smiled as she caressed her daughter's brown hair softly. 'Very true, Rosalind.'

'Mum?' Rosalind looked up. 'How will I survive my first year at Hogwarts?'

Her mother frowned. 'What's with the question, Rose?'

The little girl shrugged. 'Well, Herman went to Hogwarts and came back as a boring person.'

'Hey!' Herman frowned. 'I am not boring.'

'But you hardly spend more time with me during the summer. You always spend more time with your books, or your friend Selwyn. And you don't want to join our picnic in the forest anymore.' She whined.

Hearing this, the older brother put his book down, before scooting closer to his little sister. He planted a soft kiss on her temple. 'I am sorry, sis. But being a student is different, especially in Hogwarts. We have to work harder to achieve more. But it is fun, don't worry. You will love it there.'

'Really?' Rosalind asked, her eyes sparkled as she did so.

Herman nodded. 'Yeah. And you will find some new friends. Oh, even better, if you get sorted into Gryffindor, we can spend more time together!'

The girl's mind was filled with thoughts. She started to imagine exploring the castle with her big brother she often looked up to. And it got her more excited, as she couldn't wait for the morning to come faster.

'That would be great!' Missus Fawley ruffled her son's already messy hair.

She always knew that Herman would grow into a fine young man, a gentleman and a caring big brother. The boy had always been a good student, never breaking rules, and even was appointed as a fifth year Prefect that year. She couldn't be more proud, as he slowly grew more like his father, a true hardworking man.

'Will there be so many creatures?' Rosalind wondered.

'Absolutely! You will love our Care for Magical Creatures professor. He has a great passion for dragons, though, and it can get a little bit annoying when he starts rambling.'

It only made her grew more curious about Hogwarts and everything about it. 'Oh, I love dragons!' Rosalind then glanced up on her mother, 'Can I bring along that book of dragons that you got me for Christmas, Mum?'

Missus Fawley smiled. 'Of course you can. But we better put it inside your trunk now. Don't want to do it on the last minute, do we?'

'Alright then!'

The little girl took off towards her room upstairs, letting out a giggle as she climbed up the stairs. The mother was amused by her daughter's excitement in starting her first year on the next day. But who wouldn't feel that way when you were about to go to a magical school like Hogwarts?

'She shares the same passion as you, right Mum?'

'Indeed she does.' Missus Fawley smiled. 'Rosalind is going to be great one day.'

But little did they know, something was approaching them and nobody saw it coming. It would change the family forever, but it would be a key to change perspectives. Rosalind Fawley was a smart witch, nobody could deny. And with her, half of the family legacy should live on.

Author's Note:

Hello everyone! This is a story I wrote a year ago, and I have it posted on another platform. In case you're feeling familiar with this story, I'm the same author. I hope you enjoy this story as much as I enjoy writing it. I will see you soon! x