Hi this is my first story on here so Please don't be too hard on me. Also I own nothing, jk Rowling owns everything.
Chapter 1
Being a pure blood wasn't anything I held of value, both my parents have always taught me there are little differences between being a pure blood compared to being a halfbloood or Muggleborn.
I played with muggles from the village near my house when I was small, I had my first kiss with a Muggleborn boy in my 2nd year, my best friends, my neighbours, my whole world was full of all different blood status's. I just could not see what a lot of the pureblood houses saw when they saw Muggleborns and muggles. I couldn't fathom when I was younger and cannot still when I am older why blood status is a thing of importance when all these battles and war has been doing is hurting our wizardry colony as a whole.
My life has been ordinary and peaceful after the first war, we lived in our ancestral home near Pagford, I spent my childhood with both the magical creatures and muggle animals alike. Anything I found I adored it did not matter if it was a flobberworm, a gnome or a muggle stray cat I would take care of any creatures I came across.
It wasn't until I found the small tree full of bowtruckles, I was 4 at the time that I found my companion of many years and to this day, tricks.
He was a tiny little thing, smaller then the other bowtruckles and was the most temperamental, mischievous, jealous little creature I had ever met. Who took to me as much as I took to him, we never left each other's side from that day forth even when I went to Hogwarts I would keep him in my dorm room in Hufflepuff that we puffs called the badger sett. My roommates loved him and he loved the attention.
It was at this same age when the first war happened, I don't remember a lot but I do remember the fear and despair that was pungent in the air, and the way my mother would hold me extra tight at night whispering that she loved me more than anything and that her and father would protect me from everything and anything.
I later found out my parents where being hounded by who shall not be name to come to his side, but like the Greengrasses, the Abbotts and many other families my parents did not choose a side. It is something my mother used to say she regretted, I asked her why once when I had the courage as she always used to get this sad but vacant look in her eyes when she talked of the war.
She said they didn't choose a side as they didn't want to put me at risk, but she came to regret not helping the Muggleborns and the "blood traitors" as many of there friends and just people they knew in passing died as mother and father stood back and pretended that our life was perfect and ordinary in our own little bubble.
I remembered father sighing and pulling my mother in his arms and kissing her head and murmuring "life should not be spent looking at the regret of the past but looking at the future to right the mistakes".
I think that was part of the reason I could not sit back and let the second war destroy the lives of so many when I had the means to help. My name is Arabella Fawley and this is my tale of the second wizardary war and how I saved the lives of many with the help of the magical creatures I so adored.