Disclaimer: need I say anything? Seriously though, do I really have to
spend my precious time typing out a disclaimer? You guys (aka "the
reader") should know what's mine and what's JK's. Seriously, I don't think
I'm going to waste the time to type out what I own and what I don't. I
mean, it's just time to spend writing the actual story part. You don't
need to know that I own Andrew, Rose, Dr. Martin, and any other character
you don't recognize, and that JK owns Lily, Petunia, Vernon, Tom Riddle,
and whoever else she owns. Wait - I just said that I wasn't going to type
it all out, and yet I did. Okay, so I lied. So what? Sue me. (Not
seriously, I'm broke and can't even afford lunch, let alone a lawyer)
Andrew's mind was racing. How was he supposed to tell Rose? What would they do about it? Obviously Petunia was already jealous of Lily; wouldn't Petunia's being a Squib make her even more jealous? Should they have Lily tested to see if she was a Squib as well? If Lily weren't a Squib, what would they tell Petunia?
"Daddy, what's wrong?" Petunia asked as he fastened her into her carseat again.
"Nothing, sweetie. Daddy just got some very disappointing news," Andrew said, impulsively leaning down and kissing his daughter's forehead. She was going to be going through some tough times in her life, if they let her know that she was a Squib.
"I love you, Daddy," Petunia said.
"I love you too, sweetie."
"Andrew? Petunia? Is that you?" Rose asked anxiously, coming out of the kitchen. Lily followed her, holding Petunia's blanket.
"It's us," Andrew said wearily.
"Mummy! I got to play with a wand, but I couldn't make anything go boom," Petunia said, excited about the wand, but sounding disappointed when she told her mother about making things explode.
"Really, sweetie?" Rose said, her eyes on Andrew.
"Petunia, why don't you go upstairs with Lily and play," Andrew suggested. Petunia and Lily both took off up the stairs.
"Andrew? Is she?" Rose asked, a worried/frightened expression on her face.
"She's a Squib," Andrew confirmed. He watched his wife sadly.
Rose twisted away from her husband, crying. He wrapped his arms around her.
"It's all right, darling, we'll figure something out," he told her.
"What are we going to do?" Rose asked between sobs.
"I don't know yet," Andrew replied. "But we'll figure something out."
They ended up moving away from their cozy little home to a new part of town, called Godric's Hollow. It was a quieter town than their old one, and Rose thought that maybe it was more of a Muggle population, so that the girls would grow up around nonmagic people.
"Do you think they'll remember anything about magic?" Rose asked her husband in a whisper.
"I don't know," Andrew answered honestly. If they did, he didn't know what they'd do.
Rather than go back to the Ministry and see if Lily was a witch or not, they decided to just raise her as a Muggle, and if she got accepted to Hogwarts, she'd attend the school.
Andrew had taken a job as a teacher at the local secondary school, teaching mathematics. Rose had decided to stay at home with the girls, learning to get accustomed to living life as Muggles. It would be tough, she thought, but she knew she had to do it, or have her daughter suffer the pain of being completely different from her sister, mother, and her father.
"Are you all right?" Andrew asked Rose, coming up behind her where she stood on the stoop, watching the sun set behind the nearby trees.
Rose nodded, unable to speak. I don't know if I'll ever be all right, though, she thought.
"Lily and Petty are in their new rooms," he said, even though she hadn't asked where they were. "They're both amazed that they get their own rooms."
Rose laughed, a little bitterly.
"They liked sharing a room," she said, blinking back tears.
"Rose, there's nothing we can do about Petunia being a Squib," Andrew said desperately. "Please, just be happy that we have two healthy daughters!"
"I just wish they could be witches!" Rose said, starting to cry again. "I always pitied my best friends' sister. You know, Maybelle's sister. She was a Squib. But I never really thought about what she must've gone through, and what her parents must've gone through. But now I know!"
"Sweetheart, it's all right. We'll find a way to raise them. Maybe someday they'll invent something that can help Squibs. Maybe Petty'll be a witch someday," Andrew said, inventing as he went.
"You really think so?" Rose asked, readily accepting his theory.
"I really think so," Andrew confirmed.
Rose sighed. "I just don't want Petunia to feel like she's left out," she explained.
"I don't think Petunia will feel left out. I think she'll be one of the most popular girls in her school," Andrew predicted.
"That'd be nice, if they both were," Rose agreed.
Little did they know, their older daughter would not be one of the most popular girls at school. Lily would achieve this status, but her older sister would be classified as "the snob" and "Miss Perfect." Little did they know......
Andrew's mind was racing. How was he supposed to tell Rose? What would they do about it? Obviously Petunia was already jealous of Lily; wouldn't Petunia's being a Squib make her even more jealous? Should they have Lily tested to see if she was a Squib as well? If Lily weren't a Squib, what would they tell Petunia?
"Daddy, what's wrong?" Petunia asked as he fastened her into her carseat again.
"Nothing, sweetie. Daddy just got some very disappointing news," Andrew said, impulsively leaning down and kissing his daughter's forehead. She was going to be going through some tough times in her life, if they let her know that she was a Squib.
"I love you, Daddy," Petunia said.
"I love you too, sweetie."
"Andrew? Petunia? Is that you?" Rose asked anxiously, coming out of the kitchen. Lily followed her, holding Petunia's blanket.
"It's us," Andrew said wearily.
"Mummy! I got to play with a wand, but I couldn't make anything go boom," Petunia said, excited about the wand, but sounding disappointed when she told her mother about making things explode.
"Really, sweetie?" Rose said, her eyes on Andrew.
"Petunia, why don't you go upstairs with Lily and play," Andrew suggested. Petunia and Lily both took off up the stairs.
"Andrew? Is she?" Rose asked, a worried/frightened expression on her face.
"She's a Squib," Andrew confirmed. He watched his wife sadly.
Rose twisted away from her husband, crying. He wrapped his arms around her.
"It's all right, darling, we'll figure something out," he told her.
"What are we going to do?" Rose asked between sobs.
"I don't know yet," Andrew replied. "But we'll figure something out."
They ended up moving away from their cozy little home to a new part of town, called Godric's Hollow. It was a quieter town than their old one, and Rose thought that maybe it was more of a Muggle population, so that the girls would grow up around nonmagic people.
"Do you think they'll remember anything about magic?" Rose asked her husband in a whisper.
"I don't know," Andrew answered honestly. If they did, he didn't know what they'd do.
Rather than go back to the Ministry and see if Lily was a witch or not, they decided to just raise her as a Muggle, and if she got accepted to Hogwarts, she'd attend the school.
Andrew had taken a job as a teacher at the local secondary school, teaching mathematics. Rose had decided to stay at home with the girls, learning to get accustomed to living life as Muggles. It would be tough, she thought, but she knew she had to do it, or have her daughter suffer the pain of being completely different from her sister, mother, and her father.
"Are you all right?" Andrew asked Rose, coming up behind her where she stood on the stoop, watching the sun set behind the nearby trees.
Rose nodded, unable to speak. I don't know if I'll ever be all right, though, she thought.
"Lily and Petty are in their new rooms," he said, even though she hadn't asked where they were. "They're both amazed that they get their own rooms."
Rose laughed, a little bitterly.
"They liked sharing a room," she said, blinking back tears.
"Rose, there's nothing we can do about Petunia being a Squib," Andrew said desperately. "Please, just be happy that we have two healthy daughters!"
"I just wish they could be witches!" Rose said, starting to cry again. "I always pitied my best friends' sister. You know, Maybelle's sister. She was a Squib. But I never really thought about what she must've gone through, and what her parents must've gone through. But now I know!"
"Sweetheart, it's all right. We'll find a way to raise them. Maybe someday they'll invent something that can help Squibs. Maybe Petty'll be a witch someday," Andrew said, inventing as he went.
"You really think so?" Rose asked, readily accepting his theory.
"I really think so," Andrew confirmed.
Rose sighed. "I just don't want Petunia to feel like she's left out," she explained.
"I don't think Petunia will feel left out. I think she'll be one of the most popular girls in her school," Andrew predicted.
"That'd be nice, if they both were," Rose agreed.
Little did they know, their older daughter would not be one of the most popular girls at school. Lily would achieve this status, but her older sister would be classified as "the snob" and "Miss Perfect." Little did they know......