Hello Lovely's!

I hope you all come to enjoy this story just as much as Aphrodite's Shattered time. This story came from one of my free writes while I had a case of writers block. I just needed to edit it and rework a few things to start this story. So enjoy!

Kasy:)

Over a Millennium ago when magic was fist created, so where the fates who watched at the generations of those who wielded the magical arts lived out their lives. They watched as countless have been prosecuted and hid their abilities. They watched as the Wizarding world turned to hiding from those born to the mundane. Building there world on the hate of those who casted them out. Until some couldn't stand the hiding; The Fates watched as Grindlewald spread chaos freely until he was taken down by one of the light. Even though the Fates couldn't interfere with the workings of magic except once, they chose to forgo the time of Grindlewald, seeing as there would come a time they will have to use their one chance to change things.

Soon they witnessed the beginning of the era of the Dark Lord. They watched as he charmed those to become his follower's and those who hadn't believed the same as many. Believing that change was needed to create a better world for those who where yet to come. But son, the blood of so many of the magical world was spilt. They watched as the School that many have learned to use and wield their magic being burned and shattered.

During that battle they chose to intervene as one of their children ran across the battle field dodging spell and casting her own. The witch in question they watched grow more then others, one because she showed great promise and the other because of who her bloodlines lay. It wasn't everyday they chose to watch one child over the many they watch come into their magic. They chose at the moment when the child ran in-between three spell converging at the point she met them.

Hermione ran, the air stinging her lungs as the battle for Hogwarts ragged around her. She sent defensive spells and offensive spells as she ran. She watched as Collin Crivy was dueling a Death Eater alone and felt the need to help him. He was just a year younger then she but she knew he hadn't the experience of dueling an older opponent. As she ran, she prayed to Merlin that she would make it to him before he became over whelmed by his opponent. Just as the killing curse hit Collin square in the chest she was hit with three spells at a convergence point.

She felt as though her body was being torn apart, as though the spells created their own poison that raced through her veins. She tried to push her body further towards the lifeless body of Collin, but she couldn't. The feeling causing black spots to appear in her vision and her body to feel heavy. Hermione watched as the joyful years passed by her blurred eyes. It was like she was watching a movie in reveres, when she rewind a VHS on the Tele when she was a child wanting to re-watch the movie again. She watched as she suffered over the last year, running from snatchers, Ron leaving her and Harry in a fit of rage, the beautiful wedding that Bill and Flora as the two danced and didn't pay attention to anyone but each other until the Death Eaters attacked. She watched as her years at Hogwarts passed as her vision faded further, it was becoming difficult to keep her eyes open. She could hear someone calling her name, telling her to keep her eyes open. The burning had reached her chest, it felt as if there was magma burning away everything in its wake. She soon saw the years she spent in her home outside of London center with her mum and dad. Those happier times where she didn't have to hide things that where happening in the wizarding world due to her being oblivious to the other world that co-existed with the mundane. She always looked to the future and focused on preparing for it, and now as she felt her last breath leave her body, she regretted that she always criticized those who lived life more then preparing for their future after school. She wished if she got a second chance at life she would live it as it was intended to be lived, to the fullest.

January 2nd, 1927, Greenwich London, Beckford Estate.

As the wind howled outside the Beckford Estate, with the worst snow storm that England has seen on record. Issac Beckford waited patently as he waited for the birth of his first child with his parents, his in-laws, his wife's brother and his wife. The Alchemist was prepared for many things, explaining the Alchemic equation to many of the amazing things that create alchemy, his mastery exam, marring his wife, and other things that made logical sense to him. But raising a child, that made no sense to him as he never thought of that happening to him. He was an only child and spent majority of his time in the Alchemist lab, potions lab or in the Estates Library. There where only a few times that he indulged himself in the pleasure of his wife. The marriage was an arranged one between his and her parents, as are many marriages between pure-blood families. He wasn't completely opposed to the idea of Marrying Emilia Prince the only daughter of the Prince family.

The witch was a beauty, with her long soft curly hair, her wide dark brown eyes, her petite frame made her look like a doll that one keeps in a china hutch. But Emilia was also strong willed and at the beginning of their courting, she was opposed to the union of there families. She hadn't like the idea of her life being dictated by her father, who was only looking to make alliances with another powerful family. Emilia found ways to make him uncomfortable at every chance she got.

Anything from talking about how Muggles have found a way to find the cause of death of a person with out magic, to asking him to take her to the muggle areas of London. But soon she quit fighting the arrangement and see him for who he was and not an arranged marriage that she had no control of. He allowed her to do as she pleased, which was learning to be a healer to occupy her time while he worked on Alchemy or a difficult equation. But now they where welcoming a baby boy or girl into their family. His parents where adamant that it was a boy and so where her parents seeing as both parents had boys first.

But like many pure-blood families, they waited till the birth to find out the babies gender. Many families believed that if they knew the child would be born with out magic, which logically didn't make any sense. But there in lies many strange customs and reason behind the custom that make no sense to those who actually sat and thought about it. Just like muggle-born witches and wizards stole another's magic to become a witch or wizard. It had no sound proof, but it was a bed-time story that parents told their children when they weren't behaving to make them behave.

As he passed the library where they sat waiting to hear from the house elf that was attending the healer who was delivering his child to come and tell them that the child was born. Emilia had gone into labor that morning and has been going through it ever since. From the yelling and screams coming from the bedroom they shared had any indication on how painful it was to have a child, Issac was planning to never do this to his wife again.

"Issac sweetie, please sit down. Your passing wont make the labor go by any faster." His mother spoke quietly.

"Sorry, I cant sit still at the moment." He responded waving his mother off.

"I never thought I would see the day that Issac Beckford the next famed Alchemist unable to sit still. I remember times where I would watch you sit for hours straight in the common room." Alexzander Prince laughed.

Issac and Alexzander or Lex had been both sorted into Slytherin when they first entered Hogwarts when they where eleven years old. Emilia was sorted into Ravenclaw a year later. But Lex had forced his way into being Issac's friend their first year, even though Issac wanted nothing to do with the over confidant boy that thought the quiet Beckford heir wanted to be his friend. Sure they grew into their friendship as they grew older, but Issac still thought that his brother in law was still a massive prick at time.

"Oh and I never thought I would see the Male Heir of the Prince line marry. I thought you be looking for the company of men then of the finer sex of woman." Issac snarked back.

"That's enough the both of you. Issac please due try to sit down, it worries your mother when your distressed." Issac's father stepped in.

"Unfortunately, until the screaming stops I wont be able to sit down father." He glared at the elder man.

Just as Lord Beckford was about the lecture his son on the respect that he was due for being the boys father and head of the family when they all heard a pop of the house elf. The turned to the small elf as she stood there.

'Fessa is heres to tells the Master that her Mistress has hads the child.' The elf bowed to the room before popping away from them.

Soon Issac found himself taking the stairs two at a time, heading to the Master's suit that he shared with his wife. Coming to a stop infront of the door, he waited a moment to gather him self to see the child. He could faintly hear his wife talking to the child softly. He gently opened the door and stepped in. The Healer stood from her task of gathering her things and smiled at him.

"Well Master Beckford, you are the father of a beautiful little girl." The healer spoke softly and finished gathering her things.

Issac never knew that the words 'Little girl' would cause him to become motionless. How would he raise a daughter? Many more questions raced through his mind as he stared at Emilia and the pink bundle that she healed against her.

"Sac, would you like to meet her?" Emilia asked with a tired smile.

Nodding his head, he stepped closer to the bed and gently sat down next to the two of them. He noticed that his daughter had the Prince Black hair on top of her small head. And when she opened her eyes, Issac was hooked. His daughter had the Beckford Teal/Green eyes that shown brightly in her eyes.

"Hello there little lov." He whispered as he touched her small fist.

"She needs a name Issac." Emilia laughed gently.

"How do you like Cardia Beckford. Emilia?" He looked over at Emilia.

"Issac, Emilia and Cardia Beckford? Hmm it has a nice flow to it. How about Cardia Lia Beckford?" She asked in agreement.

"I love it Lov. Our daughter will be as beautiful as her mother." He spoke kissing the temple of Emilia's head and then the top of his daughters.

Cardia Lia Beckford

Born to: Lord Issac and Lady Emilia Beckford

January 2nd 1927

At 9:10pm

Beckford Estate

Greenwich London.