Aunt Olivia reminded me so very much of Petunia these days. Much like her husband Peter she was self-obsessed, only concerned with material possessions and how other people viewed her and their family. She looked down on the small cottage we lived in and even argued with Papa about how it was ridiculous for us to live in such a small home when he could afford more. Papa simply argued back on how there was only the two of them. We hadn't seen her or her family much more after that except on holidays.

It was years later after the birth of Sarah, my little cousin that I had the chance to grow close with Jakob. Though he was older than me by nearly 10 years. He quickly became as overprotective of me as he was of her.

"I wish we lived here with you and Uncle Peter."

"Sarah." Jakob said as we sat in my room. It had become a regular thing for them to stay with us during the summer holidays.

"Don't tell, but so do I? I think it would be great to have a little sister" I looked at Jakob "and a big brother."

"Go Sarah!" I said watching her have fun. They would be leaving back to go back home in Sweden tomorrow.

"I'm bad. I'm bad. You know!" she sang and danced around the room as I laughed.

"Woo!"

"You know I'm bad. I'm bad, come on. Come on Donna, join me." She said still dancing.

"What's with the noise?" Jakob walked into my room and saw Sarah and laughed.

"Come on Jakob!"

"Ah, I don't know." He turned back around going to leave before quickly looking back over his shoulder. "Maybe just one." He said before moonwalking to us, sending us both into a fit of laughter. He moved to my music player. "Jackson family night?"

"Yea!/ Duh!" He nodded and changed the song.

He gave us a look all the while smiling before spinning and doing the signature MJ hip thrust and "Woo-hoo!"

"AHHHAHA!" Sarah and I fell back on the bed laughing.

"I took my baby on a Saturday bang.

Boy is that girl with you?

Yes we're one and the same

Now I believe in miracles

And a miracle has happened tonight

But, if you're thinkin' about my baby

It don't matter if you're black or white"

He sang danced around goofily. When the end of the song came I put one on for the three of us, Michael and Janet Jackson's Scream. We spent the rest of the night singing and dancing around, even Papa joining in for a few songs.

"Grandpa!" I rushed to him as he exited the large car.

"This young lady can't possibly be my little summer fae. Could it?"

"Of course its me."

"Well are you ready to go? We have quite the drive."

"Where will we be staying?" I ask him as this is the first time I would be going with him and knowing that he primarily lives in Italy.

"My old winter home. It had been in your grandmother's family since her own grandfather was a boy, younger than you, if I remember correctly. It's located just outside of Morgongava. Your mother loved it there especially when the snow fell. I've started having it remodeled though I will be leaving that old world charm it has. "

"Wow. It's so pretty here Papa."

"Yes, it is." He told me holding tightly to my hand. "You know, that spot down there is where your mother and I had our first date." He had a far off look in his eyes. "She was so beautiful. You have her hair though a bit darker. Its a mix of her bright copper red and with just a hint of my brown. Those emerald green eyes though are your grandmother's though. I think that is why Se- Grandpa Sergio has started coming around so much more."

"Why don't you and Grandpa like each other?" He lets out a self-depreciating laugh.

"You've noticed that, hmm?" He sighs. "Your grandfather, he had a whole life planned for your mother. She would finish medical school, with top scores of course. She would return to Italy for her residency and in that time meet a wealthy Italian man that would provide her a life of luxury a common man could not. The truth is your mother never wanted to go to medical school. All Dahlia wanted was to have a family and live a simple life. Yes, your mother enjoyed the finer things life had to offer but she knew it was not necessary to have them. She once told me 'Phillip there is a time to sit back enjoying the caviar and yacht parties but its not when you should be raising your own child."

"So Martin?" I paused momentarily when Papa spoke before continuing to serve food to his plate.

"What about him?"

"Bella-Donna." Papa's tone was enough of a hint not to avoid the conversation.

"We're dating."

"Since?" I lick my lips before moving to my own chair across from him.

"A few months now."

"Months?" Papa's lips thin. "Why did you not mention your relationship with each other had changed?"

"It. Its the first time I've felt like this." In truth it was the first time she had felt anything like it since Cedric's death. The green eyed dirty blonde haired boy had been her first crush and kiss last time around. What she felt for Martin however surpassed anything she had felt for Cedric. "He's different. Papa when I am with him I cannot stop smiling. We argue at times and we don't agree on everything but Papa at the end of the day I cannot imagine the next without him there in some way."

She had once thought that Cedric could be her match both in temperament and magic, only to learn he had found that in Cho Chang after she caught him cheating on her. Gringotts had offered her the test to find her match when she was first hired by them and she jumped on the chance only to learn she had their names been there would have had two matches. She had researched for months for a reason only to believe that perhaps they were not yet born or had not reached their magical maturity. Now though she knew it was because Martin was here in a completely different world. Though there were times she couldn't help but wonder if Martin was here was her other match also?

"Are you sure about Martin and I going on a road trip for the summer hols before I leave for university, Papa?"

"Yes, darling. I think it will be good for the two of you and despite how I wish I could keep you as my little girl forever, you are nearly a woman grown." He sighs and reaches a hand out petting my head as I lean against him. "I also trust Martin to keep you safe."

"I don't need someone to protect me, Papa."

"I know. I know. My daughter is a beautiful, independent, strong little warrior who's just a little too headstrong."

"Hey! Watch it, mister!" We laugh before settling down and focusing back on the movie.