Chapter 1: Coincidences do not exist.

September 1981

In just one day, it is possible to change the world. In just one day, someone changed their whole world.

The Edenfalls never really question why they decided to move to Majorca that concrete day, and even if they did, they wouldn't have known. Something as simple as a hurried move could not be that important.

Maybe was the fact that their child was big enough to travel, or maybe was the insistence of Thomas Edenfall, who could not stop talking about Ireland not being safe enough for a little half-blood witch. The first magic war was in its worst times, and no one knew when it would extend till there.

The Endenfalls were fully aware about Spain's safety, which was one of the best in all Europe for wizards, and therefore, one of the better options to run away. Probably, that was because of their Magic Secret law, that was quite strict. Spanish wizards hide their condition so well they didn't even tell their kids until they assisted to Beauxbatons, magic academy due to location, or until children suffered magical outbursts too difficult to hide.

Hence, during a stormy summer ending night, the Edenfalls took their daughter and run away to Majorca, where they had already spent their honeymoon, and where they were supposed to live the rest of their lives. Maybe they didn't know why they chose to leave Ireland that day, but that spontaneous decision put lots of lives in danger.

What the Edenfalls considered an unresolved mystery, would have been a genuinely nice privilege for the Marshes. Certainly, it was way more pleasant moving without motive to a Mediterranean island than being forced to move to a little village in the interior of the country, even if it was semi-magic. The situation was quite complicated, and their runaway plan was set since the Dark Lord started to gain power.

Despite they were a family with a long linage of pure-bloods, or maybe because of that, the Death Eaters had a great interest in the five children of Marie Marsh, and lots of plans for her two little nieces.

The Marshes tried as hard as they could to extend their time before leaving the country, trying unsuccessfully to hold their jobs at the English Magic Ministry.

We could call it destiny, or maybe it was just a coincidence, but the Marshes, pressured by the Death Eaters, left England the same night the Edenfalls moved to Majorca. And, just to continue reporting coincidences, the Edenfalls or even the Marshes were the only families that established themselves in Spain that night.

The Diggories had never thought they would spend their last trip of the summer in the same place they will end up living. It is not usual, even in wizards' world, to find the perfect house on sale the same night you were about to leave your vacation village. Amy and Kenneth Diggory didn't have the time to think about the low price of that lovely house. That was not the perfect night to return to London anyway, especially if it was flying like muggles used to do, so the Diggories came back to unpack, and that night they slept listening to the rain in the windows, and the crying of their baby when she happened to hear the thunders.

They couldn't even imagine that, a couple cobblestone streets below, on the outsides of the villages, another wizard family was settling in their new home, yet the adrenaline running though their bodies, and the faces of the Death Eaters roaming around their minds.

If coincidences do not exist, what other thing could made those three kids to find each other thirteen years from that stormy night?

June 1994

The beach was almost desert. There were only a group of towels on the sand apart from theirs, and the sun was already hiding behind the sea.

Andrea Diggory was enjoying the last minutes of light, oblivious to the fuss her siblings were causing, while she let the smooth breeze swing her shoulder-length blonde hair.

— Enough beach for today —said his father's voice behind her, making Axel and Anne complain—. Start picking your stuff, we're going back to the hotel.

Andrea woke up of her daydream, got up with a jump and started collecting all her things, quickly. She wasn't happy at all about going back to the tiny hotel they were staying in, but she knew that, as soon as those vacation were over, they would fly straight to London. If she needed to sacrifice her beach time for that, she would. Even when she liked it that much.

Usually, London was the first stop in every summer holidays, but, unluckily to Andrea, Axel had started the year before in a French academy, and their parents had decided to start the summer with more intimate vacations. That meant to postpone London. Nonsense, if you asked her.

She wasn't a big fan of that French academy, that accepted even her brother but not her. It was quite hard to accept that idea of Axel going to that fancy school, so Andrea passed the year waiting for the time to travel to London. She was sure that, the moment she hugged her cousin, every piece of bad humour she had would fly away from her, and nothing would be able to annoy her anymore.

After dinner, as they went up to the bedrooms, Andrea was planning every single thing she would tell her cousin when she had the chance, mentally crossing everything she had already told him by letter. It was hard, maybe because it was the only thing she was thinking about lately.

Andrea shacked her head, nervously. She had been noticing the whole day this tickling-tilling feeling in her hands, like if she was going to explode at any minute. She needed to calm down a little bit.

She smiled as she opened awkwardly the door of the room she shared with her siblings and leaned over her bed.

Her cousin, Cedric, could be older than her, but Andrea never thought about that as a problem. They got along too well. She had admired him since they were just little kids, and it seemed like, as they grow up, the admiration grew up too. Cedric, at almost seventeen years old, attended to a good school in Scotland, fulfilled all his responsibilities, practised sports, had excellent grades and still had time to dedicate to her siblings and her.

More often than she would like to admit, Andrea was afraid of forgetting him, and finding herself hugging an unknow person at Christmas who claimed to be her cousin.

That night, while her siblings were sleeping, Andrea called to her mind the slender figure of his cousin before she fell asleep, exhausted.

A little bit after midnight, a loud noise woke her and everyone in the room up. While Andrea was raising herself up, she had no clue about the image she would see when she opened her eyes. An image that she would never forget.

The shape of Cedrid Diggory was standing up just in front of her, among a cloud of dust that he seemed to had originated.

Nora was starting to get irritated. She couldn't stop thinking about the recital she had the following day, and her lack of patience did not work in her favour.

All her nerves were pouring into the living room as her fingers ran nimbly along the black and white keys, releasing the notes of the melody she had been practicing for months. She felt electric, full of energy.

Her father and her mother walked around, setting the table even when it was a couple of hours left before dinner. They moved agitatedly, and occasionally stopped to watch Nora as she played, with worried expressions in their faces she would have happily draw at any other time.

A musical note out of time, an annoyed sigh, and the music started again.

It was not her first recital, it was not even the first concert in which her piano would be the protagonist. But this time, Nora was betting a lot. Her music academy teacher had been insisting all summer on the importance of making a good impression on the conservatory scout who would come to sign the best students in the entire academy to the best conservatory on the entire island. And she wanted to make that jump in her little and short musical career. She needed to know that her effort was being worth it.

Perhaps, if she had not been so nervous, she might have realized that that morning she had woke up with way lighter hair than usual. Practically blonde.

Nora had light brown hair, but it hadn't always been that way. Her parents used to tell her that, when she was very young, her hair used to change color often, and that it grew very fast. Nora had always imagined that they would be referring to the effects of light, because her parents were never able to talk to her about the metamorphomagic that seemed to disappeared without a trace the day they moved to Majorca. To be fair, Nora had never asked them that either.

Completely unexpectedly, and sounding far below the noise of the piano strings, someone knocked on the door. Automatically, Nora stop playing. Mrs. Edenfall gave her husband, who was serving water at the table, a worried look and then she looked again at the dinner she was still cooking. They knocked on the door again, and seeing that neither her father or mother reacted, Nora stand up. Maybe it was some neighbor asking for salt, or maybe the postman with a package. As soon as her father noticed that Nora was about to open the door, he left the water jug on the tablecloth and hurried to open it himself.

The smiling face of a boy of about fifteen or sixteen waited behind the door. He reached out to Mr. Edenfall, and waited for him to shake his hand, while introducing himself with a proper British English.

Nora, from the living room, frowned slightly at him, and her mother noticed how the blond tone of her hair began to turn into red. Instinctively, she called out her daughter's name, and asked her to help her with dinner. Nora had to follow her mother, and let the strange English young boy at the door continue talking to her father without her hearing what they were saying. By the time she reached the kitchen, her heart was pounding so hard it seemed like it was going to leap from her chest for, apparently, no reason.

The Marshes house was known to be, without a doubt, the largest house in the whole village. However, everyone understood why it had such a big size. After all, what can you expect from a place that comes to house twenty people at the same time?

Lately, the house was looking lonelier than ever. The sons and daughters of Marie Marsh, the owner, worked outside most of the day, so it had never been too common for the house to be full, but when they returned at dinner, a small herd of eight cousins welcomed them between hugs, and at the large dining room table was always full of stories of the day.

Back then, Marie Marsh couldn't complain about anything. Her eight grandchildren grew up healthy under her care, living as siblings, and all her children had very prestigious jobs. But, as the years passed, and as expected, the children grew up and it was their turn to leave to Beauxbatons. A year after the oldest, Ellie, turned ten, everyone expected Sophia to be the next to pack. Everyone except Marie.

Marie had noticed long ago that Sophia was not like her other grandchildren. Although, like most of them, she had curly dark hair and pale skin, she had never had any outburst of magic, not even a tiny thing. But that was not all. Sophia, unlike all the other Marsh, did not have green eyes. At least not completely. That, and nothing else, was what made her grandmother doubt. But it was quite enough motive.

Over several generations, very few Marsh children had been born without their classic green eyes, but all of those had turned out to be squibs. But in Sophia's eyes, brown and green seemed to be involved in constant fight. Perhaps that was why Sophia continued studying at her muggle school that year. And so the next one, and the next one...

That way, Sophia Marsh became the second daughter of a wizarding family in the village not to attend a magic school. Sophia seemed to be already used to it, and she spent the days apparently calm, living like any other muggle in town, waiting for the arrival of summer to reunite with her cousins, writing thousands of letters a day and making sure everything was just how it was supposed to be.

That night, after dinner, all the cousins stayed up in the living room, exchanging anecdotes about their school year, taking care of their words to simulate that Beauxbatons was nothing more than an ordinary school. As the hours went by, the little ones fell exhausted, and Ellie declared that it was time for everyone to go to sleep. Within minutes, even Ellie and Sophia had fallen into a heavy sleep.

Nevertheless, Sophia's dream was interrupted later by an annoying tapping on the window of the two cousins' room. Sophia turned around and tried to ignore it covering her head with the pillow uselessly. She imagined it would be just the sound of the rain, even if it was early June. Despite her efforts to follow her cousin's example and sleep, she was not able anymore.

After realizing it wasn't the rain what she was hearing, she leaned out the window to yell a few things at the heartless person who had interrupted her sleep. She opened the window quickly, and a tiny stone hit her on the forehead. Sophia was not prepared to meet someone who was her same height, since her room was on the second floor of the house. She frowned, and when she shifted her gaze to the stranger's feet, she unconsciously let out an exclamation of surprise.

That boy was flying on a broom.