AN:
Timeline: October 2004
The youngest stream of children leaving school squealed excitedly as the first drops of the unexpected cold October rain landed on their windcheaters. Parents quickly disconnected their phones, either trying to get into taxis or taking shade at the nearest available place. The crowd gradually swelled, with the occasional cars and taxis taking in a few passengers eventually becoming less frequent as the rain intensified.
Ginny sipped her hot tea as she ran her hand on her stomach. She quickly stepped back from the window as she wiped her shirt clean. It was one of the last clothes available that still fit Ginny.
Ginny had cried for hours straight when she realized that the only clothes that still fit her were Harry's. Harry tried unsuccessfully to calm her down, starting his usual pep-talks detailing how brave and strong Ginny was. This only intensified her outburst.
Harry looked at Daisy desperately, as she was just about to step outside to play. The older kids sometimes let the younger kids join in and Daisy was hoping to get picked that day. She looked at the sobbing Ginny, something which she did frequently since Harry and she got married.
Harry said that Ginny had a baby inside her and sometimes Ginny cried because of that. Daisy hadn't quite understood it when Mrs. Weasley had tried to explain it to her. But Daisy wished she'd asked more. She wanted to know how the baby got in there. But the question which she really wanted to ask, which her best friend Vanessa had advised her against asking, was left unsaid. She wanted to know what it meant to have a new baby in the house when it came to her. She had nodded and smiled as the sea of red-heads in the room praised her for being mature and clever. If only she'd known how confusing the next few months would be...
That was the first time Ginny had seen Daisy roll her eyes. Her adorable flower girl who had spend a good part of the pregnancy baking brownies with Harry and her had just rolled her eyes at them. Ginny wondered if she would've found it funny if she weren't pregnant. Daisy closed the door behind her and stood wordlessly next to Ginny and Harry. Harry beamed as he looked at Ginny again, resuming his pep-talk. But Ginny's attention was elsewhere. She didn't care anymore about not fitting into her new clothes. Being a former chaser for Hollyhead Harpies, Ginny knew what she needed to do to get back into shape.
"Do you wanna go out and play, love?" Ginny asked, over Harry's monologue.
Daisy, who'd been ideally staring out the window, quickly snapped to attention. She then slowly looked at Harry and then back at Ginny before shaking her head.
"It's OK if you do." Ginny pressed, cupping Daisy's face. Daisy slowly shook her head again. Daisy could only think about how much trouble she got into the last few months for "upsetting" Ginny. Be it the Lego piece Ginny accidentally stepped on or talking way too loudly on the phone when Ginny was busy throwing up, Daisy just couldn't catch a break. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to say.
"How about we get some sweets?" Ginny asked, as she rose to her feet. Daisy shook her head again, longingly looking at the door.
"If it's alright..." Daisy said hesitantly. "If it's not too much of a bother and.. only if you're feeling better and you don't think you'll cry for a few hours... I want to go downstairs to play. I promise I will come straight home after..."
Ginny smiled and nodded. Daisy flew out of the door before Harry could protest.
Ginny checked the stove and the oven, making sure they were off. Ginny didn't think she would, but she liked taking it slow. She liked leading the muggle life where making a cup of tea needed a week and organizing the cabinets was a lifelong chore.
It was a bright sunny morning in the end of March when Ginny realized that she was late. She was getting ready for the Hollyhead Harpies tour of Netherlands and had suddenly realized that she'd missed her period in February. The young couple had decided to defer their honeymoon till Daisy was a little older and had spent a good part of the last few weeks at home. Ginny had to start touring soon. So it made sense for her to take it easy for a while.
Ginny slowly sat on the bed, her world spinning a bit. She'd just signed on a three year contract with the Harpies. Harry had recently been promoted to the Red Aurors, a special team of Aurors who worked directly with the Minister of Magic. Their work kept them busy but they'd worked out a perfect schedule with various members of their friends and family pitching in as needed.
Besides, Harry and she had been careful. Very very careful. They knew it would take a while for Daisy to adjust to Ginny being around more. A new baby would have complicated matters. It was a simple spell. And the choice would be hers. If she knew, then she could talk it out with Harry.
"You ready?" Harry said, as Daisy and he carried in heaps of clean laundry.
Daisy watched as the clothes stacked themselves neatly into Ginny's suitcases. Ginny looked at Harry, her expression terrified.
"Daze..." Harry sad slowly, as he tried to communicate wordlessly with Ginny. "Why don't you start on those sandwiches? Remember, no knives."
Daisy nodded as she sprinted out of the room.
Ginny smiled, wondering if Daisy would ever just walk.
"Harry..." Ginny said, as Harry closed the door. "In about five seconds, we're going to have to make some pretty big decisions."
Ginny admired the papermache heart Daisy and Harry had made for her a couple of years ago. It had sort of become a good luck charm for Ginny. She had it in her pocket when they won the regional last year. She had it in her pocket when they defeated the French home team a few months ago, the result of which was the three year contract. Her team had wanted to take it when Ginny had announced her intention to officially retire from Quidditch, but Ginny couldn't bear to part with it. A few weeks later, Ginny started working part-time for the Daily Prophet, mostly writing from home. She wanted to spend time with Daisy. She wanted to bond with her. Daisy was so used to being the Harry's one and only, Ginny wondered if it was just in her imagination when she thought Daisy was becoming withdrawn.
Harry paced the house nervously, while Ginny continued making calls.
"No, it's OK Vivian..." Harry heard Ginny say, as she shook her head to him. "Let me know if Vanessa or Valerie for that matter, hear from her."
Harry grabbed his keys, ready to drive around the neighborhood. Ginny tried the spell again, but shook her head grimly when it didn't work.
Harry was ready to leave when they heard a small knock on the door before small hands opened it. Daisy beamed as she entered. Harry was seething by then. Ginny wanted to step forward and take charge. But she'd been so worried that she couldn't hold herself back.
"Where HAVE you been Daisy Potter?" Ginny said, angrily, her robes flailing as she walked. "We've been worried sick! We called everybody and they were all home ages ago. We were going to call the police! You know you're not supposed to leave the doorman's sight."
"Toby told me you came looking for me..." Daisy said, still smiling. "So we were playing..."
"DID YOU HEAR WHAT GINNY SAID?" Harry yelled, wiping the smile off Daisy's face. She looked at Ginny, hoping for a rescue. Ginny simply squeezed Harry's hand.
Harry relaxed himself before speaking again. Ginny let Harry's hand go when she realized Daisy had been staring.
"You know the rules are for your own good." Harry said, getting to his knees. Daisy stepped back a little, but Harry didn't seem to have noticed.
"Toby is in-charge when you guys are playing downstairs." Harry continued, as Ginny clutched his shoulders. "You can't just disappear. We've to know where you are until you're old enough. Furthermore..."
Daisy nodded, looking at her shoes, as Harry went on. Ginny watched as Daisy nodded a few more times, not looking up at Harry.
Ginny gently lifted the foil wrapping around the roast duck which Mrs. Nottingham had given Ginny. Mrs. Nottingham's roast duck was Daisy's favorite. But unfortunately, Mrs. Nottingham had a bout of asthma the night before Daisy's 6th birthday. They'd spent the next few days in the hospital, celebrating Daisy's birthday at the hospital cafeteria. Daisy had insisted on staying till Mrs. Nottingham woke up, being the first one ready to go to the hospital and the last one to leave when the angry nurses reminded them about visiting privileges.
Mrs. Nottingham had woken up at dawn that cold October morning to have the duck ready by the time Daisy got home from school. Ginny was careful to keep the duck sealed. She wanted it to be a happily looked at the truffle cake she had had delivered. She opened the fridge and touched the cold cans of ginger-ale, still smiling widely. It was when she thought that the smell of the honey chilli roast duck was spreading in the kitchen a few moments later, did Ginny realize with a start about what she had forgotten.
Ginny couldn't disapparate. It was too late for that anyway. She looked nervously at the wall clock and jumped when Harry appeared in the living room with a small pop.
"You're early!" Ginny exclaimed.
"Where is..." Harry started but was interrupted by knocking and the main door opening.
"Oh.." Daisy said, a small frown on her face. "You're both here..." Daisy looked at Ginny and Harry for a few more seconds before closing the door behind her.
"I'm so sorry!" Ginny started, as Daisy took off her backpack. "Mrs. Nottingham gave me roast duck! I was so excited. I came up to put it on the counter and then had an idea. I ordered truffle cake! You're favorite Daisy. And then I made tea while I waited... And I... And I'm so sorry.. I forgot to pick you up from school..."
Harry quietly watched the exchange and then looked at Daisy meaningfully. He could tell that Daisy was having a hard time adjusting to Ginny and the baby. He knew that the talk the Weasley's had with Daisy was rather ineffective. But he also knew that Daisy would have to get past this herself. Harry blamed himself for being too lenient with her. He wasn't able to establish boundaries and didn't stop Daisy's growing possessiveness. A lot of things happened too quickly for a 6 year old to process. The Potters extended family suddenly had too many new additions.
Though the newlyweds had been careful around Daisy, wanting to use the time to bond as a family, Harry had noticed the first time Daisy didn't giggle when she caught Harry and Ginny kissing. She'd instead averted her eyes and then had started waiting for permission to enter Harry's bedroom. Slowly, Daisy had started spending more time at her friends Vanessa's or Cookie's house, usually only available on school night dinners. Even when Daisy was home, she'd be glued to the phone having hushed conversations.
When Ginny had expressed concern, Harry over reacted and forced Daisy to spend alternate weekends at home. In retrospect, he regretted it. Daisy became quiet and spent most of her time on the home computer in the living room. She'd pop on her headphones and be lost to the world. She stopped calling her friends on the phone, effectively cutting Harry and Ginny from her school world. They'd get stray comments from her teachers here and there. But that stopped too. Harry had wanted to talk to her about it. But Ginny asked Harry to give it time. Pretty soon, Daisy only participated in forced conversations, choosing instead to study all the time. It seemed that Daisy knew Harry and Ginny would leave her alone if she just said she was doing stuff for school.
"Mrs. Nottingham?" Daisy said, as she walked into the kitchen smelling the duck. "I knocked at her door on the way up. She didn't answer. When did you see her? Has she been going to the doctor?"
"I don't know..." Ginny said, frowning. "An hour at most? Wh..."
"Daisy..." Harry said, interjecting. "Why don't we all have Mrs. Nottingham's roast duck? We need to talk about some things..."
Daisy nodded as she took her seat on the small round dining table. Ginny took her place, her eyes glued to Harry. Harry slowly nodded and Ginny had a look of shock of realization on her face. Daisy cut herself a slice of cake as Harry took out the carving knives.
"So I was thinking..." Daisy said, her voice too rushed to be hesitant, as she accepted the duck leg. "If it's alright... I mean I know you guys are trying your best... But with the baby coming and Ginny.. Well, I was wondering if I could go to school and come back with Vanessa. She has a driver taking her anyway and her mom said it would be OK..."
Daisy waited for Harry and Ginny to answer. She wondered why she was even asking. It was not like Harry was her dad. Harry and she were brother and sister. And that made them equals like Valerie and Vanessa were. But she knew they'd fuss. Or atleast she thought they might...
Harry nodded.
"I will talk to Vanessa's mom too." Harry said, as he watched Daisy scarf down the roast duck happily. He gently held Daisy's hand before continuing. Ginny and Harry hadn't touched their food.
"Can we talk a bit about Mrs. Nottingham?" Harry said, his voice somber.
-X-X-
Daisy stuck her nose to the glass with ICU written boldly across it, her breath fogging her vision. She'd already thrown up twice on the way to the King James Hospital. She caught a glimpse of Mrs. Nottingham as the door to her room opened for a bit, her empty stomach churning at the sight.. Though Daisy quickly wiped the glass, hoping to see Mrs. Nottingham better, the fuzzy picture of her favorite baby-sitter with tubes and wires poking into her body was too much for Daisy. She hugged Ginny tightly, who looked at Harry with a grim expression.
The doctors had told them during Mrs. Nottingham's last hospitalization that her lungs were too weak to sustain her. They told Harry that she probably wouldn't last the night. But Mrs. Nottingham was a strong old bat. She held on that night. Ginny and Harry were relieved when she made it the next night too. And which each passing night, the sense of dread loosened a little around Harry and Ginny. They'd decided to talk about age and death to Daisy. On Mrs. Nottingham's suggestion, they agreed to wait till she was back from the hospital and was doing better on her own. That time came soon enough. The roast duck was supposed to be a sign of Mrs. Nottingham getting better. It was supposed to be a sign that Mrs. Nottingham could help prepare Daisy for the inevitable.
"Can we.. see her?" Daisy asked, her voice shaking.
"Not yet, love." Ginny said, kissing the top of Daisy's head. She looked at Harry, who slowly nodded. They all sat down in the waiting area, Daisy still clinging onto Ginny. Harry slowly steered Daisy to himself and felt her familiar pressure when she clung onto him. Had it really been 6 months since Daisy clung onto him like that?
"Do you remember when we spoke about Mom and Dad?" Harry said, in a low voice as he tightened his grip on Daisy. He felt Daisy slowly nod in response.
"Do you remember what I said about death?" Harry continued. "Do you remember when I said that sometimes when a body is no longer able to live, the soul leaves the body and watches over their loved ones. Like Mom and Dad watching over us?"
Daisy nodded again.
"Well.." Harry said, slowly pushing Daisy upright. "When people become old, their bodies starts getting weaker. But their souls remain strong. It's like taking off old clothes. Mrs. Nottingham is gonna watch over us soon like Mom and Dad. Or maybe she will pull through and we will all have roast duck together. We can never know. But the most important thing is to not be afraid of death. Do you understand?"
Daisy looked at Harry, opening and closing her lips a few times as though trying to say something.
"Mr. Potter?" A gangly curly haired blonde man in khaki pants and a lab coat asked from next to Harry.
Harry nodded as Daisy slid to the ground and got to her feet. The doctor smiled at Daisy before asking Harry to come aside. Daisy watched as Harry listened to the doctor, with a serious expression on his face. Ginny found Daisy's hand and quickly walked over to Harry once the doctor left. Daisy held onto Ginny's hand as hard as she could. She was suddenly afraid that Mrs. Nottingham was going to go be with her mother. She didn't want that.
"We can see her for a bit.. "Harry said, looking at Daisy. "But just for a bit. We've to come out when I say so. Agreed?"
Harry didn't wait for Daisy to reply and steered his family into the cold, unwelcoming ICU.
Daisy had an impression that they were inside one of those scary video-games the older kids talked about. Mrs. Nottingham had looked like she was slowly being eaten away by the wildly beeping machines. Daisy was glad that the machines were no longer poking into her. She watched quietly as Ginny and Harry slowly whispered to Mrs. Nottingham.
Daisy moved closer when she thought she heard Mrs. Nottingham's croaky laugh.
The bright light of the ICU illuminated all aspects of Mrs. Nottingham. Daisy ran her hand slowly on the wrinkles of Mrs. Nottingham's hand. She liked telling Mrs. Nottingham how many new wrinkles she had acquired. Mrs. Nottingham just enjoyed the peace of a five year old trying to figure out what comes after 10.
"How many is that, now?" Mrs. Nottingham said, her voice barely a whisper. But somehow, she didn't seem scary. Her usually bunned hair was a open cluster of silver-gray bunches. Her eyes looked sunken and her breath smelled of rot. But somehow Mrs. Nottingham looked better than Daisy could remember. She looked suddenly like the lady who would chase Daisy around the house when she was being rowdy. Mrs. Nottingham slowly held Daisy's hand. Daisy was surprised as to how cold they were.
"It's OK, child." Mrs. Nottingham said, smiling softly. "I'm going to be fine. And I'm going to watch over you. Just like your mommy and daddy."
Daisy still didn't talk. Her mind was blank but for one question. And she knew she had very little time to get the answer.
"How can I call you?" Daisy blurted out. "When you reach where you are going and get a new phone, how will you call me? Do you have Vanessa's number? You can call her and leave your number with her. Or... Or maybe you can tell the ghosts at Hogwarts your number?"
Harry and Ginny looked at each other, Harry ready to take Daisy out of the room. Mrs. Nottingham had become eerily still.
"Whenever you think of me..." Mrs. Nottingham said, her voice barely audible, her eyes closed. "Just close your eyes. And you'll know what you need to do."
"If you can gimme your number, I can talk to Mom and Dad, can't I?" Daisy pressed on. She waited for Mrs. Nottingham to reply. Harry held Daisy's hand which was about to try and rouse Mrs. Nottingham awake. Daisy brushed Harry's hand off, her eyes clouding. She had to talk to Mrs. Nottingham. She didn't answer her question.
"No.." Daisy said, as Harry tried to lift her. She scuttled around the room, trying to reach Mrs. Nottingham.
But it was the gentlest pressure from dainty hands which calmed Daisy down. Ginny was looking at Daisy, as though for the first time.
How could I not see this... Ginny wondered, as she slowly wiped the tears from Daisy's cheek and held out her hand. Daisy took it and wordlessly followed Ginny out of the ICU.
They waited again for Harry to talk to the doctors. Daisy sobbed quietly and Ginny periodically wiped the tears from her cheeks. Ginny had always been staunch against exposing Daisy to things too soon. But Harry wanted to toughen her up. He didn't want to protect her from the world the way a lot of people in his life had tried to do. Harry had decided that he would have been better off knowing everything from the beginning. It would have given him time to prepare. But he didn't know the extent of how much of his life had already been decided a lot later. He wanted Daisy to be able to process and understand things for herself. But Ginny kept putting her foot down.
She is not the Chosen One! Ginny often said, her voice belligerent.
Ginny did agree that Daisy processed things a lot faster and in a very mature way when compared to kids her own age. Ginny reluctantly agreed when Harry said that it was because of his parenting style. Ginny, who always prided herself in being level headed and rational, missed out the most obvious explanation behind Daisy's maturity. They left the hospital together, Ginny deep in thought.
-X-X-
Daisy had finally managed to sleep, Harry insisting she take a calming drought. Ginny stayed in the living room while the siblings argued over sleep time. She rubbed her stomach once more, calming the baby who had kicked a few times.
"Honestly.." Harry said, as he rubbed his temples emerging from Daisy's room. "How hard is it to just do it rather than draw it out with an argument?"
Ginny bit her lip, wondering how to approach the subject. Harry had always been a tad bit touchy about Daisy.
Daisy has grown up to be so eloquent. Ginny thought, as she recalled meeting Vanessa and her family a while back and sort of understood that it was due to Vanessa's influence. Vanessa belonged to a family of scholars with both her parents having advanced PhDs in neurobiology and her 7yr old sister, Valerie, was reading at a middle school level. Not one to be left behind, Vanessa had already mastered the social graces while being a bright and inquisitive student. Vanessa had rubbed off on Daisy in a major way. The two were inseparable at school. And until a certain incident, would spend hours talking on the phone after school. Vanessa had been a calming influence on Daisy, teaching her to discuss her problems rather than shout about it. And Daisy had been following it to a tee while Harry remained oblivious. He chalked it out to the special magic he believes Daisy holds. But Ginny knew it was Vanessa. And tonight Ginny was going to need all her tact.
"You know when I argued against letting Daisy see Mrs. Nottingham like that..." Ginny said, as she stretched her legs on the couch. "Remind me why I lost that one?"
"Because we didn't want Daisy to miss out on saying goodbye." Harry replied, as he took Ginny's feet on his lap. He gently massaged her swollen toes.
Ginny relaxed for a moment before speaking.
"Harry.." Ginny started tentatively. "I need.. We should..." Ginny sighed before proceeding.
"Harry." Ginny said, her eyes still closed and her mind focused on the massage. "When Daisy said she wanted to phone Mrs. Nottingham, what do you think she meant?"
Harry frowned but didn't reply immediately.
"I wish she could call her, you know?" Harry replied, as he started on Ginny's ankles. "I would love to... you know... just talk to her. She really looked out for us, Gin. God! I'm going to miss her."
Ginny smiled and nodded.
"She lead a grand old life." Ginny continued, thinking back to the time she spent with Mrs. Nottingham. "Sneaked into a war. Traveled without a penny in her pocket. Married the great love of her life. And just when she thought she was going to die quietly, you guys moved upstairs. She adored you guys as though you guys were her own. You infused life in her. You made her life the best adventure she ever had."
Harry glumly nodded, his mind on the roast duck. He was never going to get that savory scent again. Harry had tried so many times, Mrs. Nottingham trying to encourage him throughout. But the Potters agreed that Harry should stick to the basics.
"I'm going to figure out how to roast the perfect duck." Harry said after a while. "Our kid is going to grow up knowing the scent of Mrs. Nottingham's famous honey chilli roast duck, dammit. And it is going to be perfect."
"And what if he doesn't like duck?" Ginny asked, steering the conversation.
"He is going to love it!" Harry responded confidently.
"But what if..." Ginny continued. "What if he doesn't? What if he can't stand the smell? Will you still make it?"
Harry frowned at the forcefulness of the questions, wondering what the actual topic of the conversation was.
"I will make it for Daze, I suppose..." Harry replied, tentatively.
"You suppose, right?" Ginny pushed on. "You know there is a chance you'll choose our kids over Daisy."
"What?" Harry responded, angrily pushing Ginny's feet away. Ginny balanced herself and stayed on the couch, while Harry was on his feet. Maybe a tad bit touchy was an understatement. Or maybe Ginny wasn't as tactful as Vanessa.
"There!" Ginny exclaimed, clapping. "There. Right there is why you're not Daisy's brother. I don't think even Bill would react this way if Fleur asked him the same question for Victoire and me. Because... Because that's just not how sibling relationships work. We make each other's life hell for a while and then love each other from a comfortable distance for the rest of it. That's just how it is."
"If there is a point, Ginevra." Harry said, coldly. "I suggest you get to it. I've had a long day and I just wanna get some sleep."
Ginny looked at Harry, with her eyebrows raised. But Harry stood his ground, arms crossed.
"You answered like a parent.." Ginny continued, as she slowly took Harry's hand into hers. "Just the idea that you'd choose one over the other is preposterous. Harry, I know you try to keep your parents image alive by not taking their place in Daisy's life. But you haven't been considering what it's been doing to Daisy."
Harry didn't reply. He wanted to pull his hands free and storm off. But somehow he couldn't do it. It seemed like at least the part of his mind that controlled his feet agreed with Ginny and wanted to talk about it.
"Daisy is smart." Ginny said, as she watched Harry slowly sit on the couch. " But she is still six! Now imagine her life from her point of view. She doesn't know her parents. She doesn't know the exact circumstances of their death nor of her birth. All she knows is that a bad man tried to hurt you and your parents died protecting you two. All she knows for family is you and in extension, the rest of us. And that was fine for a while. But as is with everybody, Daisy is slowly trying to figure out who she is. And she has no idea how to do that without knowing a parents love. Don't get me wrong. I don't suspect that she thinks we don't love her enough. That is why she has been cautious around us the last few weeks. And I'm certainly not saying we explain the exact circumstances of her birth. But for her, the love which you shower on her is the love of a brother."
Harry didn't reply but his mind was furiously working, trying to think of a counter. But none came to Harry before Ginny decided to continue.
"Harry.." Ginny said, pulling him closer to her and lying back on the couch. "You were struggling , trying to figure out who you were after the war. But now, you're stable. You are comfortable with who you are. You've said it many times as to how Daisy saved you. And I agree with you. By giving you all her love and devotion, she helped you in ways I never could possibly imagine. But now, she is the one trying to figure out what Vanessa's and Vivian's relationship is like. Parents don't just give us a family or a family name. They're our first tether to the world. And Daisy probably wanted to speak to your parents to help her in this. Harry, Daisy needs us."
"What do we do?" Harry replied in a small voice, gingerly rubbing Ginny's stomach.
"That is the simple part, actually." Ginny said, beaming at Harry who raised his head to look at her. "We stop being her brother and sister. And we start being her parents."
Harry looked at her confused.
"What I mean is.." Ginny replied, as she tried to sit back up. "We're going to be like Mom."
And Harry understood everything. He looked at Ginny skeptically, unsure if he could convincingly be strict. But he knew Ginny was right. Daisy needed parental figures to help her navigate these crucial years. He could be the fun, older brother when Daisy had graduated from Hogwarts. Right now, he had to talk to Ginny about the appropriateness of her first grounding as punishment for throwing a snow globe at Harry. And as though a registration of a formal protest, for the first time, Daisy slept in her room while she knew Harry was awake. Ginny tore her eyes from Daisy's bedroom door, as though thinking of the same thing and talked to Harry about the type of parenting style they should adopt.
I hope the timeline makes it easier to follow the story. I have a separate skeleton which chalks out various birthday's and anniversaries (all canon except OC). I can publish that in case the story gets harder to follow here on.
Our beloved author stayed clear of mixing muggle and wizard communities. This allowed her to control all the events of the wizarding world without worrying about having to explain what the muggles were upto, the result of which is Harry! But with muggle technology advancements and the higher number of muggle-born children in my AU), it makes sense that there would be young witches and wizards who would prefer studying music or art or science to an Hogwarts education. From the next chapter on, muggles are going to be heavily featured with most of the chapters being written from Daisy's point of view. International Statute of Secrecy will be maintained. :P
Hope you guys enjoy this!