Disclaimer- I do not own Magical diary Horse hall nor do I make any money off this.

Note- Added another chapter, still have no idea where this is going. But it is fun to write for no reason at all.

She was once known as Sal, but now she went by the name of Sarah Rose Ramsey- Rhea. Although why her last name no contained Rhea she had no idea, she knew it was Greek and knew the history behind the name. But how it had ended up as her last name had her very confused, Ramsey well there was no need to explain that. But she had more than her fair share of problems, raising Damien was not easy but it was not overly complicated either.

It was her own mind and memories that were causing her the most trouble, at night she would be woken by screams, fire and death. She would jerk awake and was not able to remember what the dream had been about, but during the day she couldn't help but smile. Damien was now crawling and now that he was mobile he was getting into all sorts of mischief, more than once she had to stop him from crawling out of the front door and the backdoor. It was peaceful and it filled a void in her heart that she didn't know that she had, she had found several diaries but had not dared to read them. This maybe her life now but she didn't know how she would feel about reading it, to her it would make it more real.

Sarah snorted, it was as real as it was going to get. She watched Damien from her chair, a book was in her lap. It was a book on green magic, she wasn't sure if she wanted to read it. She was interested in testing out the knowledge that she had inside her head it was one thing to have the knowledge but it was another thing to practice it, she was more wary of things going wrong and not being able to correct it. She had a son to look after now and she couldn't afford for things to go wrong, not if she didn't know how to correct the mistake and she was too old to go back to school. She picked up the crawling Damien and took him back to her bedroom, he had a crib in the room. She knew that it was better to have the crib in her room than in another one, how could she hear him cry if he wasn't in the same room as her. Once he was settled she grabbed hold of a diary it was now or never.

I have done it. I knew that there was no going back, I knew that but it doesn't make the pain go away. At least one of my daughters is safe, I can die knowing that, the beast cannot get his hands on her. I have already lost one of my children to the otherworld, I cannot lose both of them. I know that my youngest I pregnant. She cannot hide it from me, as old as I am I know the signs. I have sent my eldest somewhere else, I do not know where or when.

I fear that she should return, if she returns then it means that the entire family has died and we have failed that I have failed. I pray to the spirits that it will never happen, that she can live out her life in happiness. But if she ever does return, know this my little rose, you were loved and if you are reading this then know that I had no other choice. I could not lose both of you, sending you away was the hardest thing that I have ever done.

I know you may never forgive me and I will be fine with that, so long as you had a happy life. But if you have returned then look after him, Damien is your nephew by blood. Alice was murdered shortly after she gave birth, Nathaniel did all he could to get Damien away. Please my little rose look after him and yourself, all I ever wanted was for you to be happy, happy and safe.

The entry ended there and Sarah closed the diary, she was born here. This was her home, but what happened? Why send her away? It only led to more questions, questions that she would most likely never get the answers to. With a tired sigh she looked at Damien, she had a younger sister one that was no longer in the land of the living. Damien was her nephew as well, she had no idea how it had all worked out but she knew that these answers she would get. She grabbed another diary, and opened it up.

Alice has came home with an otherworld creature, while I cannot condemn her for falling in love there is something about him that is dark and twisted. There is far more going on here and I intend to get to the bottom of it, Sarah has mastered her green magic and at such a young age only 19 and she has mastered a magic already. She has already said that she wants to become a spirit healer, out of them both I thought that it would have been Alice, Alice was the one that would bring in wounded animals and heal them. Sarah was far too busy getting into trouble, defending Alice. Alice wouldn't do anything to stop her older sister either, more often than not I think Alice egged her on. Not that she would ever admit it though. Still Sarah was a handful by herself.

I still remember the day when she called her teacher a moron not fit for teaching.

Their father had been so proud, I on the other hand was not amused or proud. But she was right, that woman was not fit to be a teacher. Not that I will tell my little rose that, but I really shouldn't call her that. It seems like yesterday she was getting into a fist fight, how time flies. But I am getting off point, this thing, this creature that Alice has brought home has me on edge.

His eyes linger on my eldest, I am not the only one that has noticed it either. Arthur has mentioned it a few times, however there is nothing that we can do at the moment. But I fear that he will try and do something, I know it. Call it mother's intuition or even a sixth sense but I know that there is something wrong with him, very wrong.

I pray to the spirits that he does not do anything, I will not be able to hold Arthur back should he do anything. Honestly I don't think I would want to hold him back, if anything I will be at the front with him.

She closed the second one, the rest of it was her mother going on about childhood memories, memories that she could only see in dreams and even then she didn't remember when she woke up. She pinched the bridge of her nose and breathed heavily, she reached for the next one. Her entire arm tingled, Sarah did not know what it meant but she had a very bad feeling.

Arthur warned off that thing, Arthur may be getting on but he still powerful. We found him trying to suck the very magic out of Sarah, it was then we learned that he used Alice to get to Sarah. What a mess. It was nice to see the battle wizen inside my husband come out once more, even though the reason is dark and twisted. Alice is distraught, she had truly loved that thing. I hope that she has learned her lesson, Arthur and I are going to cast wards all over the house.

Sucking out one's magic is the same as taking their soul. Dark and forbidden for a reason.

I dare not think about what would have happened had Arthur not found them.

It is one thing to share your magic with your spouse, it is another thing to have it ripped from your body, from your soul.

The times are getting darker and I fear what it means for my family, I just hope that we can survive the coming storm.

She felt sick, she jumped off the bed and ran to the bathroom. Bile rose from her stomach and she held onto the toilet for dear life, she whimpered as she sat on the bathroom floor, the cold tiles of the wall grounding her for a moment. She did not want to read the rest of them, but she knew that she had to. She needed to know, not just for her sake but to find out what happened. The entire family was dead. She stood on shaky legs and walked back to the bed, despite there being nothing in her stomach she still felt like she was going to be sick again and she knew that if she was then she would risk bringing up her own stomach lining. Taking a deep breath to steady herself she grabbed another one.

Dark times indeed, Alice has brought home another one of those things. I had always thought that my parents had been overly cautious but now I see that they were very right in their warnings, I just wished that I had listened to them more. If I had then maybe we wouldn't be in this mess. I can safely say that this one is semi decent, not once has he ogled my eldest or even made a pass at her. He only has eyes for Alice and Alice alone, he introduced himself as Nathaniel Ramsey. A strange name.

But I cannot judge, my own parents named me Lily-Anne. To him his name is normal, to us it is strange. I do not want to know what he thinks about our names, but we have learned one thing. That beast, that creature, that Alice first brought home is his brother. Apparently he had been interested in Alice long before his brother had shown the slightest bit of interest, but we know why he had shown Alice interest and Alice has not forgiven herself for what happened. But Alice cannot blame herself, she did not know. None of us knew, but now that we do know we can take steps. The next time he even thinks about trying to enter our home he will be in for a 'shocking' surprise.

Sarah has taken to mastering red and blue magic, her green she has already mastered but she holds no talent for black. She cannot cast a single black spell to save her life, her white is passable. Not that it bothers her, something to improve on she said.

Alice, so different from her sister yet so similar as well. Red, blue and black come naturally to her. Green she can use with no problem, but her blue is appalling. I sincerely hope that she never needs to teleport anywhere, I dread to think about what would happen if she even attempted it. Her white is far better than her sisters but she still struggles with it and while they have always been competitive, there are something's that are not a race.

I worry, there is a shift and there is nothing I can do to stop it. If I could I would give my life to keep my girls safe. Arthur feels the same, we have lived for nearly 400 years. It took us that long for me to fall pregnant, not that I am complaining, we enjoyed every minute of it.

Although I dare not tell them that Sarah was conceived on the very couch that is in the living room, Alice if I remember rightly was conceived in the shower. As much as their reactions would amuse me, I shall not tell them.

Come what may I shall endure the storm, I shall keep my family safe. Even if I have to spill blood to do, so no one will take what is mine.

The entry ended there, there was nothing else in any of the diaries. Even though she was confused she knew that her mother had tried to do what was right, she had tried to protect her family. A cry jolted her out of her thoughts, she stood up and made her way to the crib.

"Hello, little one."

Eyes looked at her, it seemed as if Damien had sensed her distress. She knew that she would have to get better control of her emotions, she didn't want him picking up on the other ones that she would most likely show. She picked him up and cradled him to her chest, eyes began to lose once more and she felt at peace.

She carefully walked to the bed making sure that she didn't bump into anything, she placed him on top of the duvet and began rearranging her pillows. Tonight he would sleep in bed with her, more for her sake than his. Tomorrow would be a new day and she hoped that it would be a better day.

Sunlight streamed through the small gap in the curtains, small hands were slapping a woman's face. It was very clear that the owner of the hands wanted the woman to wake up, grumbling was heard before eyes slowly began to open.

"We need to have words about personal space."

Gurgling was her only answer followed by spit bubbles, she couldn't help the smile that spread across her face not that she wanted to.

"Right, well since you have woke me up lets get ready for the day."

She picked up Damien and began walking down the stairs, her morning ritual could wait until after a cup of tea and Damien had been fed. While Damien had yet to begin talking, he stilled showed what he wanted. He didn't cry like most babies did, which had unnerved her. She had promptly freaked out when she had got a image of a bottle in her mind, it had taken her a good ten minutes before she had calmed down and noticed that Damien was still staring at her.

She still jumped when he had done it a few more times, but now she was slightly used to it. She had no idea if it was because he had magic and he was using his emotions to send a image or if he was more advanced in magic than other babies, either way she now had some way of knowing just what he wanted. She was looking forwards to when he could talk, it was slightly depressing when she only had herself to talk to.

But life goes go and she walked along the road of life.

That didn't mean that she had to like it though, Sarah opened a cupboard and grabbed some baby porridge making sure that Damien was still secure in her grip as she reached for it. For some reason Damien wouldn't eat any other flavour than banana, not that she would complain. Some baby food smelt absolutely awful and she had balked more than once, quiet humming filled the kitchen. She flicked the kettle on, while it was boiling she placed him in his high chair.

Making sure he was strapped in she began making her way back to the kitchen, the kettle flicked off once it was boiled. Sarah turned her head and looked out of the door, Damien was still in his high chair and that was a relief. He may not be able to talk or walk but he could still get into trouble, she quietly hummed to herself as she got out a bowl and spoon. She heard gurgling and turned her head, Sarah jumped and felt her heart race as she came face to face with Damien floating in front of her.

"By the spirits!"

The bowl she had in her hand fell to the floor, Damien happily gurgled. She didn't need an empathy spell to know that he was finding this amusing.

"Alright, we have talked about floating. You may be cute and adorable but that doesn't mean that you can get away with floating whenever you feel like it."

Damien just kept gurgling at her and despite how serious the situation was a smile threatened to break out on her lips.

"Damien, no more floating. Wait until I am in the room."

Sarah grabbed him from the air and walked back to his high chair, the straps were still done up. She gave Damien a light glare, she had no idea how he had done it but he had. Sarah grumbled under her breath as she tried to undo the straps with one hand, she was not going to place him on the floor.

"Ah ha!"

Within a matter of minutes Damien was back in his high chair, Sarah tried to ignore the scowl that was on his face. She didn't even think that it was possible for babies to scowl, she lightly tapped him on the nose.

"Stay here, I mean it little one. The longer we do this, the longer you need to wait for your breakfast. I cannot be here and getting food ready at the same time, so wait here."

With that Sarah turned on her heel and walked back to the kitchen, she glanced back into the dining room. Damien was still in his high chair. With a quiet sigh she grabbed a clean bowl, placed the dirty one into the sink and began making his porridge. She made sure to keep an eye on Damien, he was proving to be quite the escape artist.

"Alright breakfast!"

Damien happily banged his hands onto the table, Sarah placed the bowl on the dining room table well out of his reach. She still remembered the last time he had gotten his hands on the bowl there had been food everywhere, ceiling, floor, walls, paintings. It had not mattered, if it could stick to it then there was food on it. Sarah still could not understand how he got so messy during meal times and it wasn't just him, more often than not they both needed a bath.

Once Damien had been fed Sarah felt leased with herself, for once there was no mess. It looked like today was shaping up to be a good day, Sarah hoped that her luck would hold.

"Time to get cleaned up."

Damien banged his hands on the table once more, Sarah smiled and began undoing the straps. Once they were undone she picked him up, she looked down and noticed that his hair was starting to get thicker. At the moment it was a lavender colour but she knew that it would get darker and longer, Sarah wondered if he would get it cut at some point. But then again she couldn't really say anything, her hair was down to her hips. It make take more maintenance but she liked the length, it had taken her years to get it the length it was. So no she was not going to get it cut and if Damien didn't want his cut then he wouldn't get it cut. She wouldn't force him to do something if she was not willing to do it, besides it was easier to hide things in long hair than it was short.

She placed Damien down on the bathroom floor and quickly closed the bathroom door, she was not going to lock it. There was no real point in locking it anyway, there was only the two of them and the house was in the middle of nowhere, not like they were going to get many visitors.

"Right, bath time. Going to make sure you are all squeaky clean for the day, then after that we can go and play for a bit."

With a quick flick of her wrist his toys began floating around him, Sarah did not like using a wand. Wands could get lost or broken, her hands were attached to her so unless they were able to get in close enough then she would still be able to cast spells. Unless she broke both hands at the same time, which was highly unlikely. It was not complicated magic, merely two red spells. Breeze to cause them to move and force push to keep them up in the air, it kept Damien distracted as well so that was as an added bonus. Even though they were freshman spells, Sarah felt comfortable doing them. She did not want to risk the more advanced spells just yet. Once she had filled the bath to a safe depth, she removed her top there was no point in just rolling up her sleeve Damien always got her soaking wet, she stuck her hand in making sure that it touched the bottom of the bath.

It wasn't too hot or too cold, to her it felt just right. Sarah turned around and looked at Damien who was happily waving his hands in the air, she cast a simple freeze spell and grabbed hold of him.

"Alright mister, time for a bath. You can play more later."

Sarah began undressing him, once he was down to his vest she checked him.

"Okay, nappy is clean. Let's get it off and you into the bath."

As soon as she had taken the nappy off Damien decided that it was the perfect time for him to have a pee.

"You little! Why didn't you do that while your nappy was on?"

Damien smiled and clapped his hands while smiling, Sarah muttered while she picked him up and placed him in the bath. She reached over to the side of the bath and grabbed a flannel, she dipped it into the water and wrung it out before rubbing it over Damien's face.

"There all clean, now then lets just grab your duck and you can play for a bit."

Sarah placed the orange duck that was sitting on the side of the bath into the bath, for a few moment Damien didn't make a grab for it. With a squeal he launched himself forwards and grabbed it, while he was happily playing with his duck Sarah grabbed some towels, talc and cream. He may not be teething or have a nappy rash now but she was not going to take any chances, better to be safe than sorry.

"Time to get out little one."

making sure that she had a tight grip on him, Sarah picked him up and placed him onto the towel. She wrapped him up and picked him up, opening the bathroom door with one hand she quickly made her way to the bedroom. Sarah grabbed some pillows and placed them in a square shape and then placed Damien in the middle of the square.

"Right let's get you dry and dressed."

Sarah began humming to herself as she got Damien dry, she had no idea how long the peace would last but she was going to enjoy these moments. A smirk appeared on her lips as she began humming a tune that she knew very well, one that every British person knew.

Rule Britannia.

She may not have her old life back and she may hate her birth mother for what she had done, but she was British and nothing was going to change that. So it was time for her to stop wallowing in self pity and get back up, she was proud of who she was and that was not going to change. And if anyone harmed her son?

Well there was a reason that Britain ruled three quarters of the world at one point.

Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves!

Britons never, never, never shall be slaves.