It was a beautiful evening. The end of a warm summer's day; the sun was just beginning to set, which painted hues of autumn leaves in the evening sky.

Green trees dotted the parking strips of a street lined with neat, uniform houses as all came to a standstill in the near quiet evening. Birds could be heard chirping in the distance, singing good night to the world. The street was peaceful and devoid of other people. The evening dripped with tranquility.

It was as if the world was mocking them.

Mark and Kelly Prodvere, a young couple in their mid twenties, were taking a walk around their neighborhood.

Mark was a dark-chestnut haired individual, who loved to play as much as he loved to work. His appearance was hard, but his temperament was that of a soft, caring man who was a dorky child at heart.

A hard working man, he believed that one should do their best in everything they choose to undertake. He practiced what he preached, studying hard in his schooling to become an engineer and working diligently in his new job as a manufacturing laborer for a drill company known as Grunnings. He saved up money and was finally able to provide a home for his wife, Kelly, who became the center of his world four years ago and who he works the hardest of all for.

Kelly Prodvere, once known as Kelly Burns, was a striking young woman. She had blonde hair and a fair complexion. She loved to read and write, but as often as people label her a bookworm, she takes nearly every chance she can to be outside. She loved nature, hiking, being active, and seeing the wonders God's beautiful world had to offer.

She came from a traditional family which many would see as odd, especially in the neighborhood they currently found themselves in. She loves her husband dearly, and is proud to call him as such. She believes in the importance of an education and has sought to do just that, attending a form of private schooling many have never heard of.

She is, in fact, a proud graduate of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Mark and Kelly met by chance in a park near their childhood homes. Mark had decided to go running one morning, while Kelly had chosen the park as the perfect place to read with chirping birds when she was a child, and had decided that Saturday morning to do just that after a stressful first week of work.

Mark saw her first, sitting on a rock near the trail he was running. He tripped up!

He couldn't take his eyes off her! So much so, he did a wonderful face plant for his first impression. Kelly had run over to see if he was alright, and as Mark describes it, descended like an angel to his aid.

Nine months later he proposed to her in that same park.

It wasn't until a month after their marriage that Kelly came clean about the world she lived in, and the reality of the world Mark lived in. Kelly was a witch. Magic exists. At first, Mark thought his lovely wife was playing and making a joke, but as she explained and showed him, his smile disappeared.

But his love didn't. If anything, it ended up strengthening the love he had for her, despite, or even as a result of, the strain that conversation caused. The way Mark viewed the world changed that day.

But that massive revelation and change was nothing compared to the current feelings the couple had tonight.

For over a year, they had been trying to have a child. Despite her value of education, Kelly wanted nothing more than to be a mother. It was her dream to raise a family with the man she loved, and Mark was thrilled to be that man. As a precaution, they went to take fertility tests. They had just heard from the clinic. They were unable to get pregnant. This news devastated them both. Kelly most of all.

So, on this peaceful night they were taking a walk. The beauty of the sky was making Mark angry. How could God allow such a beautiful day to come, when their world and faith was shaken? His wife wasn't crying anymore, but he could tell. He could see how sad and heart broken she was.

How much it all hurt.

Kelly slowly stopped walking just in front of their home, as the evening sun drifted further into the horizon, dimming the natural light around them. Mark came to a stop on the walk, looking at her in concern.

"Is something wrong?" He asked, already knowing the answer. She nodded, her eyes shut tight while she hugged her stomach. A quiet sob escaped her trembling lips, before she sniffed, silently weeping.

Mark's heart burned as he wrapped his own arms around her, gently kissing her forehead. Tears stung at his eyes as he grit his teeth, wanting desperately to reassure her, but not knowing where he would even start.

There they stood, Mark holding Kelly as she sobbed into his chest. Eventually, her sobs quieted, though her tears flowed freely.

A soft, high pitched whimper caught Mark's attention. At first, he thought it was the cries of his wife, but when he looked down at her, she was looking over his shoulder. The cry seemed to have caught her attention too.

He turned around and saw a worn basket at their door. Strange. Was that there before?

Mark squeezed his wife in a hug one last time, before walking up to the door with his wife right behind him. What he saw made his heart nearly stop. He blinked a couple times before rubbing his eyes and checking the basket again. His wife inhaled a little, shocked nearly as much as him.

In the basket was a sleeping baby, lying restlessly on its back. It seemed to be stirring awake. It was small; oh so small. It couldn't have been more than a couple days old.

It had little, silvery-white wisps of hair, fair skin, and the smallest fingers and toes. But the most prominent feature of the little babe were the small feathered, silvery white wings poking up from behind its back. Strangely enough, the silver wings had a strange, dark red hue about them; almost as if they were on fire inside.

"Kelly…" Mark began, turning to his wife, only to stop short. Kelly was slowly squatting down, as if by instinct, and gently picked the child up. The restless baby seemed to recognize the warmth and safety her body provided. It stopped struggling, calming down, now resting peacefully.

"What do we do?" Kelly asked, looking up at her husband.

"Usually I'd say go to the authorities to see if anyone has reported a missing child…" Mark said. He looked around for a second. Who would leave a child as young as this alone at night?

"We can't go to the muggle police," Kelly said, "These wings…" She stroked them, which twitched slightly at her touch. They were small and thin, almost frail looking, seemingly out of place on the child, "They're surprisingly smooth and coarse for feathers…warm too…"

"I figured it must be something from the wizarding world," Mark scratched the back of his head, "Do you guys usually have kids with wings?"

"No, this isn't normal–even for us," Kelly let out a small giggle, "Well…shall we go inside?"

"I guess," Mark shrugged, "What else are we going to do?"

With that, the young couple brought the newborn babe into their home.

Later in his life, Mark would contemplate the meaning of that decidedly fateful encounter. Both he and Kelly agreed that whatever power was over the universe, be it God or not, heard their cries that night, as in quite a bizarre way, they were granted the gift of a child; one that filled their hearts and completed their family.

Their adventure was far from over.


Oh, man, I really don't want to get up, I thought to myself as I lay on my back, snuggled into the strangely comforting warmth I found myself in. It was really soft and smooth here too.

There was a tapping noise on what must be a window, and though it was kind of annoying, I wasn't gonna let that disturb me from the amazing warmth I found myself in.

"Dear, that must be Coral," A soft feminine voice said from right above me. She sounds British, "Would you mind letting her in? She must have my parents' letter."

"I got it," A man's voice this time. I heard a latching noise and a creak, then the fluttering of wings. Then I heard…an owl hooting?

"Thanks, Coral," The woman said gratefully, "Would you mind, babe? My hands are kinda full."

"Duh," The man laughed, "Let's see…"

Now I was starting to get pretty curious. I slowly opened my eyes, only to come face to face with the most orange owl I've ever seen. I blinked once before startling away, turning in the other direction, only to slam into…oh dear.

I slammed right into a woman's chest! This woman was holding me…and wow, she's really pretty. She's also big! Oh wait…

I looked down at myself, confirming my suspicions. I was a baby. So this lady ain't a giant, I'm a kid.

"Mark!" The woman exclaimed, "She's awake, she's awake!"

"Oh, thank goodness," The man, Mark I presume, sighed in relief, sitting down by the woman and looking right at me, "You gave us a big scare there, squirt!"

"Mark!" The woman scolded him.

"What, she did!" Mark shrugged, "Little brat hasn't woken up for a full day! That we know of! She hasn't eaten either!"

Huh…now that he mentions it, I'm really hungry! Are these my parents in this life? Wait, that can't be right, I'm a Draconic-Angel-Human-Hybrid now. Though this woman here is more than beautiful enough to be an angel! Oh, hold on…

I turned my head, and sure enough, there were my wings. They were a silvery-white color. And if I didn't know any better, I'd say they was fire inside of them. Cool! Except right now they were small and frail looking. Also, considering my angel-ancestor was a dark angel I expected them to be black. Why the heck are they nearly white?

"I'll get the formula," The woman said, rising from her chair in this kitchen we're in, with me still in her arms, "So what did my parents send?"

"They want to come and visit…" Mark had a letter in his hand, "And…Oh, they'll be here shortly. I'm so jealous you guys can teleport!"

"Yeah, we witches and wizards are badass," The woman smirked before looking down at me, "Hi baby," she cooed, softly stroking my nose, "It's good to finally meet you. You hungry?"

As much as I was loving this lady's ministrations on my tiny, soft face, I need answers.

She held a bottle to my mouth, and as indignant as it felt being a full grown woman in a baby's body, I clapped on that fake nipple and sucked.

Mm, this stuff ain't half bad.

Now where and when am I? Looking around, the house I was in seemed to be pretty modern. I'm a half-blood, but these guys don't seem like they're my birth parents. The woman must be a witch, as she was talking about magic and owls. Dead give away.

As for Mark…he doesn't look like a Draconic Angel. No visible scales or wings, but maybe he can just retract them like I can.

Speaking of, people with wings isn't normal even in the wizarding world. Maybe I should hide them? I'm able to have them "retract" into my body, how do I do that?

Turns out, all I had to do was think about it and it happened. And it was noticeable.

"Uh…Kelly?" Mark said in a panicked voice, "What just happened?"

"I…don't know," Kelly was staring wide eyed at me, still holding the bottle up for me. Can't really blame them. My wings suddenly turned pitch black before they seemed to vanish in a puff of wispy white light.

To be honest, I thought it looked awesome! But I guess to a couple who don't know anything about scaly-angel-wizard babies would be kinda panicked about it. This has gotta confirm they aren't my 'birth' parents, right?

Suddenly, there was a cracking sound before a knock came from what I assume was the back door, connected to the kitchen.

"That's them," Kelly said.

Who now?

Mark got up and opened the door, letting in what looked like an older version of Kelly and a tall middle-aged man. Both were wearing some kind of cloak or robe. Kelly's magical family, I assume.

"Oh, my sweet girl," The lady said, holding out her arms and running over.

"Hi mom," Kelly smiled as her mom gently hugged her, conscious of me in between them. I was still squished between their chests.

"So, this is her, huh?" Kelly's mom released her daughter to get a closer look at me.

"Yep," Mark said, "She just woke up a few minutes ago. This is the first time she's eaten since we found her." Found me? So they're not my birth parents.

"I still can't believe it," Kelly's father shook his head, "The amount of irresponsibility one must have to leave a child on a stranger's doorstep. There wasn't even a note?"

"Nothing," Mark shook his head.

"Are you going to take her to the orphanage?" Kelly's mom asked, "Is she a muggle? Or is she magical?"

"Actually, dad, I wanted to talk to you about that," Kelly turned to her father, "You work in the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes; have there ever been cases of children…sprouting wings?"

"Wings?" He asked, "Well…I mean, it's not impossible. I've never heard of such a case, but if a child with magical blood is in some kind of danger, or on high emotions, there's no telling what their adrenaline will cause them to do."

Department of Magical what now? No doubt about it…owls, teleportation, witches and wizards, muggles, and long weird names for magic departments? I'm definitely in the Harry Potter world now.

"You tellin' us this kid sprouted wings?" Kelly's dad asked.

"Yeah," Kelly said, "We should contact Hogwarts to take a look at the Book of Admittance just in case. Maybe if she's already registered we can find her real parents."

The Book of Admittance? My curiosity is piqued! Despite reading the books and seeing the movies, it seems there's still so much I don't know about this world. I can't wait to explore it!

But for now, I sighed happily, suckling the bottle of formula Kelly held up for me. Being a baby like this is going to be an adventure all on its own!