Diagon Alley

Felamont Potter was a good man who married an even better woman.

His lovely wife, Euphemia Potter, the amazing woman who blessed him with a child, a son. his biggest wish in life was to be a father, at the young age of 12, he thought he met the love of his life. She was gorgeous, long black hair, black eyes that pulled you in, and her mind was something of awe.

His point of view changed at 16 when he was set to marry the love of his life, but she ran away with another man to not marry him. He was hurt beyond repair, he believed he would never love again, that was until he met the amazing Euphemia. Ever scene he laid eyes on her his heart busted with something he couldn't explain, Love.

he can still remember the day she told him she was with child, at first he was scared but that feeling was quickly replaced with joy, He was to be a father! at first, he hoped for a boy, so he could teach him how to fly a broom, teach him to brew his first potion. There was just so much he wanted to teach his son, but after seeing the joy on his wife's face when the idea of a girl was talked about, he knew right then and there he wanted a baby girl.

Then came James, his son, the sole heir to the House of Potter. Though he will never say it aloud, he was slightly upset to have a son, but it was quickly replaced with the joy of being a father.

"Fleamont, come look at this"

His train of thought was interrupted by his lovely wife, she was pointing at something in a shop window, and just seeing her smile made him feel like he could die a happy man right at that moment.

"What is it that you have found now?"

As he came to a stand next to her, he saw what she was pointing at. One of her dress designs was in the front window. He could not help but smile, even after years of being in the fashion business, Euphemia was still the same young girl who couldn't help but jump for joy every time she saw one of her designs in public.

"I thought they wouldn't get the order until next month!" Euphemia's voice was filled with happiness and awe.

Knowing that there would be a young girl who saw her dresses and fell in love with them made her heart fill with joy. She could imagine the smiles and screams of joy from the young girls getting one of her dresses for Yule or just because, and it made her feel...happiness

"Come now dear, we need to finish shopping before the boys blow up the manor while we're away"

As the couple laughed and made their way up the street, they were quick to notice the scene in front of them.

A young girl who looked to be the same age as their son was knocked into the middle of the road by a man who was clearly drunk. They watched as the girl fell and her stuff scattered all over the road, the girl tried to get up and tell the man off but was immediately kicked right back on the ground by the drunk man.

That action sent Fleamont and two other men on the street to immediately try to apprehend the man. As the men tried to stop Mr. Drunk, Euphemia ran to the girl's side to make sure she was ok, as she bent down to help the poor girl she was shocked. The girl was a sight to see, her long black hair fell to her mid-back and those obsidian eyes drew you in with no mercy, her lips had this slight dark pink hue to them. Everything about her reminded her of someone but she just couldn't put her finger on it.

"Euphemia, love? you ok?"

As she looked up at her husband she was knocked back into her right mind, now was not the time to be thinking about the girl's looks, it was time to make sure the girl was ok. When two looked back at the girl, they found her picking up her stuff off the ground and decided to help.

As Fleamont was helping pick up the papers, he came across a bunch of potions essays, he didn't even have to read the page to know that it was of the best quality. When he turned the pages over, he found spells he'd never seen before, Muffliato, Levicorpus, and many more. At that very moment, he knew, this girl was meant to be his apprentice.

Unbeknown to Fleamont, at the very same time he found the girl's potions essays, his wife found her fashion designs, they ranged from shirts to skirts, dresses to jump-suits. And at that very moment, she knew, this girl was meant to be her apprentice.