Lemons and Fireworks || George Weasley||

~The first birthday~

Hope Cove, Devon, England
February 14th 1980

The Tonks' Cottage sided on a silent beach in Hope Cove, Devon. Where the family of four spent their days travelling along the shore line, the parents hand in hand, with one of them holding a small child the other getting dragged by a scruffy dog, whilst their oldest child ran in-front of them, kicking up the sand below her or performing cartwheels, with the mixture of sand and water pushing past her hands and feet.

Today, unlike other days, was a very busy day for the family, but just like every morning- they started their day off with a stroll on the beach, next to their house. Today was a special day indeed, it was the first birthday of the youngest Tonks, Cassandra. It had been a whole year since her arrival, a whole year of love and happiness, but yet she was still only a little one. A little one who was so unaware of how special she was.

*flashback*
The first few days after being born, both parents kept an eye on Cassandra, seeing if she would change her hair or her face, just like her older sister did- but nothing. They was so confused, not wanting either daughter to feel singled out with or without the power of change. That was until Ted's mother and father came to meet their newest granddaughter, after rushing from their anniversary holiday.

As soon as Rosie and John stepped into the home, she gasped. Instantly, Rosie felt the power connection between the two and after seeing the few locks of white blonde across Cassandra's head, she knew immediately.
"She's a Veela" stated the grandmother. "Little ones a Veela, what a special baby you have. Two special granddaughters now" she cooed as she brushed the newborns hair of her forehead, starting to sway her slightly.
At these words, Andromeda was confused but Ted knew exactly what his mother was announcing. With the look of bafflement on Medas face, Rosie spoke up again "I'm a Veela myself, only half though. The Veela power has been passed down generation of my mothers side, starting from Bulgaria, to France and now in this room. The power skipped Teddy and Elizabeth, but I was certain it wouldn't pass on Nymphadora"

Now starting to worry, Andromeda began. "What's a Veela? Is it dangerous! Can it hurt her?" She panicked, afraid of what could happen, as she sat up in her bed that she had previously been resting on.

"No Andy, not at all. She wouldn't turn into what full Veelas do. You see dear, Veelas are nearly- human beings, who appear as young beautiful women with the golden white hair and 'bright as the moon' skin. Full Veelas, when angry- they can turn into harpy-like creatures. I cannot, so I'm certain Cassandra wouldn't either." Looking down to her new grandchild, whilst placing her in the cot beside the bed, Rosie spoke up again. "Veelas are known for their breathtaking beauty and their ability to entrance. To be charming really!"

With her words, Andromeda had now noticed how naturally beautiful the older woman was. Her white, grey hairs framed her face perfectly, with the hints of gold running through it, as her bright blue eyes shined across the room, standing out. There she noticed how her daughter had the same eyes, the bright blue ones, but with the hazel-ness of Andromeda's own eyes, circling the outside.
Speaking up again, pushing Andromeda out of her thoughts, Rosie stated "my family, the LeBelles, are a well known family and close with mermaids, as well as other creatures of the seas and rivers. It shouldn't affect Cassandra in anyway, but I am always there to answer any questions."

With the positive words from her mother in law, Meda rested, knowing she would always have the help she needs and hoped that nothing can hurt her youngest.

*end of flashback*

By now the family had made their way back up to their cottage, along the sanded path, to set up for the party, happening later on in the day. After a quick feed to both children, Andromeda put them down for their first nap of the day- knowing today would be busy, even without a child running around and a infant crying every half an hour.