Lovelight

Overture

Maia Granger was her mother's daughter.

When she was younger, her mum would lull her to sleep with adventurous tales that would cause her dreams to run wild and share wonderful stories of life and love and light. When she would wake, she would run to her bookshelf or down to the shop to grab a new series of pages, devouring the narratives of hope and romance and heartbreak and everything in between for as long as her eyes could stay open. She had deduced one major thing from her studies of such texts:

Her life was a story.

Rather, all lives were stories. Every human being who walked the earth had their own plot, their own character development and arc that allowed them to grow and learn the true meaning of their stories, learn why it was that the universe wanted them to share their stories. It was comforting and it allowed her to feel as if sometimes, everything would be okay, even if it wasn't at that moment.

But if everyone's lives were truly stories, Maia Granger's was one of the most interesting. If she could have compiled it into a book and sold it for all to read, it most certainly would have been one of the titles to grace the shelves of bookstores like the one her mother owned.

She had been living in a fairytale for far too long. So long, in fact, that she had accomplished all of the things she had wanted to. All of her dreams had been made into reality.

Well, all except for one.

The one tiny flaw in Maia's plotline, in her backstory, was that she had an extremely limited knowledge of who she was. She knew she was Maia Rose Granger, daughter of the one and only Hermione Granger. She knew she was a witch, she knew she loved to read, and she knew that music had a way of speaking to her in a way that books couldn't.

But she didn't know who her father was.

That was why she found herself standing out on the balcony of the courtyard, overlooking the ocean as three trusty owls perched themselves next to her. She had three envelopes in her hand, each containing a letter that would help her morph her dream into reality.

She had a dream, a song to sing, a story to tell, that would allow her to discover who she really was. Her fairytale had been wonderful, but it was missing something. With this‒ these letters‒ Maia could take her future into her hands. Even if she failed, she would have done so trying. That was all that mattered.

She walked over to the first owl, a large snowy creature with kind eyes. She had trusted it with many correspondences over the years. She popped a treat into its beak before gently attaching the letter to the owl's foot with a piece of twine, careful not to tie it too tightly. Her eyes caught once again on the name scrawled across the front of it.

Theodore Nott.

A moment later, the owl with the first letter flew away, leaving her to attach the next envelope to a little brown owl, the same one that would only take away her letters if she provided it with two treats instead of the standard one that she gave to all of the owls she interacted with. With an amused puff of air from her nose, she tied the twine once more, taking note of the name on the second envelope as she gave the owl his treats.

Ron Weasley.

Once it had flown away, Maia was left with the grand eagle owl that she and her mother had scarcely used, saving its flight for when they communicated with notable individuals. This owl was always one that the pair had a bit of trouble with, although it was usually Maia who was able to get it to calm down and take their letters. Its fierce eyes studied her as she calmly approached, tying the twine loosely enough so that it wouldn't be constricted but tightly enough that it would survive the flight back to the UK. Her gaze caught once again on the calligraphy etched into the casing.