Deep in the woods. Just past a small clearing in the middle of a cluster of evergreen trees, was a cottage. It seemed as if it was just a miniscule home, but the magic was what was inside of it.
It looked like it was plucked right out of a fairytale. The trees had grown in such a way, as to hide it from the world, or maybe to hide the world from it.
The home itself was made out of clay, covered in thick gray stones embedded into the sides. The roof on the one-story home was yellow, with bits of rusted shingles hanging off of it. And in the very corner of the roof, was as a big brick chimney with smoke bellowing out of the top and into the cool air.
Going inside the house, the smell of baking chocolate chip cookies and vanilla wafted through the air.
It felt homey inside, welcoming even. There was a small fire going in the fireplace that was in the back of the room. A couch was placed in the center of the room and in front of it was a small, wooden coffee table with tiny engravings on it that you would only be able to see if up close.
There was a big thin patterned rug that went under the couch and table, and around the walls were pictures that were hung with care, some of a girl no older than three with an older man and woman.
Moving on to the kitchen, a woman danced around humming a song as she waited for her cookies to finish baking.
The woman was older, looking to be in her early fifty's but she was a just as pretty as she was when she was in her twenty's.
Despite the wrinkles on her face and the scars running down her arms from the run-in she had with a werewolf all those years ago it seemed as if she would never lose her grace.
She was wearing an apron wrapped around her waist that said, "this shit is delicious" and an oven mitten over her hand as she went to fetch the cookies that had finished cooking.
As she passed a photo hanging from the kitchen wall, it was of a man and a little girl, she smiled sadly remembering the exact day it was taken.
The man had brown, shaggy hair and an unusual-looking beard, with green eyes that were so full of life.
Just then, a seven-year-old little girl came barreling through the old cottage yelling for her mother.
"Mama, mama. You'll never guess what I just saw!"
"Oh, and what did you see my, dear?" The older lady laughed slightly as she bent down to look her daughter in the eyes as she came to an abrupt stop in front of her.
The girl had nice curly brown hair, big beautiful brown eyes that reminded her mother of a small puppy, and a beautiful childlike spirit to her.
"I saw a unicorn, mama, oh it was so beautiful, mama." The girl spoke with such excitement that it brought a smile to her mother's face. She had never seen something more beautiful, she thought.
"It was all white and just so ma-ma-majestic?" She stuttered out, silently asking if she thought of the right word.
Her mother nodded her head to answer the unsaid question.
"Fay, do you remember what your papa used to tell you about unicorns?" The grayed haired mother asked her daughter.
"Yes, he told me to never harm one and to be careful around them, oh and um, to never take their blood because it was a sin," Fay proudly stated to her mother, who was looking down on her daughter, full of pride.
"Very good, Fay, now would you like to help me finish decorating the cookies?" The mother asked as she stood from her spot and turned to walk back to the oven.
Her daughter practically bounced right out of her shoes, running toward the counter in the kitchen that would soon be housing the cookies.
The rest of the day was filled with laughter and love as the mother and daughter finished decorating the cookies.
***
Hours later the two sat together on the couch, watching as rain started to pour down outside, a cup of hot tea in both of their hands and a plate of poorly decorated cookies in front of them.
The mother and daughter were almost asleep when a loud bang came from the front door. The bang seemed to shake the entirety of the cottage and startled both the mother and daughter inside.
The mother slowly, being very hesitant, went to look out of the door's peek hole to see who it was. Her wand slipping into her hand as she saw the back of someone's head.
Fay watched as her mother sighed with relief and opened the front door with a solemn look.
"Can I help you, Albus?" She said stiffly, while the man just smiled and asked if he may come in.
The graying women opened the door the rest of the way, letting the strange-looking man walk in.
Fay looked him up and down, deciding right there, and then, she didn't like the man.
He had a long white beard, and the robes he was wearing were a pretty purple that looked like the galaxy.
The man looked at her, and she swore she saw his eyes twinkle but felt uncomfortable under his stare, so she stuck her tongue out at him.
She didn't see, but her mother's face had been graced with a lovely smile as she watched her daughter. She reminded her mother of her father, who had sadly been killed in a fight against a werewolf many a years ago.
"Albus, you are here for a reason, so on with it." the older woman snapped, trying to get the man out of her home as quickly as possible.
Fay had never heard her mother so snippy before, but she assumed it was for good reason. Albus Dumbledore sighed before telling them he needed the women to go to Hogwarts to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts.
To say the two women were shocked was an understatement. They didn't know what to say. After her husband's death, Freya didn't want to return to that horrid school, but she also knew that soon enough she would have to.
She also thought about what her daughter wanted though, the girl in question was bouncing in her seat silently begging her mother to say yes.
"On one condition Albus, Fay of course comes with me, and we do this on my terms. If I wish to leave, I can. Do we understand each other?" Freya said, with a bit of power in her voice, making a smile form on her daughter's face and her eyes narrowed at the professor.
That was the day that changed Fay's life for sure, but it wasn't until she was eleven did it really change for the better.
Author's Note
Sorry for any grammar mistakes, hope you enjoy though.
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