The tempered girl with an indestructible magic.
The infamous boy with an egotistical spirit.
This is the first story in the series 'Together- A Harry Potter Love Story'.
Harry James Potter had been fighting battles from the second he was left to Petunia and Vernon Dursley as a baby. A spirited youth with an emerald stare, when it is announced on his eleventh birthday that he is a hero, he goes from living a dejected life of abuse and secrets to attending a school he had only dreamt of with a newfound excitement and ego that complies with his infamous name.
The infamous boy with an egotistical spirit.
The tempered girl with an indestructible magic.
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Millie Donovan
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First Year
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It was the early hours of the morning in the summer of 1984, and Millie Donovan had been laying in bed for what seemed like hours upon hours. She desired nothing more than a cool breeze, for even the floating fan in the corner of her ancient bedroom was uselessly blowing hot air repeatedly around the space. Pale moonlight flooded the carpeted floor through a glass window just above her bed, and she found herself staring vaguely at it. The young girl was becoming increasingly aggravated, and it would not be long before white fury would begin licking her insides as it usually did, forcing her hot-temper to display itself.
Clenching the white sheets of her bed with damp fingers, she released a low groan, finally accepting defeat and sitting up; she did not fight the tear of frustration that danced down her freckled cheek, and stuck her bottom lip out into a stubborn pout. She was a child with extreme tempers, stomping her little foot at the most insignificant of stimuli.
Narrowed eyes thick with curiosity gazed out of the transparent window, glaring at the silvery claw in the night sky; deep breaths swiftly became calmer, and the child spent another long moment staring transfixed outside, lips parted.
It was not until two figures appeared at the end of the garden that the enigmatic girl became distracted once more, the familiar 'pop' announcing the arrival of her father.
"Daddy..." she whispered longingly, scrambling onto her knobbly knees and grasping the windowsill. As though the two men had heard her silent call, a pair of heads flicked instantaneously in her direction, causing the child's eyes to widen; in an abrupt motion, the girl had covered her face with her palms, peering through her fingers timidly in an attempt to hide herself. She was pleased with the reaction she received, and smiled lopsidedly as her father and his mysterious acquaintance serenaded the summer air with ringing laughs.
"Daddy..." she whined again, little fingers gripping the window-sill so harshly her knuckles were turning white. She stared, craving the comfort of her father as another sharp tear fell from a shining eyelid. She could vaguely make out his soft features, and tilted her head curiously as he sent her a wink; with a sharp click of his fingers, the girl felt a gentle wash of air curl through her hair, and her head began to droop sleepily. She barely registered her father shake the hand of the man with the deep scars, and fell back into her mother's arms gratefully.
"Daddy is magic," the child whispered, curling into the woman's lap with her head against her chest.
"So are you, my girl," the female whispered in return, taking her child's hand in hers; Millie parted her knuckles to reveal a minuscule sliver of stormy-grey that fitted her small hand as though custom-made. "A piece of the moon for you, from Moony, to keep you safe until you meet again."
Perhaps the child was dreaming now, because she was finally cool in the muggy temperature, watching sleepily as the silver liquid melted into her skin.
