Book 1:
On the night, 31st October 1981, Voldemort came to my house because a prophecy. He murdered my parents and attempted to kill my brother Harry but was unsuccessful and left him with the famous 'lightning bolt' scar. He was famous among witche...
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I was just putting Lily down for nap when there was screaming outside. I looked out the window and saw Luna, Dean and an old man I couldn't clearly see who he was all with Dobby. I put Lily down in her crib hoping she sleep through this until everything became clear why they were here.
I ran downstairs alerting Bill and Fleur on my way and they quickly scrambled to their feet following closely behind me as I ran out the door towards them. Dobby saw us first. What the hell happened.
"Mistress Arianna." Dobby exclaimed. "Dobby, hopes you are well."
"Hi Dobby, what on earth is going on? Why are you hear?" I asked absolutely bewildered as to what brought them here.
"Master Wheezy sent Dobby here with his friends from Malfoy Manor." My breath hitched. WHAT!
"Why on god's earth are they doing there? Are they bloody mental! Malfoy Manor!" it suddenly hit they wouldn't willing go there unless they got caught by snatchers and were taken there. "Dobby bring them back here right now." He really didn't need telling twice. Fleur was helping the old man into the house as I recognized him Olivander. Panic was overtaking my senses. Worst case scenarios ran through my mind as my legs gave way beneath my body. Dean and Bill helped me inside. My thoughts running wild as I tried on to process what was happening I heard Bill asking questions to Dean and Luna but I couldn't focus on a single word spoken in the room.
What managed to hold my attention. Was the sound of Lily howling her heart out upstairs. I ran from the room to check on her. Solely focusing on this task of getting to my baby. I need to focus on her as I can't think of anything else. I can't think of the possibility of losing anyone of them right now. It would break me and I need to hold my shit together for her. I am all she's got. She solely relies on me to survive and without me neither of would live.
I reached our room and immediately scooped her up in my arms trying to calm and sooth her. It wasn't working. I gently bounced her in my arms swaying my body a little attempting to rock her to sleep. It was working I went to lay her back in her crib but that only stirred her. I decided to go downstairs continuing to rock whilst she settled against my body. Her small hand tightly grasping my top making her delicate fingers turn white. I brushed her fiery red hair out of eyes walking back into the living room. Lily was now three months old and was getting bigger by the day. I love watching her all day not wanting to miss a second. Soaking it all up in hope to share these memories I have with him when we are reunited. Soon, I hope.
Dean and Luna's eyes went wide as I took a seat in the one the armchairs.
"Yes, are you going to stare at me like that forever Dean?" I joke. This seemed to push him out of his daze.
"Who's baby is that?" he asked bluntly.
"Mine."
"Aww, she is beautiful." Luna almost sang in her day-dreamy voice.
