Danie The Gallant witch HP fanfic

Chapter 1

More time passed and when I was one and a half year old, I saw my own reflextion for the first time. I had that same blonde hair as both my parent, only with a lighter color and I had mint-green eyes with fair skin. As I observed myself in the mirror I heard the sound of the doorbell coming from downstairs. I could hear someone walking towards the door and soon after my mother's voice welcoming whoever it was.
Dad was at work so my guess was that mom had invited a friend over.
With a bit of jumping, I got the door open and tried getting down the stairs but had to call for mother after two steps.
" Danie, meet my friend Amanda Wayne. She has a son in your age! I believe you will be the best of friends. "
I looked from my mom to the woman in front of me. She definitely didn't look like the type I'd like to get to know. It may have been because of the horrible combination of a dangerous amount of perfume she wore together with an awful blouse, or how she looked like someone who had never worked a day of her life and was depending on her husband. Still, if mother liked her, I could stand her too.
" Where's he, momma? " I asked and looked in to her blue eyes with an playful look in my own.
" He's in his own house sweetheart. You'll get to see him another day."
I frowned at that. Being in a child's body gave me the same mood swings as any normal child so when I couldn't play with him I got sad.
" But I wanna play."
" Not today honey."
I pouted even more and went upstairs again to be miserable by myself. That's when I saw it. But only for a second. I didn't even have time to see if I hallucinated or not. I thought I saw my hair turn blue, but I blinked and when I checked again, my hair was blonde once more.
Just like mommy said, Mrs. Wayne came by some days later, and with her was her son Scott. Scott was a boy with brow hair that his mother somehow had managed to lay perfectly parted in two at the top of his head. As the finishing touch, he wore a shirt and some sort of sweater vest over it, something I hadn't seen since pictures of men during world war 2.
I would say I was his direct opposite when it came to clothes, but I had yet to join my parents in any sort of shopping for myself, so I wasn't much better of. Don't get me wrong. My parents were in no way making me wear obscured clothes like way too fashionable clothes with fur or ribbons on them all the time, but it wasn't what I would have bought. It was too many dresses. I never liked those things.
There I stood, in a dress with too many colorful patterns and observed the shy boy in front of me in what would be our first, " play date ".
Both mothers gave us encouraging nods and looks and I soon realized there really weren't any ways for me to avoid it. Because of that I did the best available option and gave the boy a smile before dragging him up to my room with assurances like, " Your mother won't do anything else then drinking tea anyways" and " Don't be such a worrywart."
As we went in to my room, I could already hear our mothers' laughter from downstairs.
Turning towards Scott, I saw how he was looking around in the room. I had to admit, for being a child's room, it didn't look like it was being used.
All of my toys had been put where I thought they looked good, unless they were somewhat funny. The children books in the bookshelf were dusty and untouched. The only books that weren't in that state were the once I had "borrowed" from my dad's office on a more advanced level. Those books were hidden underneath the bed, so the chance anyone saw them was little.
Thinking about it, a lot had chanced in there since I was younger. The walls were no longer white with red dots, but a light mint green color as well as the bed sheets and pillows. The crib was gone and in its place stood a normal sized childbed. The amount of plush toys had increased and was now taking up most of the bed.
After realizing I had lost myself there in my train of thoughts, I went back to observing Scott. Luckily, it didn't look like I had forgotten about him too long.
" Do you want to play something? I know! We could play hide and seek!"
" Hide- hide and seek?" he repeated hesitantly.
" Yes, haven't you played it before?"
" N-No..... " he said and looked away.
Surprise painted my face at his words. Sure, we may not be two yet but even I have met other children before this and played it with them. I'm not exactly friends with them, but we were still small babies so... But I know where one of the kids live! I heard his mother say that they lived on Horseham Grove street. Like seriously!?! Horse ham??? God, that never ceases to amuse me. Probably the only reason I remember that the boy living there was named Piers.
" Then I guess I'll just have to teach yah! It's simple really, one of us count to twenty and the other hide. When the one counting is done, they start looking for the one who's hiding! If you're hiding, be quiet. Got it?"
" Okay..."
" Good. Oh and even if I'm looking for you, while we are playing, don't show yourself. If it's too hard to find anyone, you say, " I give up". I can start counting if you want. We can hide anywhere on this floor."
He nodded and I laid my hands over my eyes before starting to count. The low sound of small feet running away was heard and I couldn't help but smile. Children isn't something I have considered having since my first life, but being this close to one, I can't help but miss the feeling.
" 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20! I'm coming!" I called out.
The door to my room was now open which it wasn't before so I left it while being overly dramatic about trying to find him which was rewarded with giggles from somewhere.
I smiled widely and walked around. It was moments like these, I enjoyed the chance to be a child once more the most.