The next day was like any other day. I got up and got ready to face the day. But something about today felt off like something bad was going to happen. I pushed the feeling to the back to my mind though because nothing was going to happen. Why would it? The world is a safe place right? But then again I'm 3 and I thought nothing bad could happen. The day started off normally Dad went to work and mom and I did stuff. We went flying today which was a nice change but then the horror began. Packing, lots and lots of packing to get ready to go to France. Not that I don't love that we're going to France but I hate that I couldn't do anything while mom packed everything for dad, her and I. I decided to just go play with my toys in my room till Mom was done. Dad came home hours later and we had dinner. Life was the same so far wake up, have breakfast, do stuff, lunch, more stuff, dad comes home, dinner, do more stuff and bed. Someday I hope life will be eat, sleep, and play quidditch. That's what I want to do when I grow up either be a professional quidditch player or a curse breaker. Mostly a quidditch player but who knows what the future will bring. Hopefully, it's a good one. But who knows.
"Come on Princess time for bed"
"Kay daddy" I got up from my place on his lap and went up to bed. But even though I was happy something felt wrong. Something bad was going to happen I could feel it.
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The Forgotten One
Fiksi PenggemarYou know my baby cousin's story. You probably even know my older cousin James' story. You also probably think I don't exist. Well, this is my story, the story of Isabella Dorea Potter. (Bill Weasley romance)
