Screaming was all that resonated from a thought to be abandoned house. A young woman was giving birth, her best friend by her side, tears streaming down her face for her friend and the condition that she was in.
The fullness of the moon shone in pale glory through mismatched, gaping holes that littered the ceiling and roof. At last after what seemed like a lifetime for both, a baby girl emerged, despite having just been born, her cries were minimal as her closed eyes shrouded her from the moonlight.
Her mother held her gently in her arms, silencing the already quiet cries, as she gazed down at her precious bundle. When a yawn escaped her, she settles down, nestling into what sparing warmth she had. Before they drifted off together she muttered something.
"My little girl, my little Kamira."
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A Hybrid at Hogwarts
FantasyVoldemort had been defeated years ago by a baby and the wizarding world was settling down. A world that young Kamira Hala never knew she belonged in. Having been on the streets of Aberystwyth for years after the untimely passing of her mother, she's...
