246 Raven Road

Chapter 1.

4 years later...

A woman stood at the docs, squinting into the early fog. She wore over sized boots and a faded yellow gardening dress.
Her blonde hair was tangled and sweaty, but her blue eyes were full of unexplainable happiness.
A tug at her skirt made her look down, and pretty blue eyes just like hers stared back at her.
It was Mireia.
Her pretty dirty blonde hair was pulled back into a small ponytail and she had a small smile on her face.
"Good morning, Mireia." Luna said softly, picking her daughter up.
Mireia giggled softly. "Good. Mommy, do you love me?"
Luna raised a pale eyebrow at the strange question.
"Yes, butterfly, why?"
Mireia shrugged. "I had a dream where you had run away."
Lunas thin hands found their way to Mireia's cheeks and she pressed a small kiss on her beautiful daughter's forehead.
"Oh, Mireia. I would never, ever leave you."
Mireia's serious lips broke into a smile and she laughed. "I knew it was all a dream."
Luna put Mireia down and took her small hand in hers. As the sun rose once more over their lighthouse home, mother and daughter walked hand in hand back to shore.

Luna knelt in her garden, humming a song not known. She pruned the roses and whispered soft encouragements to the posies.
She thought anxiously of Draco, as she did most days.
Mireia was trying to get her kite to fly, the wind blowing it far to little, although it was a windy day.
Luna's lips formed an unconscious smile at the thought of her little angel.
What sweet mercy from heaven had blessed her with this child, Luna asked herself every day.
"Mireia!" She called, her voice drifting down the slope to the rocky shores.
The small child stopped what she was doing and turned towards the musical voice.
Luna put down her clippers and motioned for Mireia to walk up the mountain, standing unevenly after having been on the floor quite a while.
They went inside, and were eating a sandwich made from crummy bread, when an owl flew threw the open window and past the Petunias.
It was a black owl, nothing like anything Luna had ever seen, its great wings flapping, creating another breeze in the realm of the sky.
Mireia giggled at the sight of the creature and blinked her blue eyes at it.
The letter was windswept and old, like it had traveled a great distance to reach their humble home.
Luna grabbed it with shaking hands, feeling her eyes tearing when she saw the scrawling handwriting on the well worn paper.
"Look, Mireia, It's your daddy."
Enclosed was a picture of Draco, barely recognizable and covered in black dust.
"That's not my dad." Mireia said sharply, pushing back from the table and running to the window in a fit.
Luna bit her lip at this rebellion, knowing a good mother would scold her child without hesitation.
"Oh, but, butterfly. You understand that he has been imprisoned for as long as you've been alive, correct? They didn't treat him very well." Luna explained, placing the letter on her lap and tilting her head.
Mireia said nothing, staring at the restless sea that mirrored her sentiments.
For a 4  year old, she was quite stubborn and felt deeply, refusing to forgive the photo of her father.
Luna stood and walked to her daughter, crouching down and pulling her into a hug. "It's hard, I know. But let's read what your daddy has to say, no?"
Luna did not know how to be a parent, how to coax a child or discipline one, yet never let it be said Luna Lovegood spoiled her child.
Mireia's firmly set mouth softened a bit. "Does he love me?"
Luna felt her heart break. "Oh, butterfly, why wouldn't he?" She cooed, pressing a kiss to her daughters cheek.
Mireia let out a sigh, and then in her small mind made her decision. "Alright, mommy. We can read daddy's letter." She said sternly, as if she were the adult.
Luna bit back a smile and nodded. "Come with me."
Luna sat back in her chair and pulled Mireia onto her lap, reaching for the letter with one hand.

"Dear Luna and Mireia,
I give my love, what I have left, to you.
The prison is dark, and you are my light.
They say they are letting me out tomorrow
Come to the docs, please.

Love, Draco."

Luna read the last sentences and her eyes blurred, the letter fell limply from her hand and she stood, pushing a startled Mireia from her lap.
"Oh! Oh! Oh billywobbles and frashnibbles!" Luna exclaimed, running to get a pen and paper, calling to Mireia that if she could close the windows so the owl couldn't escape it would be lovely.
Mireia did so, before beckoning the owl onto her hand and petting it softly, a smile on her hands.
She did not understand why her mother was in such a hurry, she had spaced out after I send my love to you.
Did he? Or did he keep it all to himself, like a selfish person? She asked herself, a small frown puckering her face as she watched her mother run around aimlessly before thumping down on a chair and scribbling our words.
Luna gave the letters to the owl and opened a window.
"Good luck!" She called to the owl as it flew across the treacherous sea.
Mireia ran to Luna and stared at the owl.
"What's happening?" She asked slowly, as if afraid of the answer.
Luna turned with a dreamy smile on her face and she wrapped her pale, thin, arms around herself. "Tomorrow we're going to see your father. He's coming home!"
Mireia opened her mouth. It was expected of her to respond with joyous laughter and smile and cry of happiness, yet all she felt was remorse.
This man, she did not think she could call him Draco, had not watched her grow up. He'd been rotting in a cell, bit she didn't want to see him.
All her life it had been Luna and Mireia, mother and daughter.
Yet now this man was coming, and Mireia couldn't help the burning fire of anger that sparked inside her.
Luna's smile faded as she realized her daughter had not reacted as wanted.
"What's wrong?" Luna asked, leaning against the potted windowsill in confusion.
"I do not want him to come." Mireia spat out, stomping her foot.
Luna felt angry as well, not understanding why Mireia was not happy her father was coming home.
"Why, Mireia. That's such a mean thing to say."
Mireia felt sad for a moment and was tempted to say sorry at the rejection in her mother's voice.
Luna spun on her heel and walked out the door, heading for the shore.
Mireia watched her mother slip her small, dainty, feet out of her boots and dip them in the water.
Mireia crumbled up on the floor and cried.