• Chapter 2 - The beginning of something else


    Two years have passed since that gruesome night and nothing in the village indicated that unless the weeds and wild plants that started gradually to take over the former home of the Potters.
    In the village where nothing happened the story of the disappearance of the couple came to be told by the elderly, although the immense speculation, no one could enter into agreement with the final that couple and their two children had taken. The facts had been suppressed by the Ministry of Magic that in that same night that pulled the bodies from the house and masked the whole scene making it seem that everything had gone from a strange flaw in the electrical system and that the family was safe. Only two people knew that this was not true and have wondered what would have been the made of the other's Potters son, since Jamilly was with them, probably waking up at that instant.
    In a small house near the end of the village life couldn't be happier. Hellen was making pancakes while John was reading his newspaper and sipping coffee when the kitchen door swung open.
    "Good morning" said a smiling girl with very shiny orange hair.
    "Good morning, Princess!" Hellen said with great tenderness, as she approached the girl to kiss her forehead. "And. .."
    "Happy birthday!" the couple said at the same time.
    Since they didn't know the day she was born, they decided they should celebrate hes birthday on the day that they had found her (on Halloween). You must be thinking how could they keep this mask on for much longer, because in a few years the girl should go to school and they had to had a birth certificate or other identifying document for the little one. Well, here you got: John's younger brother worked in the municipal records and, as a favor to his brother and sister-in-law, from whom he had seen so much sorrow, he forged birth records for the girl, as soon as they promised him that they had done nothing illegal to get the child.
    "Our girl is growing so fast … It was just yesterday that she was crawling through the house and now she's doing three years old!"said Helen with a little tear of joy running down her face, that she hurried to clean.
    The girl's eyes shone like stars, when she approached the table and saw a pink and white helmet on it.
    "Your present is outside. What do you think if after breakfast, we went to try it?" Asked John while he caress the hair of the girl who had hopelessly won the hearts of both.
    The smile of the girl opened up further, "Can't we go now?" She asked hopefully.
    "I told your father that he should only give you the helmet after you eat, but he hears me!? Of course not! Neither one of you does!" Hellen said trying to sound angry, but completely failing and starting to laugh. "Come on, eat your breakfast and then you can go play outside with you father, for as long as you can hold on." She said with a smile.
    "Wouldn't you rather say: for as long as your father hold on!?" Corrected John also smiling.
    Jamilly started eating pancakes at an impressive rate.
    "Slow down Maggy! At this rate you'll get sick …" said Hellen worried but at the same time, happy with the enthusiasm of the girl.

    Minutes later, the little one was on top of her new bike (those with a wicker basket in the front and support wheels at the back) and with her pink and white helmet, that matched so well with the bike.
    John followed the girl, encouraging her to continue. "Come on, Maggy! That's right! You're doing just fine! You just have to continue to pedal... "
    As she keeped pedaling, Jamilly was gaining confidence, and pretty soon as she was riding really quickly with the wind whipping in her face and her big red hair fluttering behind her. John was running after her.
    After a while, the girl stopped already tired. She took off her helmet and looked up smiling as ever. "I was doing well, daddy?" Asked in her sweet and innocent little voice.
    John smiled at her, "Okay, but you have to slow down. Your father no longer has twenty years..."

    At that moment, a tall man with platinum hair and gray, cold and cruel eyes went across the street with his young son, also blond, by the hand.
    The boy looked at that typical family scene that was happening on the other side of the street "Is that an angel, daddy?" Asked without stopping to look at the girl. (Remember that this boy is only three years and is still not "formatted" with all that stupidity about pure blood and hatred of Muggles)
    Jamilly had the strange feeling that she was being watched and looked away from John, truly curious. When she saw that boy looking at her, grinned and waved to him happily.
    Delighted, the boy smiled and waved, before his father could stop him."What do you think you're doing, Draco!? We're too superior to mix with scum like the Muggles!" Said angry because of the unacceptable behavior that his child exhibited at that time. "Let's go. I've seen enough for one day! And remember, Draco: I do not want to see you talking to those nasty and unworthy Muggles" said Lucius sharply.
    "Yes, father ..." said sadly the boy, who knew better than to thwart his father, while he was being dragged back home. He didn't think the girl was nasty, he had never seen anything so beautiful and he couldn't erase from his memory the image of that sweet smile.

    The next day, Jamilly returned to where she had seen the boy. In this village there weren't many children and all who lived there were older than her and didn't want her company during the afternoons of running and playing. This new boy brought with him the hope of a friend with whom she could play. Don't misunderstand: she loved playing with his parents (John and Helen) but it wasn't the same as having someone with her own age.
    When she was about to give up on finding the boy and was preparing to return home, saw him turn the corner, all by himself. With her usual smile, she ran up to him. "Hello!" Said in a singing voice.
    Draco turned around startled and but when he saw who it was grinned "Hello!" Said, only after realizing that he shouldn't have done that, that just then he disobeyed his father for the first time. "Sorry, but I can't talk to you." He said, starting to move away.
    Jamilly thought that that was strange, but was not willing to give up so easily "And why can't you talk to me?"
    Draco stopped and looked back at her, "Because my father said he didn't want to see me talking to you ..." he said sadly.
    She gave him a very naughty smile "But your father isn't here now, is he?" Asked with false innocent.
    The boy raised an eyebrow suspiciously, "No. He went to work and only comes back much later..." he said, getting even more suspicious with the smile that she had by that time.
    "So if he's not here you are not doing anything wrong ...". Seeing the face of shock in the boy who was about to say something, she hastened to continue "If he's not here he can't SEE you talking to me and so you're not doing anything wrong. Isn't it truth? "
    The logic of the girl was weird but it made sense until the moment and he really wanted to be her friend "I think you're right." He said smiling. Then he realized that he didn't knew the girl's name. "My name is Draco. And yours?" He asked, stretching out his hand.
    "I'm Margarett, but everyone calls me Maggy" she said and looked at Draco's outstretched hand. "What's that?" She asked pointing to the hand of the boy who was still reaching for her.
    He looked at her "I do not know. When my father meets someone, they shake hands with each other..." he said smiling as he let down his hand. "I think it's one of the strange things that the older people usually do..."
    They looked at each other and started laughing about the "strange" things adults did and because they knew so little about them. "Maggy, my father may not know that we're friends, or he'll get pretty upset." He said when he stoped laughting.
    She looked at him with his big bright eyes, "Okay! This could be our first little secret!" she said with conviction and full of happiness. Finally had a friend, a friend that she would always cherish "Did you been at the playground?" She asked.
    "No. Me and my parents we moved yesterday and I still don't know anything around here... "
    The girl came up closer to him, took his hand on her and started running happily, "Come on. I'll show you the town and then we can go play...". When she looked back, saw that Draco was smiling at her and that made her smile even more.

    From that moment, every day at the same hour Draco and Jamilly met to play and talk, and soon they would be the two bigger best friends around there.