Chapter 1
Tonks POV
Nymphadora jumped out of bed excitedly, yesterday was a Tuesday that means it’s officially her favorite day of the week Wednesday or as she liked to call it Harry Day! Once a week the adults liked to get together and she got to spend time babysitting her favorite little girl Harry, who she knew was a girl thank you very much, just because Harry didn’t morph into a girl in front of the adults like she did with her doesn’t mean she’s wrong! She rushed through her morning routine only tripping four times! A new record low! She looked in the mirror and wrinkled her nose a bit, making her hair the sparkly pink fluffy curls that Harry liked so much and turning her eyes green so she could match her little friend. She rushed downstairs absolutely bouncing with energy, “Mum! Da! Hurry up!,” she called excitedly, “It’s Harry Day!!!” She bounded into the living room with a huge smile on her face at seeing her parents sitting and waiting for her only to freeze when she saw that her mum’s eyes were puffy and red… mum never cried. “Mum, is something wrong?” she asked a little waiver in her previously cheery voice.
“Nymphadora dear, please sit down, there's something we need to tell you,” her mum said, her usually strong voice sounding weak and broken.
To this day Nymphadora can’t remember exactly what was said but she remembered the gist of it, Uncle Siri had betrayed Lily and James to you-know-who and now they were gone. Dumbledore stole Harry, refusing to let her parents raise her. She remembered going back up to her room and crying herself back to sleep knowing just one thing, she wouldn’t have anymore Harry day’s at least not for a long time.
Harry POV
Little Harry woke up to a loud screech and looked around scared, where was Mummy? Where was she? She never went anywhere without Mummy unless she was with Dora. She looked up in the direction of the screeching and saw a strange woman with yellow hair and pale blue eyes and immediately started crying trying to pull away from her. She didn’t know this woman, she wasn’t one of the people she met with her mummy.
The next thing she knew she was being stuffed in a small, dark room, and heard loud yelling from outside. She didn’t like the yelling, the room smelt bad, and something with long legs was crawling towards her. She started to scream and wail pulling into a corner and covering herself with her blankie, she wanted her mummy… she wanted her dora. She wanted to be anywhere but this scary room. If only she knew as her hair turned sparkly pink and fiery red that it would be a long time before she got what she wanted again.