Solis

CHAPTER I

With her long, gorgeous red hair and gorgeous pale skin, Margaretta Prewett was born as charming witch. Nobody could help but stare at her as she made her way down to the Great Hall, holding her books firmly in her arms and waving at her sister, Molly Prewett, who was seated at the Gryffindor table with her lover, Arthur Weasley. As the boys at her table gaped at her, she sat down with her Ravenclaw friends, who immediately began laughing.

Being the youngest of the three siblings, she was born with her two oldest brothers, Fabian and Gideon, and her oldest sister, Molly. They were always there to protect her, regardless of where she appeared. She consistently insisted to them that no harm would come to her, and that even if it occurred, she would be able to protect herself. Molly cut her off by expressing how much she loved her younger sister and how she was the one person Molly wanted to protect until she met someone to love and bear children with.

"Margy, remember! We won't allow boys touch you," she warned, making Margaretta laugh heartily, although she doesn't want to marry. She just enjoyed reading books and maybe build her own property. It's not that she didn't believe in true love, but if there was, she wanted it to be wonderful.

Margaretta's favorite pastime is planting a large number of sunflowers in their small backyard. She has no idea why she adored yellow so much, but it reminded her of the sun and summer since it reminded her of home, and she wished to own a flower shop because she believed it would make everyone happy and it had been her lifelong goal since she was a kid.

Margaretta was pleased when she heard about his sister's wedding to Arthur one afternoon. "I hope you don't mind putting a sunflower on your wedding dress," she said, giggling.

And although Molly was too young to marry for Margaretta, she wasn't disappointed—she was indeed happy for her sister. She could also knit, as she gently sewed the sunflowers onto her sister's dress.

"This is wonderful!" Molly said as she twirled around, her gaze fixed on the hem of his bridal gown. "Arthur would love it," she continued.

"Everyone else will," she said as she kissed her sister's face—putting a sunflower crown on her hair.

Margaretta became a prefect during her fifth year at Hogwarts, gently taking points to anyone bold enough to roam around Hogwarts at midnight; she understood adventure was thrilling, but a rule is a rule. She also guided every first-year student who was having difficulty remembering the passageways and corridors at Hogwarts.

"I suppose you're third year, which book is it?" She smiled at a boy with black short hair, who was pale and a Slytherin, he was looking at a book on the shelf for a lengthy moment. He was taken aback by her presence at first, "Oh, I am so sorry, I thought you were having problems getting the book you want," she immediately apologized, and smiled at him.

The boy merely gave her a harsh stare before walking away. Margaretta smiled weakly as she continued to concentrate on her studies inside the library. The next day, he found the boy again— being bullied by Gryffindors, and she deducted points from them. "Gryffindor should be brave enough to protect and fight in a necessary circumstances, not to harm anyone only to satisfy themselves; 10 points taken for bullying a Slytherin."

The Gryffindor's four boys muttered and retreated. "Do not allow them to hurt you, are you alright?" she chuckled gently to the slytherin boy as she helped her stand up. A Gryffindor girl sprinted towards the Slytherin.

"Are you okay, Sev?" The girl asked. Margaretta smiled at them before walking away, leaving them alone.

Margaretta believed being a prefect was exciting. She even gifted her Professor McGonagall a pot of sunflowers before she graduated, and she was acknowledged as one of Ravenclaw's bright students as everyone applauded for her. However, a terrible situation awaited her as soon as she went outside of Hogwarts.

There had been a war. Margaretta continued to fight as she struggled to live while also protecting her family. She joined the Order, along with Lily Evans and her husband James Potter. She remembered them, as well as everyone else from Hogwarts. And she was pleased that they were here to protect and fight with her.

Margaretta spotted a flower shop in a muggle neighbourhood one day after being unable to sleep for nearly a week due to her fear of losing everyone. She pushed open the door as the woman behind the counter greeted her. "May I see a sunflower?" Margaretta asked, smiling at her.

"A nice young lady like you shouldn't walk outside alone," she said, pointing to the sunflowers queuing up in front of the shop with the tulips and roses.

"Thank you, but I'll be fine." Margaretta responded humbly as she walked outside, bent down, as her long yellow dress' hems reaching the ground—she touched the sunflower, missing its smell and appearance. It reminds her of everything, particularly her home.

"What a lovely day it is." Margaretta was startled as someone spoke next to her, but not glancing at them, too focused on the sunflower, she immediately blushed in embarrassment, as she suddenly realized she didn't respond for a moment. Margaretta slowly decided to stand up, and smiled at the young man in front of him, but what struck her the most was the young man's face, he had wavy blonde hair, and gorgeous blue eyes, that made her heart fluttered.

"Hello, I, sure, I'm sorry," she faltered, shying away. The young man laughed and knelt down to play with the sunflowers. "Aren't they pretty?" he asked.

"Yes," Margaretta responded.

The young man didn't say anything as he stood up and grinned at her. Margaretta began to squirm. "Ah, did I make you uncomfortable? I am sorry.” The young man said.

"Oh no! You weren't, I—" She lurched forward as the young man caught her.

"Be careful there," he winked. "Oh yes, well, thank you," Margaretta said, feverishly blushing and straightening her white dress.

"I believe I need to go," Margaretta replied, feeling that wasting time in muggle world was risky enough, especially while her family was in grave danger. The young man grinned at her, revealing his perfectly white teeth. "Would you mind if we met here again tomorrow, same time? I kind of wanted to taste the drinks here, if that's alright?"

Margaretta nodded, "Yes, lovely!" She blushed and surprised to her own respond.

She arrived home embarrassed, telling Molly everything, who was giggling at her younger sister. That she had possibly found her true love and was really glad for her. Margarett came the next day to find him fiddling with the sunflowers in front of the flower shop.

"Hello," she called to him. The two of them decided to carry on their conversation in the nearest tea shop. They both had a cup of tea, and Margaretta remained smiling as the young man told him a story, she even liked the way he spoke poetry to her; she found it funny enough to laugh—but she told him she appreciated it.

They always met every day to discuss and rant while drinking different types of tea in the shop they were in. But Margaretta was too terrified to tell him she was a witch, so she kept it hidden while she eventually fell in love with him. She was delighted, happy to meet someone, forgetting all the worries she had from the war.

One day, Margaretta tenderly caressed her belly and announced to her sister and two brothers, "I'm pregnant."

Molly gasped, "Oh, Margy!" She cried as she hugged him, that even during in the darkness, there were still occasions when everyone needed someone to lighten their life. As Molly continued to encourage him to just stay at home, to protect her child, as Margaretta’s womb became larger.

"I have to," she replied, squeezing her sister's hand hard to reassure her that she would be alright. But Molly knew better, that although she was pregnant, death eaters have no mercy in killing one, and she was terrified. Everyone dreaded fighting and hiding for a month. Margaretta grieved that night, clutching the letter in her hands—he had abandoned her after discovering who she truly is. After both of them learned who they really were.

Molly, as much as she wishes she could, is unable to fight. She had a family to protect and care after, as she remembered how many petty arguments her and Margaretta had concerning the baby and how her youngest sister still decided to fight while carrying a baby.

After her two younger brothers were killed in the war, she understood she had made a tremendous mistake by not fighting alongside with them, and what came to her—is a devastating news about Margaretta. "No, no..." she cried as Arthur wrapped his arms around her.