Prologue
Evelyn Potter lived for Love.
It was a flower and a stag, a mad dog and a lonely wolf.
"Not Evie, take me! Take me instead!"
"Hello, Prongslet."
A cloak.
It was buck teeth and red hair, a pair of Cheshire smiles.
It was lemon drops and a tabby cat, a tiny being with mismatched socks.
"Gred and Forge at your service."
"I is Dobby, Evie Potter Miss."
"I, well I see myself with a pair of fuzzy woolen socks."
A stone.
Evelyn Potter died for Love as well.
It was blood and ashes, a fallen friend, daughter, sister, brother.
It was a bitter man and a spectral doe, a quiet vow in the face of destruction.
"Y-You have your mother's eyes."
A wand.
It was tiny hands and a gummy smile, pink hair and amber eyes.
"We're calling him Teddy, and well, we hoped you'd be the godmother."
A Master.