Today was uneventful and boring. I can't see my muggle friend Tanya, and I Only see her on school holidays now. I can't go outside and practice my quidditch in the abandoned field a little ways from my house, even though I want to make the Gryffindor quidditch team really badly. Dad said he would practice with me when we come of hiding. Dad can't stand staying put much more than I can. Mum on the other hand seems perfectly content staying inside. She hates large crowds and says that as long as her family is safe, she's happy. Oh. And Nymphadora. She's only 11 months old. All she's really ever known is hiding. Tomorrow is her first birthday. Maybe our fate will be different. Maybe by some birthday magic we'll be out of this mess and I could show her how quidditch works.
Veronica sighed. She knew there was very little chance of birthday magic. After all, there was no news of were Acluzor was and birthdays could not hold wands. But she knew some people had a knack for having things happen on their birthday.
Well it's 9:32 at night and Mum is calling for me.
" Veronica!" Veronica's Mum yelled. " Come here please"
" Yes Mum!" Veronica replied. She hoped she wasn't in trouble.
" Did you brush your teeth?"
" Yes. And I took my shower, cleaned that picture of Uncle Ted and Aunt Victoire, and put Nymphadora to sleep."
"Be sure to brush your hair, Darling". Veronica's Mum said. "When your done. have a good night's sleep. I love you"
" I love you too Mum". With that, Veronica went upstairs and into the bathroom.
She took her brush and started to untangle the mess of silky black hair. When her hair was complete, Veronica braided it, and tied it off with a yellow scrunchie to match her nightgown. Veronica sighed. Her parents didn't like it when she wore night gowns, what of she needed to make a quick escape. And if nothing had happened at this point, nothing was ever going to happen. But she decided better safe than sorry, so she changed into a pale pink tank top and some Holyhead Harpies pajama pants. She looked at her face. She had her father's face, but her mother's dark skin and Indian eyes.
After she was done brushing her waist length hair, Veronica walked into her room. It was painted red and had Gryffindor banners and quidditch posters all over. Next to Veronica's bed, was a white wooden crib with a magic mobile that has stars, moons, wands, and brooms zooming around a pole. This was Nymphadora's bed of course. Nymphadora had her own room, but with the unsteady circumstances, she had to sleep right next to Veronica in case of attack. Veronica sighed. She felt so sorry for her sister. But, since Veronica could do nothing about it, she drifted of to a nice, dreamless sleep.
BANG BANG BANG THUMP! A strange noise woke Veronica. Her blood ran cold. Ohno. Veronica thought. He's found us. Then she fast as lightning, ran to the far side of her room. A million different things flurried though her head at once, but she knew she had just seconds to get her and Nymphadora OUT before he came upstairs. Finally, Veronica found the baby basket that held the Moleskin skins that held essential items such as money. Quicker than ever, Veronica gently, but swiftly, placed Nymphadora in the basket. When she was done, Veronica opened the window, climbed down the huge tree, and started running. She was glad she had changed out of the nightgown, but that wasn't on Veronica's mind.
Veronica was at least a mile away from home when Nymphadora woke up. (She had her favorite doll in a tight embrace when she was put in)She screamed and cried and damaged an explanation in her baby babble, but Veronica shushed her, in till they got to a park a good 5 miles away. Tired from all that running Veronica collapsed. And tired from screaming, Nymphadora fell asleep too.