Family

"Take him, Mom!" Giving the kid to her mom, she hurries and puts the little boy in her hands. "Mom, please take care of him like a muggle; he can't be introduced into this wizarding world. Lily has already relocated with her child, Harry; make sure never to return until it's time for him to go to school. Okay, Mom?" 

Looking at her daughter with tears running down her face, she tries to voice her concern. "Listen, Morgan, you don't have to take the last stance with your husband. Dumbledore is just a walking power trip; you'll be safer with me!" 

Listening to her mom yelling, she shakes her head. "My friends have died for this cause, like the longbottoms; they are now permanently disabled because of my mistake of not informing them correctly." 

She grabbed her shoulders and said, "Listen, my daughter, my love, you didn't cause that. That was a simple mistake. They would've gone regardless, even if you did tell them." 

Shaking her face with tears, she said, "No, no." Moving her mother's hands off her, she said, "Just take Wanya and leave; that man is coming. You don't wanna be here when he comes, okay?" 

Hugging each other, Morgan's husband comes into the room they're in. "Paula, are you ready to go? I just spotted the death eaters getting closer." She moved from her daughter with her grandson in her arms. 

"I'm ready." Saying that the floo network begins shining. "I love you two, okay? No matter what, come back to me." Smiling at them, her son-in-law and daughter smile back and nod. "Bye." Hopping into the floo, the two are left alone.

"Ready, my love?" he says, taking her hand. Then he pulls out his wand. This is the last time I'm going to see your face." Smiling while crying, he takes her face in his hand. I love you," she says back, gasping in between while crying. Holding each other, they put their heads together. "For a happy ending?" She smiles at this comment. "For a happy ending." 

Soon, their door gets blasted off its hinges, hearing the death eaters run into their room, with Lord Voldemort at the front. Nobody makes it out.

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Walking out of the floo system, the fire stops, and she destroys the fireplace. 

Looking around where she is, it's an abandoned mansion. "This is going be fun..." Saying that to herself, she fixes a chair and places her grandson on it. 

"It looks like it's just you and me right now." Smiling with seemingly no worry, she realized she had to be strong for herself and him. She picked him up and spun him around. "We got this, don't we, Wanya?" Laughing, she affectionately rubbed her face with his. "I think I will make this an orphanage for other kids with no families, too; how does that sound?" Wanya laughs. "Yeah, I think it's a great idea too, you have friends your age. Though, I'll have to get them adopted before you turn twelve... well, we can figure that out, haha!" 

And just like that, years go by. 

Waking up on a bed, the boy has a bright expression. Getting up, he goes and grabs his watch on the left of him. Checking the time, it's 4:56 a.m. Dragging his body unwillingly, he goes to his dresser, which is slightly worn down with cracks here and there. He puts on a shirt and some clean pants. He looks outside the window and sees yet another day of clouds and rain.

Sighing to himself, he grabs the broom by the side of his door and begins to do his list of chores. The first chore is relatively straightforward: sweeping the hallways. It is quick and easy, but the only downside is how often he has to do it. 

His other chores are cleaning the toilets, wiping down the windows, cleaning the table, and setting it up. 

While doing each task, he realized he could do things the other kids couldn't. For example, he could whisk his hand when cleaning the hallways, and the broom would magically clean for him. 

The same happened while cleaning the windows regularly.

He often does this when none of the other kids are up. 

After finishing all his tasks, he wakes up the other kids. Walking into each room, he opens the curtains and says, "Rise and Shine!" 

Smiling at them all, he takes the youngest to the bathroom. Another girl named Charlotte helps him get her to use the bathroom and helps him clean her up. "Charlotte, thank you, like always." Nodding at him, she just lightly smiles. "Helping you with this is the very least I can do. You do a lot of work." Whipping off the youngest face, she takes the youngest hand. "We'll be at the kitchen table." Nodding at her, he cleans himself up a little bit and also heads out. 

Walking out of the bathroom, two other kids are arguing like usual. Ignoring them, he walks to the kitchen to take a seat. 

"Where's Avery?" Sitting down, he looks around and sees three other people missing. The two were arguing, and there was one other one. 

"Avery is in her room doing her makeup. Considering everyone except us two is getting adopted today, they would want to look their best. Isn't that right, Ava?" Hugging the youngest on her lap, Charlotte kisses her on the cheek and rubs her face against hers as Ava sits there like a doll used to it. 

"Well, surely, of course. But does it take that long to do makeup?" Wanya says with a confused smile. Butting in, a boy with brown hair and a slightly mad expression says. "It shouldn't, they're just doing too much!" 

"Well, you're also not a girl." Responding, Wanya smiles at him. 

"I can still point out things that have to do with them!" he says, his expression rough.

Wanya nods at him with a subtle expression. Shortly after, Avery comes down with the two other kids, who were arguing. Taking their seats, the headmistress/caretaker asks if they are all at the table, and they all scream yes.