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Tossing and turning in bed I nestle once more underneath my warm, yet itchy, blankets. I should get up before my uncle comes to get me. A punctual man he is, uncle Libatius. As a kid I used to call him uncle Libby. Since he took on the role of my caretaker a simple 'Uncle' had been suffice. I toss around once more. 5 more minutes. Just to sort out the itinerary for today.
As usual, we start the day of with making the bed. Something my uncle was quite particular about. Even though the small cottage we stay in was rather dilapidated, my uncle maintained a strict cleaning and maintenance schedule to keep the place presentable. He is a rather contradicting man. Particular about routines, though our lifestyle is far from that. Somehow the man hovers between a hard rocker version of a hippie and a classic parental figure.
After that, breakfast. I hope more peppers and tomatoes have grown in today. We've plenty of eggs, yet lack the greens to make a decent omelette. I'm in the mood for a comfy, nurturing breakfast today. That is if our vegetable patch if willing to deliver.
We're not as far from civilisation as most people with our lifestyle would be. Yet my dearest uncle has managed to house us in a place as far urban life as possible. Our home is a small cottage, nestled between the trees in the hilly landside of Scotland. I've grown up learning how to live of the land. Everything one would need in day-to day life was present. We had a large vegetable patch, chickens, water tanks and even a cow for milk. That is until she stops giving us milk. When that time comes the cow will be used for something else. A terrible practice if you ask me. As a kid I begged my uncle to stop with it. He eventually gave in, only to trade the meat for a new milk-giving cow. Not exactly the goal of my pleas, but I had given up the battle none the less.
We don't have electricity at the cottage. My uncle deemed it unnecessary, since we have magic. I tend to disagree. Even though I've been trained many years to master wizardry, it was the farthest from my goals in life. I've enrolled in a regular school, with 'muggle' children, as my uncle would say. I don't really care for his arguments against regular muggle life. It's been most I've known and I'm perfectly content with it. I aspire to go to college, get a job, a house with running water and electricity and live as ordinary as possible.
My participation in muggle life had always been a point of argument in our household. I love my muggle friends. They make me feel normal. Going to the cinema, restaurant and shops gives me a sense of normalcy. And that's precisely what I'm after in this life.
Dear Uncle doesn't agree though. He has told me stories about the wizarding world. Mostly about its dangers. And those dangers are the exact reason why we're held up in a little cottage, as far from society as possible. Apparently we are under constant threat from the wizarding world. At least, that's what my uncle believes. I've been fortunate enough to never cross path with one of the parties that are hunting us down.
I know there are magic wielding folk that know about our whereabouts. From time to time my uncle would have friends over. I've never seen them using magic around one another, but somehow they gave of a sense that they knew. Still, I never gave it much thought. I was taught to keep my magic hidden from prying eyes. We needed to, in order to keep safe.
You see, my mother was a death eater. Was, as in the past tense. Both my parents died a tragic death. My mother, Laverne Nott, was murdered by the death eaters after failing to mention she was with child. That child being me. The problem in this situation being that my father was part of the 'Order of the Phoenix'. As far as I'm aware, death eaters and Order members were opposing sides in the same battle. In a way, I'm the forbidden love child between the two.
My father, Borage Andromeda, lost his life at the hands of his own team. The Order didn't approve of my parents relationship, and as tension between both parties started to rise his loyalty was questioned. After the death of my mother the Order forced my father to make a decision. He was to give up his daughter, the only remainder of his love for my mother. If he were to choose his daughter the Order would no longer consider him loyal to their cause and thus would need to silence him for good. I'm not sure how fond I am of his decision. I guess it doesn't matter anymore. I'm here and he is gone. Thank Merlin my uncle was able to take me in, or I'd spent my life hopping between orphanages. At least I get to have a good life, even though it costed my parents theirs.
My uncle had tried to get vengeance for my father. The man actually tried to take both the Order and death eaters on by himself, nearly costing him his life. As one would expect he'd lost the battle. The only thing this doomed battle delivered him was vengeance sought out by both parties. He should have taken a piece of muggle history in consideration. Never fight a two-front war. I think a certain Austrian has some warnings about that one. My uncle never choose a side during the war. He remained neutral, with his loyalties conflicting between his brother and sister-in-law.
After licking his wounds my uncle decided that it would be best to keep the legacy of my parents alive by guaranteeing that their daughter had a peaceful life. And so he did. He managed to sneak me out to this cabin and raise me as his own. Training me in the skills of wielding magic, day to day, feeding the hope that one day I'd be able to fight our way to innocence. But for now he was content taking shelter in the muggle world, where neither sides of the war would find him.