AUTHOR'S NOTE This is my newest story! I've been working on it for the better part of a year. There isn't much to say yet, except that this will eventually be a crossover fic. It takes place in 2002, so definitely after the final war with Voldemort.

The prologue might not make sense yet, but it will eventually, don't worry. I hope you enjoy!

Special thanks goes out to Lauren, my faithful beta.

DISCLAIMER I don't own them, although I did make up the idea of Liza. You'll understand later.

Prologue – September, 1986

A young girl ran through her house, giggling. "Daddy, you can't catch me!" Iridescent fairy wings glittered as they bounced against her back.

Her father chased her through the kitchen indulgently. "I'm gonna get you!" he growled playfully. She shrieked with delight when he finally caught her in the living room and swept her high in the air.

"She'll never go to sleep at this rate," came an amused voice.

"Yes I will, Mommy!" the child piped up. "I don't go to sleep, then tomorrow won't come!"

Her father set her down and winked at his wife. He turned back to his daughter with a confused expression. "Is tomorrow special or something?"


He threw his hands up in the air. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" he cried when he saw the look on her face. "Of course I know what tomorrow is, sweetheart."

Her face had grown very serious. "Soon we can't do this anymore," she informed them.

Her father sat on the couch and pulled her into his lap. "What do you mean, sweetie?"

She eyed her mother sitting next to them. "When the baby comes, then I'll have to be the big sister." She toyed with her plastic wings. "We can't play like this anymore."

"Oh honey, of course we can!" her mother said. She edged closer to them on the couch. "And you are going to be the best big sister in the whole world!" She held her arms out and the girl hugged her mother as best she could.

Frowning, the little girl eyed her mother's swollen stomach. "When will your belly be normal again?" she asked with a pout. "I can't hug you right anymore."

Her parents laughed. Over her head, they shared a tender look and the man pulled his daughter back to his lap. "When the baby's born, your mommy will be hug size again."

She grinned. "Good."

Her mother took that opportunity to take the little girl's wand and tap her on the forehead. Her eyes lit up. "Do I get to make a wish?" she cried happily.

"Absolutely. A special early birthday wish."

With her eyes squeezed shut and her face screwed up in concentration, she looked so comical that her parents had to suppress affectionate laughter. Six-year-olds did not understand the concept of laughing with someone.

Finally she opened her eyes and pronounced, "There! Want to know what I wished for?"

"Oh no!" her father said. "You can't tell anyone or it won't come true!"

The little girl clamped her hand over her mouth immediately. She nodded, wide-eyed.

"Okay," her father said. "I think it's time for all little fairy girls to go to bed."

She pouted. "Daddy, do I have to?"

Her mother stood up slowly to accommodate her body shaped by advanced pregnancy. "Just remember, the sooner you go to bed, the sooner tomorrow will come."

"Ooh, yay!" she squealed before she ran up the stairs.

Her parents followed, chuckling out of amusement and love for their young daughter. Once the wings had come off and the wand was put away, the almost seven-year-old was in bed.

"Goodnight, sweetheart," her mother said as she turned off the light.

But the little girl sat up in bed. "Mommy, come here!" she whispered, beckoning. Her mother returned and sat on the edge of her bed. "I wished for a little sister!" she whispered excitedly in her mother's ear. "Do you think it will come true?"

She kissed her daughter's forehead. "I think it could. Now go to sleep."

The child nodded and snuggled under her blankets. Her mother watched her from the doorway for a moment before joining her husband and falling asleep herself.


The pregnant woman bolted up in bed, awoken by a low, smooth voice. Urgently, she shook her husband's shoulder. "Lewis!" she hissed. "Wake up!"

"Huh?" he asked sleepily.

"There's someone in the house!"

He sat up immediately. "Are you sure?"

She nodded in fear. "I heard a man's voice!"

He disappeared into the closet and reappeared a moment later with a shotgun in his hand. "Stay here," he commanded. She sat in bed, gripping the blankets, and nodded.

Lewis kept one finger on the trigger as he crept cautiously down the upstairs corridor. "Hello?" he called. "Whoever you are, I know you're there and I'm armed!"

There was a small sound, barely more than a whisper, but enough to catch Lewis's attention. He swung the gun around in the direction of the noice. "Oh God," he whispered. Chills raced through his body as he ran into his daughter's room.

"Liza! Liza!" he cried. The shotgun clattered to the floor as he ran to the bed that stood empty in the moonlight. The curtains fluttered in a light breeze that wafted in from the open window.

All of a sudden, his wife as at the door. "No!" she screamed and fell to her knees. Lewis ran to her side and held her as she wept. "Find her, Lewis!" she sobbed. "Find my baby! Bring her back home!"

Lewis didn't say anything. He could only stare at Liza's bed, empty with a stray fairy wing caught on the corner.