Quick question does the gif work for you readers? They usually do but I doesn't appear to be for me :/

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" 'Gryffindor!' the hat shouts, and the crowd goes wild!"

Rhys jumped down from the couch and bowed, so low that his head almost touched the floor. Elsie Lewis watched, a small frown playing on her lips. Her wand waved in front of her, and the clothes fell into an organized and neatly folded pile.

"Why do you want to be in Gryffindor so bad?" Elsie asked her son, who had nearly just tripped over a pile of towels.

"It's the best house, duh," Rhys said like it should be obvious. "You were in Gryffindor, so it has to be."

Elsie chuckled. "Well, my house is pretty great. I just don't want you to be disappointed if the sorting hat says something other than Gryffindor."

Rhys was nodding but Elsie knew that he wasn't listening to a word she was saying. He jumped back onto the couch, probably about to do another rendition of how his sorting would go. But there were other things on Elsie's mind.

She couldn't ignore the fact that Rhys hadn't shown any signs of magic yet any longer. He was nearly nine years old, and still, nothing. She had told herself it was bound to happen one day, but she could kid herself no longer.

It wasn't that Elsie would be disappointed in her son if he turned out to be a squib. She didn't care either way. The thing was, as soon as Rhys was old enough to think for himself he had been excited for his chance to go to Hogwarts. Elsie wasn't sure how he'd take it if he found out that he couldn't go.

"Gryffindor!" Rhys said again, driving Elsie away from her own thoughts.

"Don't stand on the sofa!" Elsie scolded that time. She saw him start to tilt forward, and immediately her motherly instincts kicked in. Rhys had a bad track record with his clumsiness, which mostly had to do with the fact that he really only chose to pay attention to a select few things at once. His own safety never seemed to fall under that category.

Rhys huffed and plopped himself down, crossing his arms.

"I will make Gryffindor, you know," he said. He attempted a glare in Elsie's direction, but it was so ridiculous and out of character that she couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm sure you will, honey. . ."

Because how could she possibly tell him that he might not even go to Hogwarts at all? She couldn't. Even she still had hope that she was wrong, and he was just late to show his abilities. That just had to be it. For Rhys's sake.

As soon as Elsie heard the door she hurried off to greet her husband. Nigel was a muggle, and he worked as a doctor. He, of course, knew everything about how his wife being a witch. Elsie had told him quite early on in their relationship. In normal circumstances, it would have been far too early. But Nigel wasn't scared away, and in the end, everything worked out well.

Nigel shared the same distressed look as his wife. Of course, the whole idea of their son not being a wizard wasn't the only thing that was bothering them. Oh, no.

Nigel leaned forward and kissed Elsie's cheek, which brought a small smile to her face. Even just the little gestures, the ones that showed that he cared, were enough to cheer her up.

"Do you have the Wolfsbane?" Elsie asked.

"Enough to last the next few months," he said, glancing out the window.

Elsie followed his gaze, to wear the sun shined brightly outside. It looked like such a beautiful day, but Elsie knew that both her and Nigel weren't thinking of the tranquil skies.

They were thinking of the full moon that would come that night, and of their son.

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A/n: I apologize for the prologue being so short, but I hope you like it! Votes and especially comments are greatly appreciated!