22. Kneazle
“Come down right now!” A Slytherin girl was shouting up at a tree.

Abraham was watching her from afar. That was his spot under that tree. His eyes followed the girl’s up to the tree and found a Kneazle comfortably sitting on the big branch. “Do you want help?”

She looked at him with angry blue eyes and knotted eyebrows. “No. I can manage on my own.”

“Obviously not.”

“Shut up.”

Abraham grinned.

It was the wrong move, the girl stomped on his foot. He started hopping in place clutching his foot. She grinned.

That’s how they became best friends.

27. Owl

The owl was delivered from St. Mungo’s at dawn. Abraham had been awake ever since, he sat on the edge of his bed, his wife’s soothing breathing was the only sound in the house. The letter lied on the nightstand, he had his hands clutching his neck as he thought on and on about the possibility of losing her when they just started their life together.

“Rahim?”

Ab turned to the sound of her voice, and put on a smile. “Morning.”

Debby straightened up, the silvery hair giving her a majestic look. “It’s confirmed?”

He nodded, reaching for her hand.

35. Pureblood

In St. Mungo’s, but for a happier occasion today. Abraham stood with his palms pressed against the glass. He could see Debby’s blonde hair clinging to her cheeks, the tired lines in the corner of her eyes and the hazy way she looked down at the bundle of joy in her arms.
“Sir?” The Healer assistant spoke next to him. “We need to write this down.”
Botros took his eyes off the loves of his life, barely containing his excitement. “Owen Botros. Our first child.”
“Bloodline?”
He didn’t quite like that title nor did Debby. “Magical.” He settled for this.

8. Potions
Loving someone you met was one thing, loving someone you haven’t met yet was something else completely.

Deborah was lounging on the armchair by the fair, her hands cradling her baby bump happily. “Debby!” The door swung open and Abraham with his golden hair and glittering eyes appeared. “I’ve got it. Come, look.” He went to gently support his wife as she walked even if she didn’t need it.

“Oh you’re crazy!” She laughed when she saw the alchemy and potion set outside.

“No more morning sickness or sore muscles.” He grinned and leaned in to give her a kiss.

19. Wand
“No, no.” Botros chuckled, taking his wand from his little boy, who scowled and crossed his arms. “This is mine, you’ll get yours when you’re ready.”

“I am ready!” The boy shrieked, exasperated. “I’m wearing my shoes,” He pointed down at them. “I saved up ten Sickles,” The coins were sticky when he took them out. “I brushed my teeth too!” He opened his mouth wide open.

Abraham laughed at the bundle of cuteness that was his son. “That’s not how you get ready.”

“How then?!” Owen stomped his foot. “I want a wand, just like you and mum, hmph!”

33. Classroom


“…and here is your classroom.” The headmistress walked into a dusty, old room. If Ab wasn’t fluent in Arabic, he would’ve thought she was introducing the storage room. He kept his polite smile though. A cloud of dust rose from under his foot on the creaky floor. “It is nice, some cleaning and it’ll be fantastic! Welcome to school again, Mr. Botros.” She bowed her head, “I’ll leave you two alone.”

Ab scoffed lightly. “Well… hi. I’m Ab. I’ll be here for quite some time.” Sixty years later, he was still in a classroom, with that same big old desk.