Clare POV
One day, as she was feeding her baby boy some mash of mixed vegetables and shredded meat. A recipe she saw in a book and experimented with countless times, it allowed her a wide range of flavors and different combinations to work with, and the mix was easy for babies to swallow and digest.
It was during this time that Francis brought up the subject of Henry's future as she fed her baby boy.
He wanted to return and reconnect with the wizarding world of Britain after spending so long on the mundane side.
She obviously saw no need; they didn't have to worry about food and shelter as other magicals did.
She knew that only half of the Muggle-born who attended Hogwarts wouldn't have anywhere they could turn to, and would stay in the magical world.
While the other half would probably flee the country.
Of course, there were some Muggleborns who stayed only to fight.
Francis had brought up one point she couldn't argue with.
Britain was her baby boy's home, and they should start thinking about whether their child would want to stay in Britain when he grew up. If so, he would need connections and a foundation on the magical side, something they never had while growing up.
It was where he was born, while they could run to another country through mundane or magical means, Britain was always going to be their baby's roots.
They wanted to provide him with the things she and Francis didn't have while growing up, roots and a place magical enough to call home.
It was also the reason they hadn't already left the madness behind and moved to another country. Instead, they only planned flee once the war started to spill to the Muggle side.
They would have enough time to flee even if the pureblood movement won, as they lived far from Diagon Alley or any other magical hub.
The house they lived in had a small room, which was warded so that, even if any anti-apparition or anti-portkey went over the whole house, they would still be able to run to the room, apparate or portkey away, and run for their lives.
Unfortunately, they couldn't put the ward over the whole house as it would defeat the purpose of blending in a Muggle area.
Their house would stick out like a sore thumb to any witch or wizard.
She strongly denied his suggestion to get involved with the magical world, but her husband was nothing if not persistent.
The topic quickly became the point of many heated discussions.
Three months before her baby boy's third birthday, she gave in.
She had her own reason for agreeing, first was that she was now, after many years of practicing magic, strong enough to flee from anyone trying to harm her.
As her magical prowess and knowledge grew through constant learning, she felt more confident in her skills to flee quickly, even in the face of powerful wizards and witches.
Another reason was that Muggle attacks were becoming increasingly frequent.
While it wasn't happening anywhere close to where they lived, outside the City of Westminster. She could guess that, if the trend continued, they too would be affected; no matter how close they lived to the government buildings, and how far they lived from any magical hub.
She thought they might as well make a last-ditch effort to reconnect before leaving for good.
So she laid down her own rules before agreeing.
He would never speak about the location of their home or share any personal details about their family. He would only talk about work matters with his co-workers and would work only within the French division of the International Liasons Department.
After some research, she concluded that the Liaison department was slightly safer than other departments because it involved direct contact with the ministry of another country.
The British Ministry would be hesitant to put anyone from this department at risk, as it would air Britain's dirty laundry to other countries and potentially the world.
It would make them look foolish and give ICW a reason to open an investigation and intervene, which neither the light nor the dark side wanted.
'You-Know-Who' seemed to want to conquer Britain first and only then move on to the other countries.
Apparently, he knew not to fight wars on multiple fronts.
The family continued to live in fear; they were always alert and always cautious.
The only positive light in their lives was her baby boy.
She was once again overflowing with pride as she watched her baby boy.
It all started a couple of days ago, when she was distracted by her worry for her husband and accidentally used magic in front of her baby boy.
She had waved her wand and cleaned some laundry while he was watching, and that was really the start of everything.
She had always been careful not to use magic when it came to anything involving her boy.
She cleaned him with her own hands, cooked all his mash with her own hands, fed him, and washed his bowls with her own hands.
She even did his laundry with her own hands rather than use magic; while magic made any task convenient, nothing could beat the feeling of holding her baby boy's tiny sock and gently washing it.
Her mind would fill with memories of him growing up as she washed every piece of his clothing.
'Merlin! He was growing up way too fast,' she thought to herself one day.
'Why can't he stay an infant for another decade or two?'
She really didn't think she was asking for much.
She just wanted to keep holding her baby boy.
So she decided not to use any magic on anything involving him; she would do everything by hand and spend as much time with him as possible.
She should have known her smart boy would hone in on magic like a hound to blood, or a moth to a flame.
She saw his eyes widen in shock as he saw the floating laundry, and she smiled in a gleeful and smug manner.
It wasn't often that she saw him shocked or dumbfounded. Usually, he carried himself with calm and certainty.
It brought her great joy to see her child star-struck.
'Goodness, seven years of magical education and being miles ahead of my peers, and I never once felt pride or smug. Yet here I am, grinning like a fool with my chin up,' she thought with fondness as she kept her eyes on her baby while he watched her in awe.
She moved the laundry horizontally in the air and watched as his eyes followed the flying cloth.
She then moved it in the opposite direction and watched as he followed, his eyes shining.
She then did it a couple more times, watching him the whole time as he tried to keep up with the floating laundry, never taking his eyes off it.
'Merlin, I am going to die because of how cute my baby is,' she once again complained to Merlin in joy.
After that, she often caught him looking around his room.
She had asked him whether he was looking for anything, and if Mummy could help him find it.
He hesitantly shook his head, and she smiled at him before returning to her chores.
'I think with how smart he is, he should be trying to look for anything else that is magical,' she concluded.
She knew he wouldn't find anything; she kept all the magical stuff locked in a trunk within the warded room, which was protected by enchantments. In case they needed to flee in a hurry.
A couple of days after that incident, they were at the dining table, talking about the recent happening Francis heard at work, when she saw her baby's eyes widen as he stared at his dad.
She thought for sure he would ask his dad to do magic.
'Wait, does he know about magic?' a thought rose in her mind.
'That's right, he doesn't even know what magic is,' she thought, all while looking at her baby as he stared at his dad intensely.
Her baby probably didn't even know that the act of floating a piece of cloth was magic; he probably thought that was a normal thing.
Francis had never done any magic at home, and she had strictly avoided using it when it involved Henry.
She had just fallen into the assumption that he knew he was magical and what magic was.
She then realized she had actually never taken the time to explain magic to him.
She never thought about taking the time to explain magic to him; she already knew magic was part of him and never worried about whether he would be a "squib" or someone who couldn't do magic, even though they were born to magical parents.
After all, he had done accidental magic right after he was born, and he used magic all the time, even now.
She knew that the magical connection she felt with the baby boy had never been initiated by her.
Although she would now happily give her life to protect it, the warmth and the magical blood connection she felt all came from her baby boy.
She remembered back to the very first words she whispered to her baby boy.
'My magic,' she had said, and she meant it literally.
After the day she accidentally used magic in front of him, she often caught him looking at his toy, hovering his hand over it.
She guessed her baby boy was trying to replicate his mummy. It didn't surprise her; her baby boy had always been smart.
He would be so focused that he never noticed when she came up right behind him.
After looking at his small brown eyes as he focused on his toy with all his little might, her heart would melt, and she let him be. The only thing that changed after that was that she started using magic around her baby boy more frequently. If he liked magic that much, she would show it to him.
It was adorable to see his attempts at using magic; he had passion and an unusual determination for it.
She often found him trying to use magic when he thought she wasn't looking at him, but she always knew, for she always had her eyes on her baby boy.
This went on for a couple of weeks, and she came close to telling him to wait until he went to Hogwarts to do magic like his mummy and daddy.
Author's Note: Clare's POV chapters will be of considerable length, as she is an important part of the story. In our Hero's Journey, she will be the wise person the MC turns to for advice, and she will help the hero find a path to his goals.