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I was seven years old when I started noticing that I was different from other kids.

It wasn't just the fact that I was much smaller, or the fact that I had two moms. That never bothered me. It all started when my class went to museum one day.

The day begun as usual...

That day.

"Kaitlyn! You look splendid!" said Taylor, one of my mothers. She straightened my glasses and touched my rosy cheek. I smiled up at her, she was very beautiful. Her long blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes made her appealing to both genders. Kristin, my other mother was shocked that Taylor picked her.

To me it was a love story unlike any other.

"It's your big day!" Kristin said while entering my room. "Thanks Mommy," I said quietly. As I said, I was shy.

My mothers each took my hand and led me to bus stop, they were not ashamed of their love. They knew it was real. "Kaitlyn, you must know that you're different" Taylor said as she bent down to look into my eyes. "I know I'm different Mom, I'm not like other people, I like to read" I smiled big and Taylor shook her head and looked down. I was scared I'd offended her. "You are the most special girl in the world, and there's something you're going to have to learn soon. We can't talk about it here, but we will when you get home I promise." She kissed my forehead and I looked at her curiously.

I climbed onto the bus and took my seat in the front. They waved to me, and I waved back. I was still quite worried as to what my mother meant.

While at the museum my two friends walked beside me. I quietly told them about what my mother meant. They understood me. They didn't need me to be loud. They liked me the way I was.

"Kaitlyn, don't worry" was all they could say. Hearing it enough helped me a lot though.

I spent the day laughing and walking with them.

"I'm going to go look at something" I told them. They nodded and smiled as I left.

Something had caught my eye and I walked over to it.

It was a book. A very old book, but it beckoned to me. I couldn't help myself. I had to do it. I reached my hand to it and touched it. As soon as I made contact I knew it was a mistake. A surge of electricity flew through me and I moved it fast. The book, even with my hand gone, opened and begin turning the pages at an alarming speed.

I watched, too shocked to move.

The book landed on a page.

I looked over cautiously to read it.

"Myth of Wizards and Witches" was the title. Being curious, I began reading.

The article talked about witched and wizards being alive today. It poked at my wonder. But I had to ignore it as the teacher was calling us to leave.

That moment I knew I was different. I realized that it was me that made the book move. But how?

"Mommy!" I cried as I entered the house. Taylor ran up to me "What is it sweetie?" "What am I?" I asked quietly.

Taylor's eyes searched my face, but I hid my emotions. I was scared of the answer.

"You're a wizard"

I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move. "What?" I croaked. Her eyes looked sympathetic, but that meant nothing. "I'm not human?" Her face dropped "Kaitlyn, no, just because you're a wizard or a witch, it doesn't mean you're not human. You're just as human as everyone else. I promise."

A tear rolled down my face as I whispered one last question "Why?"

She picked me up and sat me in her lap, "Your father, the one we used to get pregnant, he was a wizard. We didn't know until last night. We asked him because we were seeing things with you." I looked up at her, "Am I gonna be okay?" She kissed my forehead. "Me and Kristin are going to be with you, forever"

As years passed, I learnt to deal with the magic in my own way. I didn't like to use it very much. It made me feel different. I was 10 years old, I just wanted to be normal.

My mother's were great. They seemed to understand me in a way I can't describe. They taught me to love myself.

Slowly I began to realize that being a witch wasn't the end of the world.

The worst part was keeping it a secret. I couldn't tell anyone and it took a toll on my life. Keeping such a big secret, well, I lost all my friends.

When it got closer to my birthday I knew no one would come to my party and it was hard pretending to be okay with that.

"Kaitlyn. Why are you such a loser?" someone asked me one day. I pushed my glasses up and said "I'm not a loser" To them, that was a joke and they all laughed. Fortunately for me, the magic in me liked to come out while I was hurt, and that very night the boy grew a rash all over. Eventually, he understood what it was like to have no one.

The summer before my 11th birthday was the day I realized I wasn't alone, for when I woke up a letter awaited me downstairs.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Miss Styles

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress