Summary - Thirteen-year-old Tristan Kimball is in for a surprise one night to find an owl at her window. But what's more surprising is the series of events that follow! Her world is turned completely around and upside-down when she discovers that she's a witch and the long-lost twin to the (apparently) famous Harry Potter. She travels from the home of her adoptive parents to England to discover the full extent of her power, and more than that, where she belongs.

Please don't judge harshly, its way better than it sounds; I'm not a complete noob! I'm just imaginative.(;


Reuniting in The Rain - Chapter One: The Owl

I've never liked owls. Never ever have I liked them. They're too strange for my taste. The way their heads can turn all the way around to see behind them, the way they only come out at night. They even looked creepy to me, with those big eyes. So when I found one pecking at my window at 2:30 in the morning, I did the most logical thing a person who was scared of owls would do.

I screamed. I screamed loud. As loudly as I could, so that I would hopefully wake up my mom or dad. Then they could come in and get rid of the monstrosity making all that racket outside my room. I want to duck under my covers, but I couldn't keep my eyes off of it for a moment. I seemed to be staring at me, its eyes filled with almost looked like exasperation at my fearful screaming. As if that bird thinks it's more mature than me. 'That's silly though,' I think, rolling my eyes at such a crazy thought. 'It's a bird, no way is it more mature than me. OR is able to think so.' I heard someone running to my aid, but as it turned out, it was no one that could really help me. Only my seven-year-old twin brothers, Orion and Keith, and my ten-year-old sister, Penelope, showed up. "Oh, cool!" the boys exclaimed at the same time, running toward the window.

"No, you dorks!" Penny and I exclaimed at the same time, but they didn't listen. The bird wasn't spooked by the sudden approach of the overexcited boys; in fact it looked glad that someone was finally paying it some attention other than frantic screams. They pressed their faces to the glass, making funny faces and licking the window. I turn to look at Penny – not before rolling my eyes at the gross brothers of time – and ask her to go wake up mom and dad for me, to which she obliges obediently. I then turned my gaze directly to my brothers, who were still making faces at the bird. Sighing, I pushed myself off of the bed and walked over to them. "Kids, let's stop taunting the creepy bird." I couldn't bear to look at the owl that wouldn't seem to disappear. I know, a fourteen-year-old shouldn't act this immature about an animal. But Tristan Mckenzie Kimball was a scaredy cat. There, I said it, I was afraid. I'm afraid of many things; the dark, open spaces, the unknown, snakes, spiders, mice, all types of birds. I just never admitted these things to anyone but myself, and even I can't accept it.

I placed one hand on Orion's shoulder and the other on Keith's, trying to pull them away from my window. I didn't even want to think about the prints and slobber that I was going to have to scrub off in the morning made me want to cringe.

"I think the owl is holding something," Orion said, his adorable, pre-pubescent voice making it sound even more unbelievable than the statement itself. I chuckled and said, "Oh, the imaginative Orion strikes again!" I tried to pull them back with a bit more force, and while Keith moved away, Orion shrugged my shoulder away and pulled the window open. "What are you thinking? You'll let it in!" And the bird did, indeed, fly in. It landed on my dresser, hooting with relief. Wait, relief? The thing was just a bird, hooting. At this point, my mother and father entered the room, looking very drowsy and very irritated.

"What is it, Tristan Mckenzie?" Mom asked, her voice thick from having been woken from a deep sleep. I pointed at the owl, sheepishly. Instead of looking annoyed or bemused by their daughter's fear of a simple bird, a look of fear shot through their eyes but was then quickly replaced with resolve. They looked at each other and Dad nodded solemnly. There seemed to be something heavier going on than I had expected, and it was confusing me even more with every second that went by. "Mom? Dad?" I ventured cautiously, "What's wrong? It's just an owl."

"Not exactly, honey," Mom said without meeting my eye. Then she added, "I hope this day wouldn't come. I thought we'd been in the clear, but.."

"Shh, dear, collect yourself," my father murmured to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She rested her head on his shoulder, seeming to be holding back tears. Penny finally stepped out from behind her mother, to get a better look at what was happening. "Mom?" Penny sounded slightly frantic when she spoke; she had always been a bit on the dramatic side.

Our mother sniffled then steadied her gaze with mine. "Tristan, it's time that we had a little talk with you." I felt my face contort into a confused expression when a loud, aggravated hoot was emitted from the owl still sitting on my dresser. I was startled, but all my mother did was roll her eyes and took a little scrap of paper from a pouch tied to the owl's leg. The owl fluffed its feathers when Mom took the paper out of the pouch – I think it even shot me a glare as well – and promptly flew away.

"What do you mean by, a talk?" I asked, growing more and more nervous. What was going on? Was this all a dream? My father drew in a long breath; like he was trying to gain strength to say something he has had to say for some time now but hasn't wanted to.

"A talk about your true origin, Tristan."


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