CHAPTER 1
A/n & Disclaimer: Kay this is my first Harry Potter fanfiction, so bare with me if it ain't that fabulous, and leave reviews with whatever you think, feel, etc. I can take anything you can through at me. Oh, and if you didn't recognize it yet, Harry Potter does not belong to me, I AM NOT J.K. ROWLING! I wish I was but I'm not. Hope you enjoy the story. Also you might catch that I'm mixing the actual Harry Potter time with present day, you don't like, don't read. 13girlsrule out, bai.
Hia, I'm Cinder Ash Fire; I know, great name, right? Well anyway, I'm 10 and I am in grade 8, I'm maybe three grades higher than others in my year. When I started kindergarten, I would try to talk to the other kids but they didn't understand my complex words and sentences. Therefor, my parents got the school board to give me a special test to determine my actual brain capacity. It's turns out that I was somehow born already knowing how to talk, walk, read, to do mathematics, basic things that would take quite a few years to get a grasp of. So because of my increased brain rate, they stuck me in an older grade to learn.
I live in Canada. Now just because I said that does not mean have a pet beaver and ride on moose. Cause if you think that, I will find you and rant until you ear falls off. I know that is a bit extreme but if you dwell on stereo types I will not tell you my story.
Anyway, yes I know I'm too young to go to Hogwarts. Just bare with me, I'm quite special you know. Also you may notice it doesn't seem like I know a thing about magic yet. That's cause I don't. Anyway this is what started my wonderful adventure… (Cue the sarcasm.)
I woke up to the sound of a fire alarm. I glanced at my alarm clock; it was only four in the morning. Man, again? This is the seventh time in a year! I thought. I rolled my eyes and got up to get my parents up before someone comes and banged on our door like the fifth time. Calvin was already up, but he wasn't like he was the other times, all calm and sleepy. He was curled on the end of my bed rocking back and forth. So I went over and hugged him, then said to get dressed and help me wake up mom and Aunt Kelly, because I remembered that dad went to work a night shift. But he hadn't moved from the end of my bed, so I went over and said, "What's wrong, Cal?"
"I'm just scared that something might happen, like the entire building might get burned, and we don't get to get our stuff, and we don't have anything to get. Do you think that might happen?" he said like he was going to burst into tears, for once he sounded like he was six years old instead of my twin.
I didn't want to lie to him, so I said, "Don't worry about that, how about getting on a pair of pants and help me get a few things, then get mom and aunty up, okay?", instead of answering, because if I did we might have end up clutching each other as we sobbed.
He nodded and got to work getting himself changed for what might be a long time 'till we got to come back. As he did that, I got our duffel bags and got a few changes of clothes and toiletries for mom, dad, Calvin, me and snatched Aunt Kelly's bag with everything in it. Then got our backpacks with all our school stuff, and then as an after thought, I stuck our wallets and my library books in my huge laptop bag along with my little netbook and it's charger. Then went into mom's room and shook her like I were an earthquake. After four minutes, both my mom and Aunt Kelly are awake and looking totally confused.
"Mom, hurry up, the fire alarm is giving me a head ache! The faster we get out, the better!" I exclaimed. I didn't have a high tolerance for loud, high noises in the wee hours of the morning.
Mom looked just as irritated as I felt after realizing it was the fire alarm that was making the noise, and Aunty Kelly looked just about to faint.
"Chill Aunt Kell, nothing to worry about," said Calvin in a calm and cheerful voice, though I knew he wasn't feeling either of those emotions right then.
Knowing it would take both woman a few minutes to get everything straitened out, I tugged Cal out to the living room and made him sit as I got something for him to eat, I knew all this anxiety was unsettling his stomach and when he has nothing in him and an unsettled stomach, stomach acid might be coming up soon. I raced around the kitchen looking for something I knew would cheer him up. Man, doesn't mom ever get sweets anymore, because, oddly enough, sugar actually calms my little brother and me, along with caffeine.
Then I remembered that I had a pack of ever lasting liquorice flavoured gum, which was Calvin's favourite gum, though in my opinion it is the worst flavour you could get. You might be wondering right now, 'Say what? Ever lasting pack of gum? No way.' Well guess again, don't ask me how I did it, all I know is there were two more pieces in the box and Cal was so sad the gum was from our trip to England from a shop behind the hotel/restaurant we were staying at. Well, anyway, he looked just so sad about having so little left that I wished that the problem was gone, and just like that there was more gum, right in the box.
Cal just thought that I just gave him a new box, though later on he knew I didn't. I, on the other hand, wasn't really that surprised. I was surprised that the gum stopped running out, but wasn't really surprised that it had gone my way, knowing that since I was four-years-old, I could always have a sort of wishful thinking and could make things I want happen. I had always thought I was blessed by the gods, not that anyone I told believed me, but I believed that Lady Athena had a liking for me, helping me understand everything in school faster than others and helping me get my way.
Well anyway, mom and Aunt Kelly finally finished and are heading out with Cal with then, I think they have a feeling that I can take care of myself. Well I have my own key and cell phone so I guess my parents trust me enough to take care of myself.
Great they took everything but my stuff, super helpful (cue the sarcasm). Well I look around and all I really feel remorse for is that I can't bring all my books. I look in my bag one more time to see if I have any room for at least a few books, and hot gods! I have enough room to fit a whole classroom of kids in there with space to spare. Well I don't waste time and grab every single book Cal and I own and shove then all in. Man this is a cool bag, it doesn't even get heavier!
Well then, there goes my gift again, it seems like an extreme version of what Harry to Dudley could do. Harry and Dudley are my BEST FRIENDS, well ever since we started writing to pen pals in grade 4.
Flash Back
The assignment was to pick a country you wanted a pen pal from and you would get to for the year through the school. After that if you wanted to keep writing them, you would have you get their address and just continue to write.
I had chosen Surrey, England because I had always wanted to see what the culture was like there. Because I was the only one in my class that wanted to write to England at all, and Harry and Dudley both were the only ones to write to Canada, we got to write in a trio. I would write to both of them and each would take turns writing for both of them. I told them about how it could be sunny and rainy at eh same time here and they told me bout how it was only ever one type of weather a day. We all seemed to be outsiders where we lived.
They were special you see, they could do things. I could really relate to them. I told them about how I could do those things too. In the beginning, they had asked all about me, and I told them just about everything. I told them my name, what grade I was in, the list goes on to the smallest details.
All except my age, because even though they were accepting of everything I told them, I couldn't tell them my age. I didn't tell them because, ever since I had started school in grade two, everyone just shunned me for being too smart. They only ever talked to me if they needed help with work. The other kids weren't mean, they didn't call me names, but they stayed away from me. It was because I was younger than them. At least I looked younger, I was mentally the same age, they understood that from the work I did but did not want to accept it. I had been afraid, that if I had told Ry and Dud they would shun me too and wouldn't write to me anymore.
But I had finally got up the nerve to tell them I was maybe three years younger then them. I wrote about my entire school experience to them, about how I was born like a three or four year old. They took it the best way possible, not caring about my age, just that I thought that I could confide in them made them happy. After that day, I knew that those two were my best friends, and would be until the very end of time.
For the past month and a half, I had been staying at their house. I can tell you this, if you had looked at Ry and Dud you wouldn't know that they were brothers. Dud looks like the Durslys, they think he's their son too. But we three know that there is something there that is making him look like that. To think about it, Harry has it too but it seems like only I know out of the three of us. for some reason, I feel a connection to these boys more than my real family.
Anyway we got around to getting the things off of them. It was really weird to see them without those fake identity things. They both had black, wild hair, with tints of red in the sun. they both had these beautiful green eyes that you could tell were mischievous. Dud had wider shoulders and a rounder face where as Ry was kinda on the scrawny side. but that's where the differences stop. Their faces look exactly the same. They told me that they could feel the thing around me too, but i told them that if I'm supposed to look different, I wouldn't be my mother and father's daughter. And that if I wasn't I would only take it off if they told me.
End of Flash Back
After I have everything I would ever want or need in my bag, I rush out the door. But it's too late, The fire is all around me , I'm starting to choke. I wish I was with Mom, I wish I was with Mom. That's all I keep thinking until I can breath again. I open my eyes and I'm being hugged by Mom and Cal.
"How did you get down here? I couldn't find you at all, and all of a sudden you pop up here," Mom cries.
"Well, I was just putting some stuff in my bag. Then when I went into the hall, there was fire and smoke everywhere and I was choking and I just wished I was with you, and POOF I'm here," I said quietly so that only she could hear me.
"Oh," was her sort of flat reply.
"Can you or Dad or Cal do anything like I have?" I asked, hoping that I wasn't the only one that has weird powers.
"What's happening here? Are all you of you okay?" came the voice of my father.
"Yes we are all okay. Kell, can you take Calvin to Hanna's house?" asked Mom.
Now why would she want Aunt Kelly to take Cal to Aunt Hanna's house? It's like she doesn't want them to be here, maybe so that she and Dad can talk to me.
"We can't tell her yet Amy, she's too young to know the truth yet," my father exclaimed quietly.
"But you forget that she is older than she looks, by three years and it's time for her to go," my mother said back remorsefully.
"What do you need to tell me? Talk to me, please. You're scaring me," I whispered to my parents.
"Come child, we need to talk to you somewhere secret. this talk will explain quite a few things to you about yourself."
I followed them to Dad's car. He started the ignition and drove to the old library that is closed now. When he had parked we got out, and I followed slowly behind them as they walked into the building. Once we are inside, we walked down the stairs and took a right turn that hadn't been there when i had last been there. We kept walking until we came to a large round room at the end of the hall. It was truly a beautiful room, it had black and red vines and roses painted on a light purple background. All the furniture matched the walls, the coffee table was a deep brown black, the couch was red with the same brown black wood and the arm chair was a deep purple with blood red mahogany wood. Mom and Dad took the couch, so i slowly scamper over to the armchair and perch lightly on it's edge.
"So, um, why, pray tell, are we in the old library?"
"Flame, we are here to tell you something very important about yourself. But we want you to know that no matter what we tell you, you will always be our little girl."
They called me Flame, they hadn't called me that since I started school. Remembering this, My eyes started to tear up the slighted bit, but I nodded, encouraging them to go on.
Mom put her hand on Dad's and said,"This is very hard to tell you because we want to keep you all to ourselves, you are our little girl."
"What are you talking about? I AM your little girl! You're staring to really scare me!" My eyes darted between my two parents as I said this.
"The thing is, child you aren't actually our daughter," my father said in a hushed voice.
When I heard him say that, my entire body froze, and so did the air around me.
A/n: Hi people that are reading this. I had started this story actually quite a few years ago and just left it for a while. Now I'm getting back to it because I have some fresh new ideas. Also this is on both and Quotev, so don't go bugging.