OK, this is my first Winx Club fanfic...enjoy!

Disclaimer- I do not own Winx Clun bla bla bla...

"Bloom? Bloom, sweetheart, wake up!"

Iris shook her sleeping daughter.

"Mom, I'm tired. Can't I have five more minutes?"

Iris laughed, her brown bob shaking as she did.

"But honey, it's your birthday!"

Bloom shot out of bed. "Oh my gosh, I can't believe I forgot! Thanks Mom!"

"No problem honey." replied a smiling Iris. "But you'd better get ready, you, your father and I are going out soon."

Bloom smiled. "Really, where?"

Iris smiled. "It's a surprise. Now I'll go and make your pancakes while you get ready, OK?"

Bloom grinned. "OK, thanks Mom."

"No problem." Iris walked out of the room.

Bloom shot to her wardrobe just as her mother poked her head round the door.

"Oh, and honey, happy sixteenth!"

Bloom grinned. Today was going to rock!

She hurriedly got dressed, brushed her hair, and looked in the mirror. She saw a willowy, smiling sixteen-year-old, with long red hair and green eyes, wearing a green and pink dress with a tutu-like skirt and wonderfully high heels. Perfect.

Bloom rushed down the stairs, smelling the delicious scent of her mother's infamous homemade pancakes, laden with syrup. She entered the kitchen with a smile on her face. Her mother turned around. "Hank, honey, could you lay the table for me?" she called.

"Sure." Hank called back.

"It's OK Mom, I'll do it." Bloom smiled.

Iris smiled back at her beaming daughter, "Nonsense, it's your birthday honey, relax!"

"Honestly Mom, it's OK." Bloom replied.

"You heard your mother Bloom, I'll do it!" Hank grinned, entering the kitchen.

Bloom laughed. "OK Dad, if it really means that much to you. Mom, is it OK if I go pick some flowers from the back yard for the table?"

"Sure sweetie!" Iris replied.

Bloom opened the back door and walked out into the garden. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining and birds singing, and the grass was very green. Iris took great pride in her garden, being a florist, she loved plants. Bloom smiled and walked towards the flower beds. She saw a pretty purple flower, and bent down to pick it up. Just as her fingers touched the stem, the flower erupted into flames. Bloom fell back with a scream. She watched as tiny orange tendrils crept up the plant, transforming the tiny purple petals into large sunflower-like petals, only red, orange and yellow. When the flames died down, Bloom was amazed to see the plant wasn't even charred, just different colours, with orange tendrils swirling round the stem.

Bloom shook her head in disbelief. "That was way weird." she muttered to herself. She wandered back into the house.

Hours later, Bloom and her mother were wondering round the mall, choosing different clothes and shoes. Bloom picked up a pair of bright blue jeans with orange stitching, and a yellow shirt with an orange cat on the front…..orange…like the flower. "Hey, Mom?" Bloom asked her mother in a questioning tone.

Iris turned around. "What is it dear?"

"I, I picked this purple flower today, but it turned orange!"

Iris nodded. "Plants do strange things dear, they change colours in the sun."

Bloom took a breath to press the matter, but decided against it.

Later that night, Bloom sat at the table, her father's hands around her eyes, grinning as her mother brought in a cake…flower shaped, as always, with chocolate buttercream in the middle.

"It's extra special this year darling!" Iris chirped happily.

Bloom licked her lips as her father removed his hands. Then she screamed.

The cake was the exact design as the flower she'd somehow transformed!

"Mom, that's the flower I was telling you about!"

Bloom had never seen her parents go so pale so quickly.

"Mom? Dad?" Bloom asked. "What's wrong? You're scaring me!"

"Bloom honey, are you certain it's that flower?" Iris asked.

"Yes, Mom, I'm positive!" Bloom replied, bewildered. "Why?"

Bloom watched her parents exchange looks. "Honey, we have to tell her." Iris sighed.

"I know dear, but I wish we didn't." Hank said sadly.

Iris smiled a watery smile.

Hank turned to his daughter. "Bloom, honey, we have something to tell you. You're adopted."

"What?!" Bloom yelped, her eyes welling up.

Iris sat down. "Sweetheart, I'm adopted too….my mother, your grandmother, she gave you to me."

"I don't understand." Bloom whispered.

"Well, darling, my adoptive mother, she's dead now, as you know, she had another daughter. Miriam. Miriam gave birth to you, in some other country, I never saw her, and she died soon after. So, the next of kin was your grandmother, Alarica, because your father had died too, in an accident. So you were given to me before Alarica passed away. Then I met your father, and the rest is history. Please don't be angry Bloom darling, we just wanted to wait until you were old enough."

Bloom nodded, sniffing. "I understand, but what does that have to do with the flower?"

Hank stepped forward. "Well honey, you were given to us wearing a locket, which was very strange…We couldn't open it, no matter how hard we tried and it….well, it transformed. One day it was a ring, the next a locket, the next, a bracelet!"

"OK…" Bloom nodded.

"And, well, we were pretty freaked. So we gave the locket back to Alarica, and she said it would always be waiting for you She said to tell you that if it felt right, go ahead...to not be afraid of the dragon's power."

"Huh?" Bloom furrowed her brow in confusion,

"That's what I said!" Hank grinned. "But, we gave it back. In answer to your question, it had a flower on the front, orange, red and yellow, with strange tendrils, and it was twisted into the shape of a dragon . And whenever you wore it, things you touched burst into flames! It was a good thing we had insurance!"

"What?" Bloom was shocked. But it made sense. Strangely. But that wasn't all.

"When you turned thirteen, we got a letter. It said that you'd been accepted for somewhere called Alfea, even though we'd never applied for a school for you. It said that it was a three year notice letter, and that you'd start when you were sixteen. But we researched it on the Internet, and there's nowhere on Earth called Alfea!" Iris said.

Bloom sat back in thought. "Huh, that's really weird you guys."

"Yeah." Hank agreed.

Bloom stood up. "I need to go for a walk." she said.

Bloom wiped away fresh tears as her parents watched her retreating figure walk out the front door...

R&R!