Mismatched
Ch 1. The calling
Kira is © me, Jess is © herself, Tine is © herself, Yugi is © the makers of Yugi-Oh and all the Harry Potter characters are © J.K. Rowling ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------
Thoughts of magic spells and witchcraft always flowed though Kira's mind when she was young, but they were quickly whipped away by the rough words of her foster care.
She found out she was a witch when she was around the age of four. Kira never knew her parents. All she ever knew about them was that they didn't want another witch/wizard in the family. Her mother was a witch and her father a wizard, but they thought differently of their crafts, they believed their powers to be sinful, and therefore tried to lead a normal muggle life. Kira refused to ignore her powers, she didn't want to live the boring muggle life her parents had wished upon her.
Discipline never stopped Kira from trying to read up on witches and her craft. Kira's parents began to grow frustrated with her and her continuous attempts to practice her powers. The only other thing they could possibly do was place her in foster care. They didn't want to displace their morals just for a misbehaving child.
She was left on the doorstep of the furthest foster care that would accept her, along with a short letter.
The letter read, "Please take care of Little Kira, she may only be five but she has very vivid imagination. But, we must be honest, Kira is special, she is a witch. But you must, with all your power, keep her from reading, thinking, and performing magic. We are so very sorry for placing this responsibility upon you, but we could not take it anymore."
At first sight of the letter, the foster care workers thought it was just a prank, until they saw with their own eyes just how special young Kira was. She wasn't like every other witch, who could perform spells and brew potions. Most of the time she didn't even need a wand to do magic. Kira also was a Metamorphosis, meaning she could change her appearance at will. Yet she hadn't truly mastered that skill, so she could only do it for a short period of time before she started taking on her form again. This made Kira difficult to control in the foster home, and it gave her the advantage of sneaking out to seek others like her.
Kira had lived in the foster home for almost 6 years now, and all the while the caretakers had tried their best to convince her that witchcraft is not real. Of coarse she knew better, she knew her parents had told them to keep her away from magic. She had to get free, to be with her kind. she knew there were more out there, she heard them in her dreams.
Kira had kept to herself for most of the six years she was there. Often teased by the other children, in which they called her a freak. The children had no idea that she was a witch, they just knew she was different... and that's all they needed to know.
No one ever considered adopting her, and she didn't care. She was shy whenever someone came to look at the children, and normally coward near her bed.
Kira was an innocent child, and was easily taken advantage of. She had one friend. Only one since she had been there. Her name was Becca, and dammit if she wasn't a hot tempered child! Kira had trusted her a little too well, and ended up getting a fist in her face. From that day on she tried to avoid Becca, and she could care less if Becca knew.
Kira looked like any normal child. dirty blonde hair to her shoulders, bright teal eyes, and being slender, the clothes she was given were extremely too baggy and she continued to stand out as the "unwanted one". She could care less what the others thought, or if she was ever adopted. All those years she had gotten used to that rejected, empty, and alone feeling she felt every passing day, but it still ate away at her heart making her weak and even more vulnerable.
Kira enjoyed her time alone. Seeing as she was always tormented by the children and nagged by the caretakers all day, the quietness of her alone time relieved her. She never understood why she couldn't be accepted for who she was, and from the depth of her soul she hated them all for treating her so poorly.
There was one who understood her. She was a nurse, and she was the only person there that kept Kira from loosing what sanity she had left. In secret, she and the nurse would talk about witchcraft, and how blessed Kira was to have her power. She never tried to make Kira something she wasn't, and she showed Kira that all muggles weren't bad.
One night, it was impossible for Kira to succumb to sleep. She tossed and turned in her bed, cold sweat forming on her forehead. Someone kept calling to her, a voice of a young boy. Calling. and Calling... She woke up in tears, screaming. but no one seemed to of heard her.
On her lap lain a letter with a wax seal, addressed to her. She peered around the dimly lit room, but saw nothing but a bunch of sleeping children. Slowly, but surely, she opened the letter only to reveal a piece of paper with neatly written words inked onto it.
She began to read the letter, "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of merlin, first class, grand sorc. Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)," she thought as she continued to read, "Dear Kira, We are so pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to 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 then July 31. Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress."
Kira was speechless. I she thought at once. I have to get to Hogwarts.. But. how? She read the note over once more
"Owl!?" she found herself yelling, at nothing inparticular. "How the." before she could finish an owl came swooping down from a tall dresser where it had been perched. Kira let out a soft shrill and ducked to avoid its sharp claws, only, to her amazement, it landed gently on her lap.
The snow white owl nipped at her finger as she thought of what to do. Kira quietly slid off the side of her bed and knelt beside her nightstand. She took out a piece of paper and a pen.
On the paper she wrote very carefully "Dear Ms. McGonagall, I would be delighted to go to Hogwarts. But there is one problem, I am stranded in the muggle world without a clue as to where to go and how to get there. It might be clear to you that both of my parents were witches and wizards, but I do not live with them, and they do not have any connections with the magical world. So you can see that I'm in a pickle, is there any way I can get help? Sincerely, Kira"
She brought the end of the pen to her mouth out of habit as she read over what she had just written. She nodded in approval and folded it neatly and wrote "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Deputy Headmistress Minerva McGonagall" upon the front. Once she lifted her pen, the owl instantly snatched the letter and flew off out of an open window into the dark summer night.
Kira quietly climbed back into her bed, and lay the letter upon her chest. "Other witches and wizards... I'm going to meet other witches and wizards..." she softly told herself. She lie on her back, staring aimlessly at the ceiling. oblivious to the world around her.
Ch 1. The calling
Kira is © me, Jess is © herself, Tine is © herself, Yugi is © the makers of Yugi-Oh and all the Harry Potter characters are © J.K. Rowling ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------
Thoughts of magic spells and witchcraft always flowed though Kira's mind when she was young, but they were quickly whipped away by the rough words of her foster care.
She found out she was a witch when she was around the age of four. Kira never knew her parents. All she ever knew about them was that they didn't want another witch/wizard in the family. Her mother was a witch and her father a wizard, but they thought differently of their crafts, they believed their powers to be sinful, and therefore tried to lead a normal muggle life. Kira refused to ignore her powers, she didn't want to live the boring muggle life her parents had wished upon her.
Discipline never stopped Kira from trying to read up on witches and her craft. Kira's parents began to grow frustrated with her and her continuous attempts to practice her powers. The only other thing they could possibly do was place her in foster care. They didn't want to displace their morals just for a misbehaving child.
She was left on the doorstep of the furthest foster care that would accept her, along with a short letter.
The letter read, "Please take care of Little Kira, she may only be five but she has very vivid imagination. But, we must be honest, Kira is special, she is a witch. But you must, with all your power, keep her from reading, thinking, and performing magic. We are so very sorry for placing this responsibility upon you, but we could not take it anymore."
At first sight of the letter, the foster care workers thought it was just a prank, until they saw with their own eyes just how special young Kira was. She wasn't like every other witch, who could perform spells and brew potions. Most of the time she didn't even need a wand to do magic. Kira also was a Metamorphosis, meaning she could change her appearance at will. Yet she hadn't truly mastered that skill, so she could only do it for a short period of time before she started taking on her form again. This made Kira difficult to control in the foster home, and it gave her the advantage of sneaking out to seek others like her.
Kira had lived in the foster home for almost 6 years now, and all the while the caretakers had tried their best to convince her that witchcraft is not real. Of coarse she knew better, she knew her parents had told them to keep her away from magic. She had to get free, to be with her kind. she knew there were more out there, she heard them in her dreams.
Kira had kept to herself for most of the six years she was there. Often teased by the other children, in which they called her a freak. The children had no idea that she was a witch, they just knew she was different... and that's all they needed to know.
No one ever considered adopting her, and she didn't care. She was shy whenever someone came to look at the children, and normally coward near her bed.
Kira was an innocent child, and was easily taken advantage of. She had one friend. Only one since she had been there. Her name was Becca, and dammit if she wasn't a hot tempered child! Kira had trusted her a little too well, and ended up getting a fist in her face. From that day on she tried to avoid Becca, and she could care less if Becca knew.
Kira looked like any normal child. dirty blonde hair to her shoulders, bright teal eyes, and being slender, the clothes she was given were extremely too baggy and she continued to stand out as the "unwanted one". She could care less what the others thought, or if she was ever adopted. All those years she had gotten used to that rejected, empty, and alone feeling she felt every passing day, but it still ate away at her heart making her weak and even more vulnerable.
Kira enjoyed her time alone. Seeing as she was always tormented by the children and nagged by the caretakers all day, the quietness of her alone time relieved her. She never understood why she couldn't be accepted for who she was, and from the depth of her soul she hated them all for treating her so poorly.
There was one who understood her. She was a nurse, and she was the only person there that kept Kira from loosing what sanity she had left. In secret, she and the nurse would talk about witchcraft, and how blessed Kira was to have her power. She never tried to make Kira something she wasn't, and she showed Kira that all muggles weren't bad.
One night, it was impossible for Kira to succumb to sleep. She tossed and turned in her bed, cold sweat forming on her forehead. Someone kept calling to her, a voice of a young boy. Calling. and Calling... She woke up in tears, screaming. but no one seemed to of heard her.
On her lap lain a letter with a wax seal, addressed to her. She peered around the dimly lit room, but saw nothing but a bunch of sleeping children. Slowly, but surely, she opened the letter only to reveal a piece of paper with neatly written words inked onto it.
She began to read the letter, "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of merlin, first class, grand sorc. Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)," she thought as she continued to read, "Dear Kira, We are so pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to 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 then July 31. Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress."
Kira was speechless. I she thought at once. I have to get to Hogwarts.. But. how? She read the note over once more
"Owl!?" she found herself yelling, at nothing inparticular. "How the." before she could finish an owl came swooping down from a tall dresser where it had been perched. Kira let out a soft shrill and ducked to avoid its sharp claws, only, to her amazement, it landed gently on her lap.
The snow white owl nipped at her finger as she thought of what to do. Kira quietly slid off the side of her bed and knelt beside her nightstand. She took out a piece of paper and a pen.
On the paper she wrote very carefully "Dear Ms. McGonagall, I would be delighted to go to Hogwarts. But there is one problem, I am stranded in the muggle world without a clue as to where to go and how to get there. It might be clear to you that both of my parents were witches and wizards, but I do not live with them, and they do not have any connections with the magical world. So you can see that I'm in a pickle, is there any way I can get help? Sincerely, Kira"
She brought the end of the pen to her mouth out of habit as she read over what she had just written. She nodded in approval and folded it neatly and wrote "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Deputy Headmistress Minerva McGonagall" upon the front. Once she lifted her pen, the owl instantly snatched the letter and flew off out of an open window into the dark summer night.
Kira quietly climbed back into her bed, and lay the letter upon her chest. "Other witches and wizards... I'm going to meet other witches and wizards..." she softly told herself. She lie on her back, staring aimlessly at the ceiling. oblivious to the world around her.