Unnatural Selection

The musings of a teenage girl: Natural Selection my butt. Face it; sometimes fate just picks on us. Call it voodoo, magic, karma it's there. This story is about the truth: That sometimes no matter what your efforts exerted, some people are just meant to be screwed.

Disclaimer: I am not J.K Rowling (insert clever, witty retort) Yadda, yadda, yadda we've all heard it before

A cloaked figure stalked through the night passing streetlight after streetlight on a quiet street, drawing the light into him as if he beckoned the tiny, glowing orbs. He reached his destination stopping at a quaint, stone house with a sensible vehicle in the driveway and he stood swaying on the front porch. Under the porch light the figure came into view, and a bearded young man with a small bundle clutched to him looked as if he were giving whatever conundrum was plaguing him a second thought. He looked around, contemplating if he were at the correct house. He took a step back, examining the adjacent houses trying to find a clue as to his current location. A noise from a home across the way stirred him out of his thoughts, and he knew he didn't have much time. He looked into the stone home's front window to find a man around thirty chasing after a three year old boy in what looked like to be a living room, and a woman walk in to chastise them at their noise level and general rough housing. The man gave the bundle that was now stirring from it's slumber a warm smile and whispered an endearing promise of safety that was lost into the pitch black darkness of the night.

" I promise we will meet again, my dear Alastrina."

The man set down the swaddled lump onto the welcome mat of his earlier fixation, and rang the doorbell. He stalked off into the darkness leaving just as silently as he arrived.

Michael Brightman lunged at his son just as his wife, Norma busted into the room to chastise their rough housing.

"Michael Jordan Brightman, what are you thinking? Grappling with a three year old? You have got to be kidding me," her face growing purple from anger.

"Come on norm! Alex is dying to join kickboxing; he'd be great at it. Look at what I've taught him." Michael countered. Alexander and his father both bobbed and weaved, until one of Alex's kicks strayed to his dad's groin. His father instantly crumpled in pain, his eyes watering.

"Serves- Ah ha ha- you right- ha ha- you idiot- ah ha ha!" Norma was in a fit of giggles rolling on the floor of their quiet suburban living room. Making the move from the hustle and bustle of New York to the cute, quiet suburbs of central texas was definitely the best decision of her life. She decided to make the move not only for her benefit, but also for her unborn child's future. New York was no place to be raised, and she and Michael knew as soon as they found she was with child they needed a change of pace. She mused in her head if she hadn't gotten pregnant she'd still be living a fast paced life of an actress trying to make it big in the big apple. A loud pop followed by the doorbell roused her from her daydreams.

"Oh no honey, don't worry I'll get that," she giggled knowing Michael was in no condition to stand let alone greet company. She composed herself and opened the door, but was surprised to see that no one was there. She was about to shrug it off and rejoin her fallen husband when she heard a small mewling sound. She looked around to only be startled by an innocent giggle. She looked down to see a baby swaddled in a purple blanket. She picked up the baby to further inspect it, and Norma found that she was staring into intelligent, big, round hazel orbs that had a gravitational pull to rival that of the moons. Dark curls framed the baby's round face, and the baby couldn't seem to keep its hair out of its mouth. The only clue as to why this fallen angel had graced her with her presence was a small note written on thick, expensive paper with an elegant scrawl that read:

" Alastrina Adonia Dumbledore"

And under that it read:

Please heed my every word as it is of importance beyond your reckoning. This is my only offspring, and she is of great importance to all of mankind. She must not know of her true identity. Let her take your surname, but do not lie to her. Let her know you are not your biological parents, but love her all the same. I will arrive on her sixteenth birthday. I will be forever indebted to you.

Keep her safe

The note was signed A.P.W.B.D. Norma's inspection of her new found friend was interrupted by her husband's annoyed voice growling, wondering who was at the door at this hour, and instantly he was captivated at the angel in his wife's arms.

"Honey, is there something you want to tell me?"