Disclaimer: I do not own any Harry Potter characters or the book itself, I leave that up to the brilliant writer known as J K Rowling.

Notes: It's not really a chapter but a letter. This story is pretty much about an adopted girl who needs to learn who her mother is. This chapter is just a letter.

Introduction

Dear Serenity Amaya Chang,

It's been too long, hasn't it Serenity? I miss you. I know you probably feel a bit of resentment from me and you just don't care. You may think I've neglected you and not been there for you but wrong you are. I've watched you, my dear.

I've only got to watch you up to your eleventh birthday. You look a lot like me. If I were to walk with you this moment you would probably be considered as my sister. There's lots to tell you but so little time. You're supposed to read this at your thirteenth birthday so you won't be too angry to read it.

Let's start with your father. Well it was a tragic thing that happened but I don't resent having you at all. Well I met your father at school; he took a liking to me. He was a handsome bloke er—man. He was about seventeen or sixteen when he first asked me on a date. He was so funny, your father.

Well he was participating in a deadly competition. I really hoped this wouldn't happen to him. It was so tragic. He died in this competition—murdered to be exact. I cried day and night. I was surprised to learn I didn't flood the city.

I went back to school and fell in love again. It felt great to get out there again. I began to felt guilty when I finally shared his first kiss with him. I just couldn't believe that I bounced back quickly. There was a lot on my mind.

I know what your thinking. Why did I let myself be unhappy? Why didn't I except the love as it graciously leapt on my lap? That reason will come soon enough my princess but I still have much to explain.

I began to use this bloke er—boy to get him to tell me about your father's death. I was selfish. I wanted information. I wanted to know as much as I could about the death so I could stop myself from crying. I wanted to know if he fought for his dear life so I—you could be proud.

He began to realize I was taking advantage of them and frankly he tried to stop me from talking about him. I didn't stop though and I knew he was tired of talking about your father. I also got jealous of his friend that was a girl. I had the green monster in me. What is it you kids say? Lol?

Then this boy and me began to drift apart fast. We weren't clicking like we used to. We wouldn't laugh and date anymore. We sort of "fell apart". I wasn't very happy though. I'm glad he married his true love and we're still good friends—till I disappeared of course.

Here comes the part about you. Do you know why I felt guilty about liking other men? Do you know why He and I fell apart? Well because of you. I never got to tell your father but I was holding his baby.

We had it. I know I don't have to explain it because you probably went over it in health class. I knew it was a horrible idea. He said we were safe. It—if you know what I mean—broke.

I worried for weeks. I got my result a week later. You know what it said? It said positive. I was crying my eyes out after I received the news. I never told your father that he was a father. I never got the chance to either.

Now you must be wondering why I left you where you are today. I did it because I was sixteen. We had it when I was fifteen and he died before I let him know the news. I know I was stupid to agree to that but I also felt the urge of having it. Look where it ended. Though I don't ever resent having you.

You know what I did? I concealed my stomach with magic. It was an Illusion charm. People didn't suspect a thing. During the summer, I flew to America—preferably Salem, Massachusetts and gave birth to you on August Fifteenth, exact date of when you should have been born.

I gave you your name and hastily went to the orphanage. I placed you their and I put protection over you and watched you every day. I loved you but I couldn't tell my parents who still believe I have only two children, who are twin girl and they're two months old. My husband knows and he watched you too, sweetie. We all watched you.

Well you probably had about enough of me. You obviously want to know more about you don't you? Well first of all you are of the Chinese, Japanese, and Korean descendant. You have a bit of Scottish of you—your father. You are beautiful and gained most of my looks and intelligence.

There is more important things about you pertaining to your father. You have his smile. You also have his kindness, sweetness, and funniness. You are also fun to be around. You don't have much pride and you're so nice to everyone. Your brave—like your father. I can't imagine a person more like him.

He also told me an important thing about your name. He was the one who wanted to have a daughter named Serenity Hope but I told him that he'll have to pick one if he wanted to marry me (We had plans of marriage even though he never knew he had a child). He choose Serenity and I said what about her middle name? He said a Japanese name because he always thought that would suit his daughter best. I suggested Sango but that started with an S. He looked online and loved the sound of Amaya. He thought that was the best name. I fulfilled his wish. I wish he were here so we could raise you together.

Happy early or belated birthday, Serenity! I know a delayed response. I want to celebrate with you Serenity. I wish you, luck in your life, Serenity? You will always have my protection til death come your way.

I've watched you Serenity. I know a family will come to see your true potential but you are my sweet daughter. You shine like the sun and glow like the moon. Serenity, I have utmost trust towards you to lead a healthy fun-filled life. Let Grace and Peace be multiplied unto you.

Love,

Mummy