-1Have you ever wondered what could have happened before you were born or about the life of your parent? I think about it all the time. My thoughts full of what ifs and other questions. What if dad never left? What if I met him? What if I was with him instead of mom? What if he was a wizard? What caused mom and him to split? Was it my fault? Did he love her? Did mom love him? Why am I a witch? Will I ever meet him? I couldn't come up with answers for any of the questions in my head. Mom avoided the subject like the plague. I could only guess who my father was or where to find him. Well that was until now. I'm standing in the middle of a private Honolulu graveyard. Everyone had left and it just started to rain. My mother, Elizabeth Maria Shara, killed herself a month before my seventh year at the Hawaiian Institute of Witchcraft and Wizardry. My mother was a depressed woman had been for as long as I can remember and it was all his fault. He left her and caused her to be like this. Left me to live a life where I was afraid to let anyone get close to avoid becoming like my mother. Everyone tells me I look just like her. I never believed them. My hair was a few shades darker and was much shorter and I didn't have her eyes. I towered over my mother with my thin, athletic frame that stood at 5'10" where my mother was a woman who stood 5'4" and was quite dainty. Her hair fell to her waist and didn't have a strand of gray. Of course my mother wasn't that old. My mother was sixteen when I was born. She was young compared to my classmates parents who were in their forties and fifties. She died at 33 of a drug overdose. They tell me she didn't feel a thing. Well she may have not have felt it but I am. The only person in my life is gone. I'll never see her again. I was told to pack all my things that I wanted to keep for I was going to be going to live with my father. I held the letter my mother left for me in my had. It was a thick envelope that was yellowed with age, she must have been keeping it for a while. I don't understand how she could do this to me. More what ifs just appeared in my head the moment I walked into her bedroom where I found my mother lifeless. I haven't cried a tear, they say it is from the shock. But now I'm standing alone in the middle of a graveyard in the pouring rain crying my eyes out. I don't make a sound and stand there. I don't know how long I've been there but it seems like forever. I packed all my belongings and some of mom's before I left the house this morning. I knew I wouldn't pack anything tonight. My mom was my only friend here and know she's gone. I never had friends due to the fact that all my classmates made fun of me because of mother, the way I dressed, of the fact that I was the biggest tom boy there was. The guys didn't like the fact that a girl had more guts than them so I wasn't accepted and the girls didn't like me because of the fact that I was me. I was confused for a boy many times but that didn't stop me from cutting my hair, dressing in boys clothing, and playing quidditch. There were times that my mother couldn't look at me for that very reason. I acted like him I was told one day and I had his eyes. I was a female version of him with mere physical alterations. Now I wonder how hard it was for her to look at me when I came home covered in mud and soaked from diving off the Hawaiian cliffs into the water and looked her in the eye with the smile he always wore when she was with him. Sometimes I think that I was the one who caused her to kill herself, because I was a living reminder of him. After moving to a dry area, but still in sight of my mother's grave, I began opening the letter.
Dani I know you're most likely blaming yourself for what I did. You did nothing I did. I left you after promising I wouldn't. I want to say I'm sorry though I now that probably won't make you forgive me. I want you to know that I love you more than anything. Now that I'm dead you'll most likely be moved to live with your father in England. When you get there you'll meet Hermione, your twin sister. Your father is Jonathan Granger, he is a dentist in London. I know your probably upset, alone, and maybe angry but you have to go. Maybe they can give you a better life than I could.
Love, Your mother
I folded the letter up and looked over to my mother's grave in disbelief as I gently placed the letter into the inside pocket of my jacket. I walked back into the rain and stood by my mother's grave again. A better life she thinks I'll have. She is wrong I loved being with her and hanging out. Not once did she judge me when everyone else did. She respected my choices and let me cut my hair and jump into the ocean from cliffs no matter the height as long as I came home in one piece she'd tell me. She didn't stop me from becoming the quidditch team's beater. Now she was gone and I was going to be sent to live with Jonathan and Hermione, my father and my twin, in England. I was going to miss it here. There wasn't going to be anymore walks of black sand beaches, surfing, or the beautiful environment. I also couldn't visit mom. I pulled the black rose from my pocket and placed on my mother's tomb stone and headed to my house. The one she paid off a month before she died and paid all the taxes on it for years. She left me the house. And I was planning on moving back here the moment I can. Don't worry Mom I'll be back before you know it.
A letter arrived in the mailbox of the Ganger residence addressed to Jonathan Granger. When he opened the letter he nearly ripped it in shock. Elizabeth killed herself. He couldn't believe it. His other daughter was coming to live with them. How are Hermione and Isabella going to take this? His wife Isabella knew of his other daughter but never did it cross their mind that she might end up living with them in England. He left Elizabeth after she gave birth to the twins an took Hermione with him. He wanted nothing to do with her. It was a relationship that should have never happened was what he told her. He took one of the twins simply because he had a child. He wanted a child he just had the child with the wrong woman and there was an extra child he wanted nothing to do with. He threw them both onto the streets and raised little Hermione. He didn't even know what Elizabeth's daughter's name was. He looked over the paperwork again. Dani Joy Shara and she went by DJ. How was he supposed to pick her up if he didn't know what she looked like. He explained everything to both Isabella and Hermione, who couldn't believe he kept this from her and locked herself in her room. Isabella couldn't believe what had happened and rushed out to buy items to decorate Dani's room. Jonathan left the household to get a few drinks at the local bar to as he put it to clear his head. Hermione came downstairs a few hours later to find a person sitting at her kitchen table. Hearing Hermione's footsteps Dani turned to look at who was approaching. Hermione came face to face with a girl that held the same face as her father, her older twin sister.