"Dad! Dad! Mom? Anyone?" I called, hoping someone could hear me and they weren't all out hunting. I was sitting on my bed, staring at the hole in my ceiling. Normally, there wouldn't be anything wrong with that, except for the fact that hole hadn't been there a second before. In a house full of vampires, it wasn't surprising that a hole appeared, but it was surprising on how it happened. I'd been sitting at my computer, trying to figure out a word puzzle I was working on, and I had gotten frustrated. Next thing I knew, there was a popping sound, followed by another, and another, and when I looked up at my ceiling to see what was causing them, I got quite a shock. There was a mini fireworks display in my room! Then the flashing lights exploded upward, bursting through my ceiling, creating a huge hole above my head.
Surprisingly, it was my Aunt Alice who arrived first, instead of my mom or dad. She looked up at my ceiling immediately, and then at me.
"Nessie, what happened? Is your closet okay?" Her nervous eyes rested on my closet, and when she saw that no harm had come to it, she relaxed immensely. "Okay, what did you do? Normally Emmett is the one with holes in his ceiling!" She grinned at me. I held out my hand and she took it, anxious to see what happened. The scene played back through my head as I showed Alice.
"Woah. I don't know what you did, Ness, but that's weird!" She glanced out the window." Everyone else is out hunting. I'd tell you when they'll arrive home, but, unfortunately, I can't see anymore." I looked out my window, too. I smiled to myself as I saw Jake and Seth coming up the drive. "Well, that's my cue to leave. By the way, Ness, the second word down in row seven is spelled wrong." She flitted out of the room, probably to escape the house now that Jake was here. I glanced back at my computer- she was right, it was spelled wrong. Dang it! I can't believe I did that! I quickly fixed it as I heard Jacob coming up the stairs.
"Hey, Jake!" I called down to him. I moved quickly to the door, and threw myself at him in a greeting hug.
"Nessie! What did you do to your roof?" I should've known he's notice it first thing. I played the same thing back to him that I showed Alice, still confused as to what happened. Jacob gasped. "Ness, do you know- I mean, I know, but, it's impossible!" He let go of me and started pacing.
I watched him for a minute or two before I opened my mouth. "Jake, explain, please!" He continued pacing.
"I know what that was. But I'm not sure- it can't be possible. Can you do it again?" I stared at him.
"You want me to accidently blow a hole in my ceiling again? I have no idea how I did that, Jake! Plus my dad's gonna kill me as it is!" He stopped pacing and sat on my desk chair. I hastily made my bed and plopped down on it, insanely curious as to what Jacob was going on about.
"Well, no, I guess not. But can you make something else happen. Here, change my shirt color." I stared at him stupidly. Did he expect me to actually do that? Well, I might as well. I knew Jake, he wasn't going to let me go unless I actually tried.
I closed my eyes. I tried to imagine Jake's light blue shirt changing color into a pink. Pink, because I knew it would annoy him the most if it worked. Not that I thought it would work, but I couldn't see the future.
"Nessie, look!" I opened my eyes a crack. I got so excited at what I saw that I opened both my eyes wide and started jumping. Jake's shirt had changed into a red. That's not what I wanted! But it changed color- what the heck did that mean?
"Is this some type of freaky vampire thing? No one else can do it! What am I doing, Jake?" At this point I started freaking out quite sufficiently. No other vampire that I knew off could do this. With my fast frantic thoughts going through my head, Jake's shirt started changing colors again. Rapidly. And I wasn't even controlling it. This was weird, and more than a little creepy.
"Nessie, you're doing magic!" Was he crazy? I can't believe I was even asking that- of course he was crazy! There is no such thing as magic- but then, I guess that humans thought there were no such things as vampires. And I needed an explanation for these fireworks in my room. But magic? Seriously? I wasn't three!
"Sure, Jake. Whatever." He was starting to look angry at my refusal to believe what he was saying.
"Renesmee, listen to me. Magic does exist- trust me on this. I'm related to wizards." I stared at him blankly. This was definitely new. "You know my last name? Black?" I nodded. Of course I knew my best friends last name! "Yeah, I'm related to the Black wizarding family."
"Who are they, and why haven't you told me this? And shouldn't you be, like, able to do magic or something? How come I've never seen any wizards around here?" I thought these were good questions- there was no way he could pull off faking this magic stuff for long.
"They are a very long-standing family of witches and wizards… You haven't seen them around because, honestly, I doubt they know we exist. You see, that was a family of purebloods, very powerful purebloods, and they didn't like embarrassment. So you can imagine their surprise when Orion and Walburga Black had a squib son. They were terrified and sent him out to live among the muggles. They did have two other magical sons, though, so I guess they got over their devastated shock. But they never put Elric on their family tree."
Jacob had definitely put some thought into this. "Okay. So you're related to this Elric Black guy, what is he, your grandpa? And what's a pureblood? Or a squib? And honestly, what's a muggle?"
"Yeah, he's my grandfather on my dad's side. Rarely comes around. We haven't seen him in a while, not sure if he's still alive. Apparently, they're having some type of war in the wizarding world. I guess you'll find out about it soon enough, though, seeing as you seem to be a witch. A pureblood is a witch or wizard whose magical blood isn't tainted by a human's. So, basically, no marrying and having kids with a muggle if you're a pureblood and want to keep your blood status. A muggle is the wizarding word for a non-magical being. A human. A squib is someone born into a wizarding family with no magical ability at all."
"That actually makes sense. So these pureblood Blacks were really proud of their heritage and when their son had no magic in him, they shunned him? But what does that make me? Would I be the opposite of a squib? Someone with no magical parents but can do magic? I'm not saying that's what I'm doing, I'm just curious."
"Exactly, Ness! That's exactly what happened. I guess you would be the opposite of a squib, but I'm not sure what you are. I think Elric mentioned someone like you once. What did he call them? Um… Oh! A muggleborn! Yeah, that makes sense."
"So I'm, if I can actually do magic and that wasn't a weird vampire fluke, a muggleborn?"
"Yes. And that wasn't a vampire fluke, Nessie. That was magic, trust me. I've heard about it from Elric on one of his few visits. And I bet you'll be getting something in the mail soon."
He walked over to my window, as if expecting something to fly from it at that moment.
"Why would I be getting something in the mail?" I still doubted I was a witch, but I needed an explanation, and this was the best one so far. Maybe my dad or Carlisle could tell me something about it. And Uncle Jasper had been around a long time, he might know.
"You didn't think they just let witches and wizards walk around untrained, did you? No, there's a school for the young to study and learn all the spells and potions. I expect they'll want you to join."
"How can I join? I'm part vampire. That's gotta be working against me!"
"It might be against you, but they don't know that yet. You can hide it."
"How would I hide it? I'm turning eleven, Jake, but I look seventeen! That's hard to hide, don't you think?"
"Well, I don't know. Listen, you can hear them coming back. We can talk to Edward and maybe he'll know what's gonna happen. We might be able to get in touch with Elric, even."
I listened out the window. Jake was right, they were coming back. Even now I could hear Emmett bragging to the others that he caught the biggest mountain lion, and my dad was arguing back. Well, I was sure they would know what to do. They always did.
"Jake, one last question. What's the school called?" I had to know that.
"I think Elric mentioned his brothers going to it. It's Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
