I lately have been obsessed with Harry Potter and this what my mind has created in the process, so I hope you enjoy. I own nothing but my OC and feedback is appreciated.
P.S it's pronounced Ma-je-stray,
Magistray's POV
It was a day like any other for a ten year old kid, well that is, if it's their birthday. Though the day was what they called my birthday, no one knows for sure, because I was adopted, and was found alone in the woods near a village as a presumed new born. Still I always found my adopted parents to be nothing short of a real loving family, and I loved them all the same.
It was just me, my adoptive mother and father, e lived in a two story house just outside of London, but we had only lived there for about two years, before that we were traveling to places such as Italy, America, South Korea, Japan, and Africa. Learning all kinds of things, as it was I was homeschooled.
All though my actual 'birthday' was that day, I had my party the day before, seeing as my mother and father wanted to have the day together as a family, and said that they had a very special present for me that they had been saving until this very day, and little did I know it was very special, and very shocking.
I ran downstairs as soon as my eyes opened after all of about six hours of sleep, at the max, bursting with joy to find my parents were already awake, that meant no waiting for them to get up. They were sitting on the couch that was facing the stairs, my dad's feet on the table, and mug of coffee in his hand, with my mom's head against his chest, cuddled up with a blanket, both of them smiling at me.
"Happy birthday," he said as they both got up, my mom heading for the kitchen, my dad heading toward me," baby girl" he added picking me up and laying me on the couch, putting the blanket that my mom was cuddled up with around me. My dad had an American accent, but like me my mom had an English accent.
"Now I don't think she's a baby anymore." Mom said, coming into the living room with a tray with an ice cream cake, and three cups of what I assumed to be coco on it in her hands. "I mean she is a whole eleven years old as of today."
"Maybe." I piped up, my voice still a little horse from waking up. They both looked down for a second, then to me. Mom sat the tray down on the table, then kneeled next to me on the ground.
"Look I know it must be hard not knowing anything about your past, or where you came from but-"Mom started, but I cut her off.
"Yeah I know, just forget I said it." Hearing this a thousand times before, I didn't feel like listening to it again.
"Actually," Dad started," I think it is a good subject to be on for your surprise" What?
"Well- I guess-"she tried to find the right words to say while looking at dad, then she looked to me, and took my hands in hers and looked into my eyes," there is no beating around the bush anymore." I was lost what was this surprise, why did it feel like more of a 'sorry but your goldfish is dead' conversation than a birthday gift one. Then after what seemed to be hours to me she spoke, "You're a witch."
I know it's pretty short but I wanted to end it there and I also wanted you guys to put some feedback in before I did too much.
Plz, R&R!