Hello! I hope you enjoy my story and for the ones that like first-person stories, the rest of the story is in first person but thought the Prologue would be better in 3rd person. The prologue is just to help you understand more of why her father left and where all Mia's hurt came from. Just so you are warned this is a longish story. Also I do have someone editing my story now so if you want the edit version (better grammar and spelling) just look Edited. But for the ones that it doesn't matter then just keep reading. Alright happy reading! :D
Disclaimer: From the wizarding world of Harry Potter, I would like to thank JK Rowling for unknowing letting me used her characters and the wizarding world in which she imagined. I own nothing of her characters, but from my petty fanfiction, I do own Mia and a few minor characters I have created. The character Lindsay is not of my creation but my friend who I played countless hours of Role play with. Enjoy the Story!
PROLOGUE (edited)
The room was dark, but it was far from quiet. Shouts from the next room reached the room of the girl. The girl with parents that had once loved each other. She sat on her bed, crying quietly, asking herself what she had done wrong. She already knew the answer. It was because she was different from most people, and she hated that.
"It's a gift! And it's not from the bloody devil!" Her mom shouted. The little girl cried harder with her legs against her chest and her face buried in her lap. Her chest tightened from the hate that her father had shown her over the past few days since she had received an owl from a school. Every kid feels separate or different during their life, but to be a witch, the little girl refused to believe it. She has only felt empty. It's lonely for her. She just wanted to be normal.
"She got it from me! I am a witch, and guess what, so is Ryan! Why do you think we cannot send him letters! He was thrown into Azkaban, a wizard prison!" The mom shouted more. Just over a month ago, her half-brother was sentenced for life in prison for various things that her parents refused to speak of it. He was only 19.
"What is Peter, a wizard as well?" her father finally shouted. His voice filled with either anger or sadness. The 11-year-old girl couldn't tell. Without her knowledge, her door opened slowly and a little boy slipped through, two years younger than her.
"Mia," the boy whispered faintly. Mia slowly moved her head from her lap and looked at the little boy with sad dark eyes.
"Peter." She smiled faintly.
"Am I a wizard like you?" he asked keeping his voice down.
"Let me ask you this, have you ever been able to do things and you don't even know how you did it?" Mia asked. She prayed with everything she had left, that he would say no. Just because all the hope for her father to love her again was gone, didn't mean it should be that way for Peter. When he shook his head, all the worry she carried for her brother washed away from her body in a wave. "Then no, you're not a wizard."
Peter walked over to Mia's small bookshelf and scanned the books looking for one, in particular. One that will make his sister smile and forget about all the mean things that father and mother are shouting at each other. Finding the perfect one, he pulled it out and walked over to his sister's bed. Peter sat up on the bed next to his older sister. He turned on the lamp next to the bed before opening the cover of the book. Skipping all of the intro pages, he found the beginning of the story and began reading, "Many years ago a wealthy merchant lived in a busy port town…"
After the second page, Mia soon found herself falling asleep. Not because she was bored but for many other reasons. By the next morning, Mia found herself alone with only her mother. Love no longer filled her heart but only anger and depression. Her face forgot how to make a real smile and laughter never left her lips. When the next school year came around, her mom enrolled her in a school to enhance her wizarding abilities. Her old muggle, or at least that's what her mom calls non-magic folk, friends stopped visiting. Mia never made any new friends, but people did talk to her every once in a while. She was more of a loner than anything and because of that, she became good at her studies. Not the top, but good enough where the teachers didn't need to help her and where she became a tutor for a lot of it.
As for her home life, it became unbearable. Her mother was never home and became a bit crazy. She became even lonelier and began to cry herself to sleep. However, she refused to let anyone see her depression. She found that a fake smile was the best mask for her feelings and wore it often. Though just like an ordinary mask it could never hide her eyes, which showed her true feelings; pain. Mia only found peace at her school.