The Crazy Slytherin

by theScarletteWriter

It was a new world, literally; even if all she had to do was cross a few streets. Work was still work, fun was still hard to make time for. She's only thankful Deniel decided to tag-a-long on the way. Now, if only the warm tingling of her fingers would start to calm down, there 's only a few that an eleven year old muggleborn can do, no matter how ambitious she was. OC Self-Insert

Sometimes

The girl's hands shook. Fingers tingling and still emitting a soft green glow. Eyes blown wide in surprise and fear, the dark orbs dart towards the equally surprised ones of her mother. Identical sets of eyes stared at each other as mother and daughter finally came to grasp that what happened was surreal. As quick as always, the mother shook herself out of her stupor, she ignored the urge to flinch and hesitate, immediately grabbing her daughter's glowing hands and holding them close, kneeling in front of her young daughter whose tears were just about to fall.

"Everything will be alright sweetling, we'll get to the bottom of this. Don't you worry, mommy's got you."

After that first incident it became a norm for the little girl's fingers to twitch for something, anything, to fiddle with for the warmth in her fingers to calm down. Whenever that happened, her Papa laughed and boasted about how proud he was that his little princess was so good in drawing, with how fast she was in solving the rubik's cube, with how she was so different with other kids who were obsessed with their gadgets, with how she was unique and his own special little genius.

His big, warm hand would pat her head and ruffle her hair, and she would smile and say something cheeky. He would throw his head back and laugh, his loud laugh echoing in their small two story house, and mother and daughter would brown eyes would meet in secret, because sometimes, even if they loved Papa with all their hearts, Papa was too overzealous; easy to make angry as he was easy to laugh, and they both knew that sometimes, he loved God just a little bit too much. Papa would be more than disappointed if she turned out to be abnormal.

Sometimes, though, the warmth from her fingers would be too much, and the things she was working on was not enough, and biting her nails was not enough to dissuade the heat from tingling fingers, and she would point at things when she was alone in her room and they would do things.

Sometimes they would float. Sometimes they'd change color. One time her teddy bear actually waved at her before she got too scared and ran out of her room.

Sometimes she hated the warm tingles in her fingers, because that meant that she wasn't normal. And Papa didn't like things that weren't normal, and glowing, tingling fingers were never normal, ever.

But more than those sometimes, she liked the tingling feeling. She loved the warmth that only she could feel. Nobody else in her school could do what she could, could feel what she felt, and even if she couldn't tell any of her friends about the things she could do it still felt nice because her insides would warm up whenever she was having fun with them. Just like how it was warm whenever her Mom brushed her hair every night.

Sometimes, she also wondered if there were others like her. If she would get to meet them one day. Loneliness was not a good feeling after all.