Hello! This is my first story on Fanfiction! I hope you all like the prologue- the first chapter will kind of clear things up a bit. I will be trying to update about once every 1-2 weeks, but things (mainly school) get in the way! Please be understanding that I am a student and I do have a life (a minimal life, but a life) outside of writing! Please review and favorite, it means so much to us! Thank you and enjoy!

Birthdays had always been my favorite days of the year. Why? Apart from the obvious, like getting cake and presents, I really didn't know. Perhaps it was just getting to see my friends and family so happy, or maybe, because when I was younger, wishing on candles just seemed so magical to me or maybe it was the morbid part of me knowing that I had somehow survived another year of being me, Leigh Watson, even though I led a perfectly normal life. Except on my birthdays. On that one day, fate always decided to twist things up a bit.

June 15, 2006 (3 years old)

"Charlotte Irene Pearson Watson! Sit down right now or God so help me!" Daniel Watson, my father, shouted, albeit lovingly, at my pregnant mummy. She was only three months into her pregnancy, and daddy was already treating her like a porcelain doll. When eight months rolled around, he would be transporting her around on some sort of mattress/wheelchair hybrid for fear of the baby somehow getting damaged from some external force of one sort or another. Mum was in the middle of a slight crisis, because she still hadn't felt the baby kicking yet, and every pregnancy book she read (and trust me, she had read a lot) said that she should have felt the baby kicking at least a week ago. It was my second birthday, and the first birthday Mummy and Daddy did anything for, seeing as I would never remember my first.

"Come on Mummy! Come on Daddy! Present time!" I was three, and I wanted to open my presents now! I was a firm believer in wishes even at this point, and I was convinced that a puppy would be wrapped up with a bow on its head, because I had wished supersupersuper hard for one on my birthday candles. and now that I had three to wish on, I was totally going to get a puppy this birthday. Ohpleaseohpleaseohplease please let it be a puppy in that big box!

Suddenly, my Mummy let out a soft cry, clutching her ever present abdomen. "Daniel! I-i felt something!"

Daddy and I raced over, momentarily abandoning all hopes of a dog. She made a gesture towards a stomach, motioning for us to put our hands there. Sure enough, after a few seconds of waiting, we felt a tiny thump coming from her stomach. Daddy's eyes welled with joyous tears as he carefully hugged Mummy. Through his tears, my dad joked "Did you wish on your candles for a brother or sister Leigh? Because it looks like you're getting one this year!"

Well, no. I did not wish for a brother or a sister. I only wanted a puppy, but it turns out I got a brother and a sister in December, as (yay!) an early Christmas present. It's true, I didn't wish for a sibling, but the timing of the kick had always seemed a bit coincidental to me. And you know what they say about coincidences- the universe is rarely so lazy….

June 15, 2009 (6 years old)

"Make a wish, sweetheart!" My mum and dad exclaimed as I eagerly leaned over my cake to blow out the candles. Before I even got to wish on anything, Trevor, my one year old brother, leaned precariously down from his perch on his highchair and somehow managed to extinguish all six of the candles before I could. Mum and Dad immediately exploded. well, as much as you could explode at a one year old without him bursting into tears. I was almost in tears now, too, because me making wishes was my favorite part of my birthday.

Dad hurriedly rushed back to the cabinet to get the matches again, because there was no way he was letting his baby girl go a birthday without blowing out candles. Me, being my petulant now five year old self, I wanted to make a wish now! I always wished for the same thing every year- a puppy. Three years ago, I had gotten Trevor and Iris, which were basically puppies for their first six months of life. then, they started to become less dog-like and more little human like, so here I was, wishing with all my might for a puppy again. I was ready to open my eyes to extinguish the candles, well, smoke at this point, but when I did peek from beneath my eyelids, the candles were lit and my parents were staring at me in shock. Thinking this was just a joke, I giggled, saying, "I didn't hear you light the candles Daddy!"

My father looked at me with all seriousness in his eyes. "I didn't light the candles honey. They just- well- relit by themselves."

My mother just looked at him with utter disbelief, melting into shock when she turned around to see that the candles, were in fact, actually lit. Mum and Dad just convinced themselves that one of the candles hadn't actually blown out and somehow relit the other 5. That was a pretty sloppy theory even to my now six year old mind, and I never quite forgot about the day when my birthday candles lit up again. Even if that event was slightly overshadowed by my receiving a puppy not long after that incident.

June 15, 2012 (9 years old)

This year was the year of music for me. Our school had just announced before summer holidays that there was going to be an orchestra program starting up when school started up again. Now, I had never been a very musically-inclined person, but this was honestly the first exposure I had ever had-or was really ever going to have- with playing music. My parents both took band in secondary school, and both quit after a month of playing.

Now, I had my heart set on the violin. I had gone to the symphony with my grandparents the year before, and for some reason, the only part of the entire concert that really stuck with me was the concert master's solo. Before now, I knew there was no chance I would be allowed to play and instrument on my own without a group, so there was never really a chance for me to get into any instrument. Now, however, I had a chance. The only things on my birthday list this year were a violin and private lessons, and it turns out I had gotten just that. After cake and candles, my parents presented me with my own violin, with a certificate for private lessons with the lady down the street, who apparently played in the local philharmonic.

That night, I was laying in my bed, trying to sleep, but was being kept awake by visions of me someday playing in a big, red velvet-draped theatre. I listened to me playing the final note of Beethoven- but the music kept playing. I got out of bed, and turned on my bedroom light. blinking spots out of my eyes, I traced the source of the music to…. my violin case? Walking over, I knelt down on the floor and unzipped the case. Sure enough, a beautiful melody wafted from the instrument. My mouth hung open in astonishment.

It seemed like every year, something strange and unexpected happened on my birthday. And this year seemed to be no exception.

June 15, 2013 (10 years old)

This year was a bit different than the last. It must've been with me finally turning double digits, but this year, I really didn't have a birthday list. Now that our family had three kids in school, with all their respective activities, money was a bit tight. I wasn't really expecting anything, so I didn't put any pressure on my parents to get me anything. Besides, I was pretty happy with everything I had now. My birthday passed without much ado. I did receive some clothes, but nothing special.

Too late, I realized there was a big something I wanted. My bedroom had been the same god-awful shade of pink ever since I moved in there after the renovation. i had been lusting over a shade of green for a long time now, but had conveniently forgot to mention it to my parents when asked what I wanted for my birthday, to which i skillfully replied "nothing, please."

I knew it was too late to mention painting my room to Mum and Dad, so that night in bed, I wished and wished like it was my birthday dinner all over again and my pillows were candles.

When I woke up, something seemed off in my room. I began a mental checklist, as I so often did in times of distress. Bed, check, dresser, yes, bookcase, yes (thankfully), walls, ch-wait. Uncheck the walls. I shot straight up in bed, eyeing the walls very suspiciously. You see, I was 500% positive that when I went to bed, the walls were that same shade of ugly cotton candy. Yet, now, not 12 hours after that, I was sitting in a room with green walls, exactly the shade of green I loved. The even stranger part was that my parents didn't know that i liked green, so it couldn't've been them. Even more stranger was the state of the walls. They were dry, as if they hadn't been painted a completely different shade the night before. And that's when I heard my parents clomping up the stairs. How in the world would I explain this to them?

June 15, 2014 (11 years old)

This birthday was as strange as the last, if not stranger. It was the start of a school year where I would be completely changed. It was the dawn of an era, and the end of one as well. It was the birthday when I received a curious letter in emerald ink. It was the birthday when I found out I was a witch.

Yay! Prologue done! Please review! (I greatly appreciate constructive criticism too!)

BD