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Chapter two.

I stepped out of my house carrying a small plate with a bit of torn chicken and a cup of plain tea. I very carefully set it on the table and quickly went back inside to get my own cup and to check, again, on my son. I left the patio door open as I slipped my tea – just a bit of sugar and honey added – and settled into my chair.

Vernon had already left for work at exactly 8:32 AM as he did every day other than Sunday. And Dudley was asleep for his nap, the same as the day before. There would, hopefully, be no one to interrupt me.

I spoke a bit louder than what was necessary, "There aren't too many strays here and all of them wouldn't dare turn down some chicken and scratches. It would be rather abnormal for a cat to do so here."

I waited for a few seconds for the feline to start eating before I patted its head. I stubbornly stared ahead as I sipped my tea and petted the cat with the strange markings.

"I'm rather normal, thank you very much." I blurted out, the cat paused, "I have a husband with a normal job, a son that I stay home to take care of, my house is just like every other house with the same yard, and I wear very normal dresses for a normal housewife. I'm Normal."

I wrapped my fingers firmly around the neck of the cat and barked out a harsh laugh, "I'm not really normal though, am I? No one tries to be normal this hard and actually is normal." I glanced down at the cat and pulled my hand away. It, she, was staring at me warily and I smiled bitterly. "You can say this is rather abnormal for me, can't you? What with the way you've been hanging around."

I stood up and went back inside for a second. When I came back out the cat was still sitting there watching me, I placed a thing of sugar and honey down and pressed an old leather-bound journal to my chest as I sat back down.

"I'm nothing if not polite to guests, do you prefer sugar or honey in your tea? Or nothing at all?" I asked. The cat stared for a minute before slowly nodding towards the honey; I poured a bit in the cup and lightly pushed it towards the feline.

I hummed, "I will be honest here, dear. I hate magic users." The cat hissed. "I will always hate them I think. None of them can make it very long without their magic. It is used for everything! Even something as simple as making lunch is done by magic – without magic no one in that world would be able to even care for themselves. It's rather pathetic, really.

I don't want magic, no, why would I want something like that?" I scoffed and looked at the bristling cat at my side, "All you magic users need is one bullet to the head of that madman and this stupid little war would be much easier to win."

The cat stopped hissing and straightened, her eyes growing wide.

"You didn't really think that I believed that you were an actual cat, did you? I'm a muggle, not an idiot." The cat started to shift over to the edge of the table, no doubt to change back into her human form.

"Don't you even dare change back, Witch!" I snapped. "There is no reason for it in any matter, Minerva, I know who you are, why you're here, and I really don't want to hear anything you say. The only reason why I haven't gotten Vernon to chase you off is because I must pass this onto Lily; that is the only reason why I haven't informed him about what you are."

I took in a deep breath and calmed down. Minerva peered at me for a second before she sat back down and drank her tea.

I shook as I thought of what I was about to do. Things would change, that much I knew, but I had to make sure that it wasn't by too much. But I really wished that I could change it.

I ran my fingers down the front of the journal and sighed, "This is for Lily, not anyone else. Not Dumbledore, not James Potter, no one but Lily. Do you understand? This is for my sister, this will be last thing – the last bit of contact – between us before," My voice cracked, "Before everything comes to an end."

I slid the journal towards her and ignored how my hands shook, "Years ago, before I left home, I gave Lily a key. That key is the key for this journal. I also went to a Wizard and had him place spells, charms, and other kinds of magic on both items. The only way for this journal to open is by that key."

I looked Minerva in the eye, "This is not for your little 'order'. This is my apology to my sister for everything, for what I have said and for what I haven't said. For everything. For – for what I will not be able to say.

I… I believe that she deserves to know why the first thing out of my mouth when I first held her was 'I'm so sorry'."

There was a loud wail from the house, I stood up and brushed myself off. "It must reach her before Halloween. Now, shoo. My son needs me."

I started up towards the house before pausing, "… I hate magic. I hate how it turns people. I hate magic users because all of you have tricked yourselves into believing that everything is black and white, that there is no grey. I hate magic, because it just doesn't care about who wields it. But… I do love my sister. And, I think, that most of all, I hate myself for hiding what I did."

I continued to the house mumbling, "Yes, I hate myself for what I have to do to make sure the future is how it must be. I truly despise myself." I closed the door and made to calm my son down, pushing thoughts of what had just happened to the back of my mind.

I did what I did, no use thinking about it anymore.

If the dishes, along with cups and plate from outside were cleaned and in their proper places without anybody doing it, then obviously I must have just forgotten that I did it.

There wasn't any freakishness in my home, no.

I was rather normal, thank you very much.