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Kisuko stared at the destruction on her door.' What the heck just happened?' this sentence just kept going through her head. She looked at her hands, she just flung a stupid book against the door, and it went right through, she was silently imagining that the door was Aaron's head anyway. She wanted to smash some sense into that nut head of his which was so stubborn, but hey, she didn't exactly wish that the door would, spilt into two the the middle where she hit the door.
"KISUKO? WHAT THE- OK. WHAT HAPPENED?!" her father yelled up the stairs, obviously hearing the crash, and obviously being corrected by her mother.
"I DON'T KNOW DAD! THE DOOR! SOMETHING'S DAMN WRONG WITH ME DAD! I'M SCARED!" Kisuko shouted down, knowing this was serious. Its either leaving with a permanent air vent that she didn't really need, or get grounded. She chose the latter. Of course, at this rate, her parents didn't even need to knock anymore.
"what the hell did you- HONEY! GET YOUR SEXY ASS UP HERE." your father yelled when he saw the mess.
she rolled her eyes.
"not funny dad."
"HOW MANY TIMES MUST I REMIND YOU OF YOUR LAN- oh.oh my." her mother just stared at the door, or was it at her, she didn't know. Alright, maybe her mother was looking at her through the hole in the door, what ever.
"oh god, this cannot be. I'm sure i gave her the potion every night after she slept." her mother said, holding onto her father for support.
"what potion? mom? something's wrong, right?" Kisuko could sense the worry rediating off her parents, she looked into her mother's eyes, guilt and sorrow. Her father's, worry and guilt.
"Why are you both so guilty about?" she asked. 'Way to go Kisuko! you're gonna so earn a smack on the head for being so oblivious to the situation here.'
"we have to tell her honey. she's too powerful now."
"no! we can't.. i promised.. all we've done... its.." mrs aishiru cried into her husband's chest, who held her tight. how was he supposed to tell his foster child that all these years of her life, her parents have been dead, and she was a witch, an elemental at that?
"we have to. she's, been sensing more things lately, i can feel it. can't you too? she's been picking up our feelings, thoughts. she needs training before she loses her mind."
"but... i don't have a say now do i? i'll do it. you go contact dumbledore. she'll join eliel. i'll tell her about her, family."
"mom? dad?"
"shh honey. don't worry. everything's alright." more worry radiate from her mother. Kisuko just watch as she open the door and her mother sat by her on the bed.
"i'm sorry hun."
" what for mom? what's wrong?"
"nothing's wrong honey, its just that. alright. i want you to realise that this situation is extremely serious, and at no point of time i would want to hear you laughing, until i'm done. and i swear, all i'm saying now is the truth, the damn truth."
"mom! you sweared! i mean, you said."
"i guess i have a bad side too. i only promised your mohther not to swear so much that's all. as i was saying.. you're a witch Kisuko. An elemental witch, shut up and let me talk. your real name is Emma Whitney Throne. you have an elder brother Eliel Jade Throne, he's a year older than you, studying in hogwarts, where you would soon join him, tonight in fact. School started since the first of this month, you're only a week late, so its really ok. Arlight Emma, right Emma. we're not your real parents, your real, biological father is Harem Throne, and your mother Bethany Swan. from this point on, you are Emma, Emma Whitney Throne. you are an elemental witch that can control the weather, yes, just like Storm from X-men. i'm sorry. your parents died. i'm your mother's best friend, and the only one she had ever trusted, apart from your father. she is a very rare kind of witch Emma, she can do wandless magic. we, as in, normal witches and wizards have to cast our magic with a wand. you have to also. dumbledore woul d insist. it is not good to let other people know of your abilities. let me continue. this is how you truly look like." with a wave of a stick, Emma felt herself changing, her short hair felt longer, her clothes felt looser.
"look at yourself in the mirror Emma. you're a replica of your mother. she was so beautiful. if you ever miss her, look into the mirror Emma, your mother is living within you, she loved you so much, she gave up her life for you." Emma stood up and went to her full-length mirror. she felt oddly taller. oh well, she was. A beautiful face stared back at her. was that her? or was it her imagination? she felt her now truly defined face. it was odd, having long hair and actually looking good in it. her sort of wavy, brownish black hair reached her butt.she pulled her bangs aside to see her perfectly trimmed eye brows. her eyes were brown, the same brown as it was. she shrugged. something left of her old self. she liked it.
"wondering about your eyes? honey, your mother had green ones. but your father had brown ones."
Emma nodded. she felt her nose, they had never been so sharp and nice, her freckled ugly face was gone, it was replaced with a perfect face that Emma knew she could get used to. she was slimmer, taller. what more could she ask for? she was perfect, in her own eyes.
"Emma? look behind your neck."
Emma looked, she gasped when she saw a black tattoo of a gothic looking butterfly.
"i have a freaking tattoo? awesome!" Emma smiled.
"its not a damn freaking cool tattoo Ki- Emma! this is probably one of the things that are more important. that tattoo, the butterfly, its something that your mother and you share a bond with. there are magical abilities in butterflies. but in the wizarding world, you don't find much of them. they go into hiding. only coming out when people like you summon or ask them to. you have the power to control them. along with that pendant. your mother left it for you. you are only worthy enough to use the power to control butterflies when you learn how to open that pendant Emma. as least, that was what your mother said. not just simply opening it. its understanding it Emma. your mother wanted me to tell you that you have to keep a watchful eye on things that are happening around you. even though you can see through people's eyes and see their auras, you're not invincible." Mrs aishiru told Emma about Voldermort, who was partly the cause of her father's death which eventualyl led to her mother's. And about death-eater s, about hogwarts, the houses. and when she was done, she taught Emma how to change her clothings by just snapping her fingers. Emma got the hand of it after her first try. it was quite easy, she was a natural at using these powers. but Emma just wanted to try to open the locket-like pendant. was there something special in the locket? maybe a real picture of her mother and father. which Mrs aishiru could not provide. she looked at herself in the mirror once more. wearing a black shirt that fit her perfectly now, a pair of faded jeans, and her checkered sneakers. she snap her fingers to apply make up and a shade of black nail polish. Emma felt as though she's been doing this for years.
'i could get used to this everyday. less hassle. whee!' Emma though, smiling at herself. she was going to Diagon alley for her wand, and other stuff. And then she was gonna meet her real brother at hogwarts where she was gonna study at from now. Emma felt sad though, leaving her foster parents. they had brought her up for 15 years now. leaving them in such a hurry. it wasn't really what she planned. she wanted to to take care of them at their old age. she wanted to-
"EMMA? EMMA! I'M LEAVING WITHOUT YOU! AND YOU'LL NEVER FIND YOUR WAY THERE YOURSELF!" mrs aishiru yelled up the stairs. although, 'i never want to leave you at all.' was just hanging on her mind.
"coming! Emma took one last look at herself and ran down the stairs."
"i didn't hear you close the door."
"that, is taken care of." Emma snapped her fingers and she heard her door slam.
'not to worry my dear Bethany, your daughter is the prettiest, smartest, downright coolest natural i've ever seen. thanks to your hubby.' mrs aishiru thought when she taught Emma how to use the floo powder.
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This is a rather old story of mine. Hope you liked it! (: REEVVIIIEEEWWW PLEASE! kthxbye.