Disclaimer: The only things I own are any characters that aren't recognizable from the Harry Potter franchise. All else belongs to JK Rowling.
Zephyr I
A week after Zephyr's sixth birthday found her and her brother, Erebus, outside on their playset. Zephyr was taking a turn on the swing and, as most children do, was refusing to allow her brother a turn. Erebus was crying, demanding that he be given a turn, but Zephyr ignored him, swinging higher and higher. Her mother was nearby- just inside- and she was watching them. Zephyr had no reason to worry. She looked to the kitchen door and, upon seeing her mother's motions, slowed down so not to scare her as much. Just as she slowed down, coming to the lowest point in her swing, she was pushed forwards and off the swing by her brother.
"My turn!" Erebus cried, jumping on the swing. Zephyr had already spun around, shaking in anger. As Erebus started to swing higher and higher, Zephyr's hand raised, pointing at the swing. With a loud snap, the metal links shattered, and Erebus fell forwards on the dirt. Zephyr's mother ran outside, shouting as she reached Erebus, inspecting him for injuries. Zephyr watched on in shock, trying to understand what had happened. True, her brother was being a brat, but she didn't really want him to get hurt. How had it happened? How had the metal snapped, almost as if by magic? Did she do it?
Confused as she was, it was the proof her mother had needed. And so, later that evening, Zephyr was sat down by her mother to discuss the events that had occurred. "I swear I didn't mean to," Zephyr told her, tears filling her eyes.
"I know," her mother had replied, gazing over her daughter with tears in her eyes. "I know, baby, and I'm sorry. Whatever this is, we'll work through it- together. I promise you. But you have to promise me one thing- you have to promise me you'll learn to control it. We'll do it together, but you've got to control it."
Zephyr nodded, thinking about poor Erebus. She never wanted to hurt him like that again. He was her younger brother, after all, and it was her duty to protect him. Even from herself. She would do as her mother asked, and she would learn to control whatever this was. After all, if she so easily did that to her own brother, what would she do to the other children at school? To be honest, she didn't want to find out.
A/N: I know I haven't updated this story since the day I published it back in September, but life got in the way. I will try and make an effort to post at least one chapter once a week. However, since I do have a great many chapters or one-shots already written, I think I'll try posting one every night this week. Perhaps I'll even post another chapter tonight. As I stated in the last chapter, most of the following chapters won't have author's notes. I've only included one for this as a sort of apology for the one reviewer who bothered to look at this work, leave a review, and then became sorely disappointed when I did nothing with the story. My apologies, and hopefully I will not leave anyone hanging again with this story.
Enjoy!
~Nicole813711