Senga Point Of View.
I am in my cupboard. A book appeared in front of me a while ago. It has a letter on top of it. The envelope says, To My Dear Baby. I have been debating reading it for a while now. I perfected my reading today at the age of 4.
I reach out the the envelope and open it. I start to read the letter.
Dear Senga,
I am writing this incase I die before you. I am your mother Lily Potter. My husband, James Potter, wasn't your father. Before I tell you who your father is I need to tell you some things about our family.
Our family is from a long line of Celtic priestesses. The book that came with this letter is the family grimoire, it has all the spells our family has created in it as well as some things I added in for you. My father, your grandfather, was a demon, a powerful demon but not as powerful as your father, Satan. This letter and the book were spelled to appear to you when you could read enough to understand it.
You came about as Satan longed for a daughter, and found me to be the perfect female for the job. I agreed as it would make you powerful and less likely to die. You see I am a witch and the wizarding world was and at the time I am writing this letter still is at war. The man leading the war on the dark side is called Voldemort. He was likely to come after you as he believed you to be a half blood because he believed me to be a muggle born, he didn't know about my magical heritage.
I suggest you read through the grimoire to learn how to defend yourself with magic. You should also learn martial arts and Japanese, your father is a Japanese demon and your half brothers are Japanese, if possible.
Goodbye my Sweet baby
From Mummy.
P.S your necklace is placing a glamour on you to make you appear human.
I put the letter down on top of the book, or grimoire as it is called in my mother's letter. I think about everything in the letter for a bit. So I am a demon. Or three quarter demons. I wonder what I should do about the martial arts training, aunt Patunia would never pay for it.
I decide to start reading the book. I had been sent to my cupboard early so there was still going to be light for a few hours. As I read the book I became absorbed in it. Such a small thing holding so much power. I promise myself that I would memorise this books contents.
~*~
It had been a few months since I received the book now. I was now going to nursery. Aunt Patunia was walking me and Dudley both there the first day but after that I was to make my own way there. When we got there we went inside. Aunt Patunia told the teacher about me and Dudley, telling the teacher that Dudley was a little angel and that I was very badly behaved. The teacher didn't seem to believe aunt Patunia about me.
When we were done with that aunt Patunia was allowed to stay with us for 20 minutes to get us settled. I go immediately to the book area. None of the books are that difficult. The teacher walks over to me.
"Hello dear, what are you reading?" She says kindly, if a bit condescendingly.
"The tale of peter rabbit"
"Oh, have you read it before?"
"No aunt Patunia doesn't like it when I read books, says I'm trying to out do her Duddy-kins"
"Can you read, Senga? Your aunt said you were called Senga"
"I taught myself to read a while ago, and my name is Senga Emiyo Potter"
She looks surprised when I glance at her face. I think about something suddenly.
"Do you have any books that would teach me Japanese?"
"No, why?"
"My father and half-brothers are Japanese"
"Oh, I see. We don't have any books that would teach you Japanese but one of our teachers is half Japanese like you, I'm sure she would be happy to teach you"
"Thank you"
"You're welcome dear, now I should go help out the other children"
"Okay Mrs?"
"Higgins"
"Okay Mrs Higgins"
Mrs Higgins walks over to a child who is crying over missing her mother. It is at times like these that I wonder if I really am part human. I don't seem to be the same in some regards. For one I wouldn't cry at something so small as missing my mother, yes I do miss her but not enough to cry, second I seem to be different in that I can control myself when emotional not something I have seen in anyone my age.
I continue my reading, it is rather interesting but not a hard read. I wonder why all the books here use so many small simple words.
~*~
It was my second day at nursery. This time I was doing the full day, aunt Patunia had got me booked in for full days everyday of the week while Dudley was only doing 4 hours Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Today I am greeted by a different lady. While the other one was middle aged this one was younger. She had black hair, tanned skin and brown eyes.
"Hello, Ms"
"Shimizu. Jun Shimizu"
"Hello ms Shimizu"
"What's your name, child"
"Senga Emiyo Potter"
"Is one of your parents Japanese?"
"My father is why?"
"Do you speak the language?"
"No I've grown up with my mother's half sister"
"Would you like me to teach you Japanese then?"
"Don't you have to look after the other children?"
"You're the only child in on some of my shifts"
"Yes I would love for you to teach me Japanese, thank you"
"You're welcome"
1016 words.