The Beginning
Chapter One
Natsue's Pov
Years later.
I was only one when my mother left me. Still a gurgling little
baby, not knowing anything. I could remember some things when I sat
down during long hours and did nothing but think of my unknown past.
My rather mysterious, unknown past. (I don't even know who my father
is........) only SOME things , mind. I remember how my mother looked
like, though, maybe due to the help of photographs. She was rather
beautiful and exotic, tall and thin with silky jet-black hair that
curled to her shoulders , cut back from her face and ears with a sweep
so that it shimmered like satin in the sun.Her skin was fair and smooth
, making you think of a tall glass of milk.Her startling , flashing
brown eyes suited her smile. Beauty. She had beauty, all right.
But what was the use of being beautiful if you couldn't even take
care of your child? Wasn't even brave enough to face the challenges
as a mother. Abandoning her child at the gates of her father's mansion
wasn't exactly witty,I'd say. I could have been better off living in
an orphanage or at a foster home. By dumping me with her father had
made me hate her even more. What else can I remember ?You ask.
Nothing at all.Expect for the pathetic, self-pitying words she had
said. "Forgive mummy, Natsue. I'm so sorry........"Even though
I had heard her words then, I could not understand .How could
I understand? I was only one.
Grandfather's filthy rich, all right. I've been given the best
of everything sice I was young. I have everything I desire, everything
I want. Oh, yes.Grandfather loves me all right, he loves me to bits.
But that made me hate that bitch even more.Why couldn't she be
grandfather?All my friends had mothers , to fuss about them, to care
about them, to spoil them, to LOVE them. Love, really, it's a funny
and powerful thing indeed. Another thing I hate my mother for is
because she was never there to guide me, to teach me about the power.
Since I had been a baby, I had felt the power as I called it, and I
can also sense anyone who has the power.Other than my mother , no one
at all.What power?I now have the pleasure of telling you that I was
born with telekenetic powers.Powers I inherited from my mother.
Powers that show. Powers that are great and powerful .i developed
them all on my own, at a very young age. I used them.Played with them.
In time to time , it became my best friend.
I knew I was magical from the start. Grandfather told me.
Sadly there are no wizarding schools. Magical children are home
schooled by their parents. Since I was six , I've been taking classes
with my next door neighbour , whose a half-blood.My education , however
, was at stake. So grandfather wrote to the headmaster of hogwarts .
A wizarding, boarding school my own mother had attended in her late
teens. My grandfather ,by the same way, had gotten her a place at that
school.My grandfather wasn't a wizard,no, not he . He was a muggle.
It had been my grandmother , who died of cancer a long time ago,who
had been a witch. It was through her he had got to know the wonders
of the wizarding world.I sighed as I thought of how life would be like
at Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardy, my next destination.
**u can flame if u want but please be polite.
Chapter One
Natsue's Pov
Years later.
I was only one when my mother left me. Still a gurgling little
baby, not knowing anything. I could remember some things when I sat
down during long hours and did nothing but think of my unknown past.
My rather mysterious, unknown past. (I don't even know who my father
is........) only SOME things , mind. I remember how my mother looked
like, though, maybe due to the help of photographs. She was rather
beautiful and exotic, tall and thin with silky jet-black hair that
curled to her shoulders , cut back from her face and ears with a sweep
so that it shimmered like satin in the sun.Her skin was fair and smooth
, making you think of a tall glass of milk.Her startling , flashing
brown eyes suited her smile. Beauty. She had beauty, all right.
But what was the use of being beautiful if you couldn't even take
care of your child? Wasn't even brave enough to face the challenges
as a mother. Abandoning her child at the gates of her father's mansion
wasn't exactly witty,I'd say. I could have been better off living in
an orphanage or at a foster home. By dumping me with her father had
made me hate her even more. What else can I remember ?You ask.
Nothing at all.Expect for the pathetic, self-pitying words she had
said. "Forgive mummy, Natsue. I'm so sorry........"Even though
I had heard her words then, I could not understand .How could
I understand? I was only one.
Grandfather's filthy rich, all right. I've been given the best
of everything sice I was young. I have everything I desire, everything
I want. Oh, yes.Grandfather loves me all right, he loves me to bits.
But that made me hate that bitch even more.Why couldn't she be
grandfather?All my friends had mothers , to fuss about them, to care
about them, to spoil them, to LOVE them. Love, really, it's a funny
and powerful thing indeed. Another thing I hate my mother for is
because she was never there to guide me, to teach me about the power.
Since I had been a baby, I had felt the power as I called it, and I
can also sense anyone who has the power.Other than my mother , no one
at all.What power?I now have the pleasure of telling you that I was
born with telekenetic powers.Powers I inherited from my mother.
Powers that show. Powers that are great and powerful .i developed
them all on my own, at a very young age. I used them.Played with them.
In time to time , it became my best friend.
I knew I was magical from the start. Grandfather told me.
Sadly there are no wizarding schools. Magical children are home
schooled by their parents. Since I was six , I've been taking classes
with my next door neighbour , whose a half-blood.My education , however
, was at stake. So grandfather wrote to the headmaster of hogwarts .
A wizarding, boarding school my own mother had attended in her late
teens. My grandfather ,by the same way, had gotten her a place at that
school.My grandfather wasn't a wizard,no, not he . He was a muggle.
It had been my grandmother , who died of cancer a long time ago,who
had been a witch. It was through her he had got to know the wonders
of the wizarding world.I sighed as I thought of how life would be like
at Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardy, my next destination.
**u can flame if u want but please be polite.