Disclaimer: Anything and everything that deals with Harry Potter and its entity belongs to
J.K. Rowling.
A/N: This story has now been revised from the original due to the fact that I have grown and decided the story needed some changes for the original had no specific plot whatsoever.
I'm A Witch
by
Ariatina McAlpin
Hey there, my story begins here! I'm fourteen years of age (fifteen in July!) and my parents are divorced; I live with my mom in the suburbs of Washington, D.C. my dad, on the other hand, kind of disappeared. After the separation when I was a baby, very few times did we meet; very few times did we even speak. Mother is usually out of the country, in her homeland, where she stays with my grandmother. So I stay with my aunt, uncle, and cousin. My uncle is the only full Caucasian of the group and the only one who doesn't speak our language. No matter, that is not a problem and we need not spend much time on that. A very argue-some family life I have with them. I'm practically their little 'secretary'. 'Do this… do that…' is what I hear. I've got a cousin, my age. Though she is spoiled, and they barely ask her to do anything. They just pass it on to me. So, though a Leo, I don't have much self-confidence on me. When I want to learn how to sing, even though some say I am actually pretty good, I get told that I can't sing. That I am not able to. Acting, oh! How much I'd want to do this, I'm sure won't happen. I don't ask for much. I don't ask for what I want, I accept what they give, yet I am told that I get everything that I ask for and that I am better off than practically everyone else my age. They say I have everything…that I am almost spoiled. Yet, they do not know. They may be my family; I live with them. Yet they do not know me. I feel apart, separate. They say that my knowledge is no good, that what I am interested in learning will never help me in life, that instead I should do some thing more practical and just know where I put things. So if this is the case, then why do we even have certain subjects in school? If history is baloney, why do we learn it? That is my life, so far… until one fateful day…
Mother suddenly arrived on the eve of my fifteenth birthday, with a surprise in hand. While away she had met a man and dated him for two years or so. She never told me about him and always said that she's no interested in dating anymore. I guess this was all a façade, in truth she had already fallen in love and was scared of what I may think. I've never really grown up with my father, the closest thing I have is my Uncle. Now I actually have a father, a step - father though. After their secret two-year relationship, they came out to the family…married. So my mother is now Mrs. Daniel Porter, and I am the odd one out. Apparently they had just gotten engaged a few months ago and in their celebration my mother had impregnated herself so they had to elope instead of having the formal ceremony that they had desired. So here I am, about to move on to a new life with my new father and soon-to-be sibling.
"Mommy?" Aubrianna called to her mother.
"Yes dear?" answered Kathryn Porter
"Why did you hide Daniel from the family all these years?"
Kathryn hesitated before answering her daughter, " I…I wasn't sure if it was safe or not…safe to show him to the rest of the family."
"why?" Abrianna inquired
" For he's a lot like your father…just the thing your Aunt Vicky despises." Kathryn replied cautiously.
" What is it? Both you and Aunt Vicky have been hiding something from me and I know it! What is wrong with my father? And what is it that draws you to other men like him?"
Kathryn sighed, she gave up and decided to tell her daughter the truth about her past.
"Aubri, you do know that I was the only one in my family to be sent to a different boarding school…right?"
" Well, I know that you didn't attend the same one as Aunt Vicky and Eleanor went to."
"Yes, well. I had gone to a coed boarding school in Scotland…."