A.N. Hey, thanks to the people who reviewed, and I hope you like it so far. Well, here's more
Jed stared after Ciara as she quickly doused the fire with a small bucket of water. Jed stared at Ciara's mother as she stared at him with a strange look on her face. Jed identified the look as fear. He frowned. Why would anyone be afraid of him? He was harmless, just a kid. Ciara's mother cleared her throat and shook her head. "Um, would yeh like a cookie while I... er... explain"
Jed nodded awkwardly, sat at the dining room table and began to munch nervously on a cookie. Ciara joined him a second later looking just as confused as he imagined he did. "Why did your mum tell you to put the fire out" All Ciara did was shrug and look at her mother expectantly as she took a seat across from Jed. She cleared her throat again and clasped her hands together on the table. "Well, Jed, this is rather awkward... Um... Did yeh ever wonder what happened to yer parents? How they died" Jed shook his head. Actually, he tried not to think about it too much, it always brought a heavy feeling to his stomach.
Ciara's mother rubbed her forehead. "Well, about 11 years ago, a boy was born to a very well respected wizarding couple. The boy was you." Jed frowned. He still couldn't quite cope with the idea that witches and wizards actually existed. "Well, there were prophecies made about yeh, from very respectable wizards. There must have been some dozen, just about yeh, which is odd in itself." She paused to check Jed's reaction. He didn't give away much, because he was still very confused. "There was only one boy in the wizarding world that got as much attention as yeh did, and that was Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived. I expect yeh'll be meetin' him at Hogwarts. Well, anyway, you were special because you are this millenium's fire elemental."
Jed's mouth hung open. Was that why strange things involving fire happened to him every once in a while? Things were actually starting to make a strange kind of sence. "Well", she continued"Yeh're abilities started to show themselves at an unnaturally young age, about the age of two. Now, yeh see, the other elementals didn't start showin' signs until about the age of 9..." She trailed off. Jed could feel his insides churning, he didn't want to hear what came next, but his curiosity was killing him. Ciara shuffled uncomfortably in her seat. Her mother sighed and continued. "Um... well, one day, yeh were home with yeh're parents, it was a cold, blustery day, like today... And yeh're father put a fire on. And... well, a fire started and yer parents died in it. When the muggle firefighters came to pull any survivors out, which was unlikey, there yeh were, sittin' among the ashes and rubble, bawlin' yer eyes out."
Jed shook his head. He had a feeling she would say that. He had killed his parents. Ciara touched his shoulder to try and comfort him. Jed stood up and shook his head. "Um... I have to go, somewhere. See you later." He rushed towards the front door. Ciara stood up quickly and said"Wait! I'll go with yeh." Jed nodded, said goodbye to Ciara's mother and headed out into the rain. Ciara walked with Jed over to the front lawn and headed up the street. "It's not yer fault yeh know." Jed sighed. "Then who's fault was it" Ciara stopped walking and looked at him. " It's nobody's fault really. Just a bad situation. Yeh were only a baby." Jed shrugged and continued to walk. He looked ahead of him into the rain. There was something there. It looked like a large, purple bus. Jed hurried foreward and Ciara followed. There on the side of the walkway was indeed, a triple-decker, indigo colored bus.
The driver was a man with the name 'Ernie' on the badge pinned to his chest. The doors hissed open. Jed glanced at Ciara and climbed the stairs slowly. "That'll be 12 sickles." The driver looked expectantly at Jed. Ciara frowned and stepped foreward to hand the driver the strange coins. The two walked towards the back of the bus. There was an old lady with a Q-tip in her ear that was petting a strange looking cat. Jed walked quickly past and found two empty seats next to a boy with messy black hair and glasses. Jed and Ciara sat down and the bus started up. All of the seats slid backwards a couple of feet and Jed watched as the Q-tip ladyfell to the floor and her cat ran up the stairs to the second deck. Ciara looked to the boy next to her and gasped. He had a thin lightning shaped scar on his forehead. He smoothed his hair over the scar and said to Ciara and Jed "Hi.. My name's" Ciara cut him off. "Harry Potter!"