Steal Me Away-Chapter Two
"Hermione what happened to your eyes? They look blood-shot only they aren't. You know, only the irises look like they are blood-shot, the rest look normal." My mother said.
"What are you talking about? My eyes are chocolate, not red."
"I know that but they aren't now, oh well maybe it's a normal teenage thing in this age. I'm still a little worried though."
"Ok mother…so what really is for breakfast?"
"Oh, I was thinking Denny's," Mom looked at me smiling.
"Yes, thank you mom, let me go grab my CD ok?"
"Yep, I'll be out in the car."
In a hurry I ran up to my room and grabbed my Mars CD by Gackt then ran out the house into Mother's sky blue VW Bug Convertible. Once in, I stuck the CD into the drive and skipped to track three.
"Oh no, not that," mother sighed.
"Hey, it's my birthday, you have to be nice to me," I smiled while Mother drove. Meanwhile, I started to lip sync.
'totsuzen no deai e no kokoro kara no yorokobi to
"itsushika owaru kamoshirenai..." sonna kankaku ni obiete
soshite hitomi o mitsumeteta
nanimo wakarazu ni'
I was able to translate it in my head to:
The joy from my heart at our sudden meeting says
"Maybe it'll be over before I know it..." those forebodings scare me
And then I was gazing into your eyes
Without understanding anything
Many people fail to see my obsession with Japanese Rock. But then again I don't tell many people because I don't wish to see the repeat of my muggle years when in school I was often made fun at my tastes.
The song ended with 'wasurenai kara.../Because I can't forget...' when we arrived at Denny's ten minutes later, then we got inside of the restaurant, where we waited for another ten minutes before one of the waitresses sat us. Across the table Mother was still looking at me as though I had grown an extra head and it was thoroughly starting to freak me out now.
"Is there something on my face, or do you wish to tell me something, mom?" I asked, finally breaking the silence between the two of us.
"It's nothing dear, it's just that between your father being away in America on business, and your passing out this morning and coming to with a different color eyes, its just has sort of shook me up. You don't think that think with your eyes has something to do with you being a you-know-what?" Mother finished in a hushed voice, not wanting any of the other dinners to hear her.
I rolled my eyes, knowing that my sudden eye change had nothing to do with me being a witch, the only time a witch or wizard could change their appearance without the use of spells or potions, was if they were a metamorphagus, and that was impossible. I had read somewhere that only witches or wizards that had some form of magical blood in them could be a metamorphagus, and that rules me out, being muggle-born and all.
"I'm sure that me being a witch has nothing to do with the change in my irises, in fact, I'm one hundred percent sure of it, unless of course, you've been hiding something from me for my entire life," at this point I couldn't keep a straight face, and started giggling at Mother's expense, in which I earned a glair.
At this time, our waitress brought us our breakfasts, hash browns and pancakes for me, and an egg, green pepper, and cheese omelet for Mother. We spent the rest of the time at the restaurant in silence, enjoying that neither one of us would have to be the ones to clean up after breakfast this morning.
The rest of the day passed with out much of a hitch, Mom gave me my gifts after dinner that night. I ended up getting a few new books, a parchment journal, quills, ink, and $100 pounds from my parents. When I went to slip into bed, a single stem black rose was resting on my pillow, and there was a note attached to it:
"Happy Birthday, my Angel of the Shadows. May you have many more a head of you.
The Keeper of the Night"
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