Because I am always up for a challange, I decided I would try one of those "100" challanges. 100 topics each chapter will focus around one of them. The title will be the topic. As you can see. The first chapter is aptly titled, Beginnings. Hope you like this.
True Magic
Ch 1: Beginnings
All I did was tell the truth.
When we were younger there were no boundaries. Look at it this way, it's a lot like love. You know, how love has no boundaries. And truly I loved him. I can't say for sure if he loved me, but I hope he did. A little part of me thinks he did.
We were wrought from nothing just as everyone else. At first you're not there, then you are. It's true magic. When I say this I'm not talking about a silly man that pulls rabbits from hats. I'm talking about true magic. I'm not talking about a wizard or witch either. This type of magic happens to anyone. Love, hate; your emotions make True magic.
My mother tells me that when I was born the sun shone bright that day and the stars had never been brighter that night. My hair matched the dark night sky and always was there a glint in my brown eyes to match the brightness of that day. My father named me Sophia. I was born to two fantastic magical people. Magical in two senses. My mother the witch and my father the wizard, both from long lines of magic users. But again, true magic comes in. Both my parents filled with such love for me, they are truly magical.
Until I was six my best friend was my Great Uncle twice removed, Uncle Lester. He was now just a picture amongst the others in the house of relatives long gone. He was great fun to talk to and always had good advice. I told him all my secrets that no one else knew. Not that anyone would really care for the secrets of a 6 year old.
The winter of my 6th year I made my first friend. My first true friend. This I where I learned true magic.
Some people called it a mean streak. Those who knew me realized I was just telling the truth, always. I'm not saying I've never told a lie. Oh no, I tell white lies as much as the next person and I omit things I don't want to be known. It's like this, when a little child sees something, it will comment. Boy or girl, shy or not. Young children do not have a guard on their mouths. A man with double chins or a woman has whiskers, no one but a small child would say a word about it. Most grow out of this. I however did not. I say the things you were thinking but were too scared, or too polite to say.
Truth, this is my true magic. As soon as he said "No! Mine!" and I returned with, "you're selfish," we were friends. To this day I don't know why. I couldn't tell you then, nor could I tell you now. Something about this small blonde boy's acceptance of my truth made me find a friend in him. I'm not too sure what he found in me, but we made a fine pair.
It was a Christmas party. My mother had me outfitted in a ridiculous yellow dress. Her and the other adults found this to be adorable. I remember there was a large Christmas tree near a window. It stretched up, high as the ceiling. This tree was adorned with baubles and magical candles floating in the air. It was here a true magic happened. Right there under the towering Christmas tree is where I met one, Draco Malfoy.
A child was allowed to have a trinket from the tree, as was tradition. Evidently I reached up for a trinket that caught my eye a small train that every so often let off a puff of smoke, when someone said, "no! Mine!" He was small and blond donning miniature dress robes, An elegant woman with the same brilliant blond hair laughed and airy laugh. She warned, "Draco." The boy, Draco, looked at me with piercing steel grey eyes, I looked back at him with eyes of milk chocolate. "You're selfish," were the next words from my mouth. "Sophia," my mother said a little embarrassed. Draco reached for the train and plucked it off the tree. It was a surprise to all when he handed me the small ornament. I smiled a small smile, "thank you."
The adults, they found this adorable. Then again every thing a child does is adorable.
This day went down in history. Narcissa, Draco's mother, told and re-told the story for years to come. This was the day Draco gave something to someone else. She would tell everyone Draco's first words were "NO!" and "MINE!" "Somehow these two words hadn't satisfied little Sophia," Narcissa would say with a laugh, "and Draco, he gave her the toy!"
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