Chapter One : The Knowing

Mum was always mean to him, I was always mean to him, Dad and Mum were always on the same page when it came to anything magicky, absolutely revolted by it.

But some things were not adding up anymore, it began when I first got hit by magic from that giant man. At first I brushed it off as a trick of the mind, maybe just effects of being smacked upright by magic; see mum had planted her rosemary bushes a week ago at the time but it was already fully grown and ready for pruning. Rosemarys took a month to mature.

I knew this because of a very distinctive memory, where he and I were probably 7 years old, sitting on either side of mum as she explained all the names of the flowers and herbs, how to take care of them and how long each one took to mature; the memory it self was covered in some sort of light haze and I don't remember ever doing gardening least of all gardening lessons with the little twerp.

Over the years memories with the same light haze would be triggered by either mum or four eyes doing or saying something. For some reason I knew that pretending to be an oblivious muggle was the best option because mum must have reasons to have hidden her abilities for years and every encounter with magic I was exposed to, the more the haze cleared, the more I remember as an active participant then an observer of events.

I found out Mum had a touch of magic in everything she did, it was so natural that if you weren't looking for it, it would go completely unnoticed. From her garden flourishing, to meals always being served on time even when she obviously had no time to do it or the one that validated my thinking the most. When Harry had had a particularly nasty nightmare, I didn't hear anything but I couldn't sleep at all. I got up and was about to open my door when I heard footsteps, I waited til they walked passed, opening the door slightly to peek it was Mum entering Harry's room.

Walking towards the room felt familiar in a way that should have been unnerving, she hadn't closed the door all the way and the same light haze seem to filter out of the gap. I looked in, a safe distance away from the haze, I had a feeling it had a lot to do with the misplaced memories.

There she was comforting Harry and he seemed to be used to this, with no concern munching and drinking the milk and cookies she brought, I swear that kid had no sense of danger, we were 13 years old at the time.

I'm 16 years old now and Mum still hasn't broken her routine as Magic hating Aunt Petunia majority of the time and Light haze brilliant Mum on rare occasions. Since Harry's gotten more attuned to his magic core, she's lessened her involvement magically because...I don't know, I still don't understand why she's hiding, I'm afraid to ask her directly, to let her know that I know.

Maybe I'm afraid that she'll have to take my memories again, and maybe I'll let her because Harry's nightmares have gotten worst and maybe that's the same reason she hides.