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2nd year – Teiko – continued from last time

Mac looked around frantically for a place to hide or get away, the voices were getting closer now and she could make out a few words.

"…it happened here…"

"…who do you...?"

"….accidental ma… powerful…"

She could now make out that there were two persons out there, a male and a female, but Mac still didn't know who they were or what they wanted. All she knew was that she had to get out, get away. Mac couldn't find a place to hide, and if she left through the door they would see her. She ignored the painful throbbing coming from her foot, the glass on the floor was hard to avoid where she was pressed against the wall.

The fresh air hit her neck and she felt her eyes widen before she moved before really thinking, since the window was broken she could climb directly through it but she winced as the small shards left on the frame scraped her skin. Just as she was about to let herself drop from the window the door to her room was opened revealing a man with shaggy brown hair and brown eyes and a woman with dark hair and surprisingly blue eyes both staring at her in shock.

Mac fell to the ground underneath her window and winced as the wound on her right foot throbbed extra from the fall, even if it was short. She hears movement from inside and started to run, even crippled she was fast and she didn't look back to see if she was followed. She reached the corner of the house and rushed down the path and out into the street that was barely starting to come to life again.

Luckily for Mac, she was very familiar with the street, used to run through it hiding from Dudley and knew all shortcuts and hidden paths that were there. She wasn't sure how long she kept running, but soon she stopped. She couldn't hear anyone coming after her, but also her foot hurt. Badly. She grimaced and looked down realising that she had forgotten shoes. Not that she had much chance to get them with the intruders in the house.

Just who were they? What were they doing there? They had also seemed shocked at seeing her like they had seen something or someone they didn't expect, but who did they expect to see then? The questions spun in her mind but she had no answers to give herself. She sighed and sat down on the ground, hidden behind a tree so she couldn't be seen from the street. She pushed the thought of the intruders out of her mind, she had bigger worries. Like what was she going to do? She was abandoned, left behind by the people who were supposed to care about her… just what was she going to do?

Her mind was blank and everything seemed so impossible and heavy, it was like something was pressing her down and she couldn't find the strength to get up or even move at all. She leaned against the tree and closed her eye, didn't even open them as she felt rain soaking her hair and skin.

...

Daiki was still feeling happy about the day before, Mac had been more like herself again and actually smiled and laughed with the team and played again. He had been worried about her ever since the others had found out about her home situation, but she seemed to be getting better and that pleased him immensely.

"Morning," Daiki greeted his parents who were seated at the kitchen table obviously having just eaten, his dad still had the paper out and coffee was still in his cup. His mother was nursing a cup of tea and was chatting with his dad who made the appropriate sounds here and there from behind the paper.

"Morning, Daiki," Ayano smiled at her son. "You're up early. I expected you to sleep in like you normally do on Saturdays."

"Woke up and couldn't get back to sleep," Daiki shrugged.

"Are you meeting Mac today?" Ayano asked with that look she so often got when she talked about Mac, much to Daiki's confusion.

"I don't know," Daiki shrugged. "I'll see if she shows up at the court or not."

His father looked away from his paper and frowned slightly making Daiki arch his brow at him.

"Even in this rain?" Takahiro asked.

"Rain…" Daiki blinked and looked outside and true enough, it's raining. He feels his shoulders slump in defeat and sighs. "Oh."

"She can come over here if she wants," Ayano said.

"I…maybe;" Daiki said and looked at his breakfast in disappointment. He had wanted to go to the street courts with Mac later like they used to do but didn't have the time for much lately.

...

Daiki was in his room playing a video game while occasionally glancing out the window to still find it raining, even heavier than before. He wondered if Mac still would go to the court when it rained like that, it always varied if she did or not. Maybe he should go and check soon? Even if they couldn't play she could come over like his mum said. It would be better than being in her house.

"Daiki! Food's ready!" Ayano called from downstairs and Daiki blinked realising he had fallen asleep and it was already time for dinner. He sat up and rubbed his eyes as he tried to wake up more.

"Coming!" He called back realising he hadn't answered. The rain sounded harshly against his window and he frowned at it. Getting up and leaving the room he made his way downstairs and found the rest of his family already sitting around the kitchen table and the food on the table.

He sat down and enjoyed the casual conversation around the table, Shiro was complaining about not being allowed to go outside to play football. It was totally the wrong sport if you asked Daiki, but Shiro wouldn't listen to him. Mac had made the mistake to tell Shiro she thought he was a good football player and looked cool in his Real Madrid shirt, so of course, now the only sport on Shiro's mind was football.

After dinner, Daiki was roped into playing a video game with both Shiro and Sayuri in the living room, and time spent with his siblings made him forget to go to the court like he had planned to do after dinner.

Suddenly the doorbell chimed and Daiki looked up and saw his mum washing the dishes in the kitchen from where he was sitting, and knew his dad was in his office working on his new novel. He paused the game and got to his feet.

"I'll get it," Daiki called and ruffled Shiro's hair as he passed him making the younger boy glare at him. Daiki just smirked at him before he reached the door and opened it.

Shock and worry hit him as he recognised the person standing outside the house. Her reddish black hair, usually messy, was soaked around her pale, very pale, face. He could also see that her eyes were red even behind her glasses that was clouded with raindrop and fog coming from the rain. Also, her clothes were thoroughly soaked through, clinging to her body that was shivering in cold.

"Kenzie!" Daiki gasped. "What…"

She barely blinked at him, like she couldn't really hear him. She opened her mouth but nothing came out.

"Mum!" Daiki called not knowing what to do and really worried about his best friend who looked like she would fall over at any second. "MUM! COME QUICK!"

Daiki heard footsteps and knew his mum was on her way, he reached out and grabbed Mac's arm when she swayed and pulled her inside, she didn't protest or say anything just followed him in and he shut the door with a sharp click.

"What is it, Dai…" Ayano started to asked before entering the hallway and gasped when she spotted Mac and rushed over to the girl who flinched when the older woman came close and Daiki frowned at her in worry. "Mac!"

"Honey? Daiki, what's the yelling about?" Takehiro asked and froze when he saw Mac before frowning worried.

"Mac?" Ayano asked but Mac didn't say anything nor did she look at her, Daiki felt her shiver and noticed the bag in her hand for the first time. She had it clutched to her chest like she was afraid to let it go. "Daiki?"

"She didn't say anything…" Daiki said worriedly. "Kenzie? What's wrong? Are you hurt?"

Takehiro shot a sharp glance at Daiki before looking back at the young girl who had so often been a visitor in their home, it was clear something was wrong.

"Sweetie," Ayano said and tried stepping closer again and this time Mac didn't flinch away. Ayano reached out and felt her forehead frowning when she felt how cold she was and wet. "We need to warm you up."

Mac still didn't answer and Daiki pulled at her a little to make her move and noticed the slight wince as she did and frowned at her and looked down. He blinked.

"Her shoes…" he mumbled making his parents follow his gaze and Ayano bent down and gently grabbed her right foot. It was wrapped in a makeshift bandage, but she could see blood on it.

"She's bleeding," Ayano said. "I'll need to clean it and see if she needs to go to the hospital."

Daiki scowled and fisted his hands as he watched his mother lead Mac away from him and toward the bathroom. He knew his mother was the best to look after Mac right now, but he wanted, no needed, to be the one to help her.

"Daiki-nii-chan?" Shiro's voice brought him out of his thoughts and he eased the scowl on his face when he noticed his two younger siblings standing quietly in the doorway looking scared and worried. "Is Mac-nee-chan ok?"

"She'll be fine," Daiki said but he wasn't sure if he said it to reassure them or himself.

Takehiro placed a hand on his son's shoulder squeezing it comfortingly. Daiki inhaled deeply trying to calm down.

Mac felt more than she saw Daiki's mum help her into the bathroom. Her mind was a mess, all she could think was; they're gone, over and over again. She wasn't even sure how she ended up at Daiki's, but it was like her feet took over and suddenly she found herself in front of his house. She just wanted his warmth, his joy…the same things that pulled her to him when they were kids.

"Sit down, sweetie," Ayano said her voice sounding far away but Mac sat down and helplessly allowed the older woman to undress her. She knew she should feel shame and embarrassed but she was just so tired, she couldn't feel anything in the deep empty hole that was curved inside her chest.

Ayano stepped away for a moment leaving Mac sitting motionless on the stool she had been positioned on. She soon heard the shower being turned on and then Ayano was back and led Mac to the shower. The water felt hot and warm but after a moment it felt good against her cold skin. She allowed Ayano to help her shower, almost like Mac would imagine a mother would help their daughters. The thought made Mac's throat thicken and the pressure on her chest to tighten painfully.

"Come on, Mac," Ayano murmured and Mac realised she was done and soon found herself back on the stool. "I need to clean your wound and check it, ok?"

Mac barely nodded, and Ayano smiled reassuringly at her before she leaned over the wound underneath her right foot. Mac winced as she probed at it and poured something over it, letting out a low hiss as the pain hit her.

"I'm sorry, Mac," Ayano apologized, "I had to clean it with an antibacterial ointment so it won't get infected."

Mac understood but she didn't answer, she couldn't find her words or how to say anything. It was all too much. Ayano moved around her and Mac watched her warily and tiredly. Finally, she was dressed again in some clothes that belonged to Daiki, they were too big for her but at least they were dry. She snuggled into it letting the warmth comfort her and the clothes smelled a little off Daiki.

...

"Daiki?" Takehiro asked when the silence stretched in the living room. The two youngest kids had been sent to their room to play and had gone surprisingly easy, but they sensed they needed to give them some space.

"What should I do, dad?" Daiki whispered sounding broken, "I… I want…"

"You want what?" Takehiro asked calmly, he looked quite a bit like his son. His hair was dark blue and the same blue eyes as his son.

"Hurt them for hurting her," Daiki scowled. "I…"

"You think someone hurt her?" Takehiro asked sharply his eyes scanning his son who looked down. "Daiki."

Daiki looked up knowing the tone meant that his dad meant business and that he better answer. He also knew that he had promised Mac to stay silent and let her handle everything, but it was clear she couldn't, and neither could he. It hurt. He wasn't strong enough to protect his best friend and that was just wrong!

"Who do you think hurt her?" Takehiro asked his voice serious and calm, but Daiki saw the glint in his father's eyes so he knew his dad was angry at the idea of anyone hurting Mac and that calmed Daiki a little. His dad cared for Mac as well, he would help.

"Her cousin," Daiki admitted and saw his dad raise a brow, "he doesn't like Kenzie."

"Her aunt…" Takehiro started but Daiki scoffed.

"They know and does nothing," Daiki sneered. "They…"

"Daiki," Takehiro was in front of his son and placed his hands on his shoulders. "How long has this been going on?"

Daiki looked away ashamed. "I…I…She made me promise not to say anything… she was afraid… I… didn't want to break her trust and… they never hit her, I asked her. She said they only had her do chores and her cousin bullies her, but… she…"

Takehiro sighed and looked tired all of the sudden, "Daiki, calm down. We'll figure it out, ok? We'll help her now and she'll be fine."

Daiki nodded and glanced toward the bathroom where his best friend was and felt guilty for telling his dad, but he knew he had to. They couldn't handle this anymore. Not when she turned up hurt and wet and cold… He fisted his hands as anger built in his chest.

...

Mac was led to the sofa in the living room and Daiki was right there immediately and pulled her against him on the sofa, she snuggled into his warmth and turned to hide her face against his shoulder. She was vaguely aware that Ayano and Takehiro had left the room, but she didn't know what they were talking about.

"Kenzie," Daiki whispered sounding pained. "Please, talk to me."

Mac tightened her grip on his shirt and inhaled his scent before pulling back a little, his presence and warmth calming her down for the first time since she came home and found the house empty. His navy blue eyes were dark with worry for her and he looked so sad that it startled her a little.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "Sorry…sorry…sorry…"

Tears slipped from her eyes and Daiki froze as he saw her cry, not knowing what to do he looked around frantically and saw his parents enter the living room again. He could tell that his dad had told his mother about what he had told him, given the dark look in her normally warm brown eyes. When she saw Mac's tears now she looked concerned again. Daiki looked at her asking with his eyes what to do. Hug her, his mother mouthed and Daiki pulled Mac into a hug and she burrowed into him again.

"Mac," Ayano spoke softly minutes later, her and Takehiro having taken a seat only watching Daiki hugging his best friend who was crying on his shoulder. "Can you tell us what happened?"

Mac stilled and Daiki felt her tense and clutch his shirt harder. He softly rubbed her back trying to comfort her and calm her down. She didn't pull away from him even as she turned her head slightly so she could look at his parents.

"Did someone hurt you?" Ayano asked bluntly yet softly.

Mac blinked before shaking her head.

"Mac," Takehiro spoke up and Mac looked over at him, his eyes concerned. "You can trust us, we'll do everything we can to help you. If…if someone hurt you, you can tell us."

Mac frowned and glanced up at Daiki who looked guilty and wouldn't meet her eyes. She sighed and pulled away a little, but not completely. She still needed his warmth.

"They didn't hurt me," Mac whispered her voice sounding hoarse and throat was sore from all the crying she had done. She hated crying.

"Your cousin…" Daiki started.

"Dudley didn't do this," Mac said shaking her head. "I…I broke a window and stepped on the glass…That's all."

"With help," Daiki scoffed.

"No," Mac said.

"We need to call your aunt and uncle, Mac," Ayano said and they all saw how she flinched and the pain that crossed her face again, her lip trembled and she turned to hide her tears and pain from them, hiding against Daiki's shoulder.

"Kenzie?" Daiki asked confused and worried when she didn't respond to his parents.

"They're gone," Mac whispered. "They're g-gone."

"What?" Takehiro asked frowning confused.

Daiki felt her tremble against him and he tightened his hold on her, but she was still trembling, shaking like she was about to break apart. It was the first time he ever saw his strong best friend like this.

"Kenzie?" Daiki whispered.

"They're gone," she said again. "They…l-l-left."

Daiki tensed and scowled as he caught her meaning and his heart broke for her, he heard his mother gasp silently and saw her hand go to her heart as she looked at Mac with wide eyes.

"Mac, sweetie, what do you mean?" Ayano asked despite knowing what she meant. "When did they leave? When will they be back?"

Mac pulled away from Daiki and instantly missed his warmth, but she needed to face this. It wasn't any other way and she…she trusted Daiki's parents. At least more than any other adult she knew.

"They won't be," Mac whispered. "They won't be back. They're gone, and they left me here in Japan on my own."

"But…" Takehiro seemed unable to believe it.

"They won't be back," Mac repeated and bowed her head, her hands fisted against her thighs so hard her knuckles turned white. "I'm…I'm all alone."

Her voice broke and she blinked trying to keep the traitorous tears away, but they were right there betraying her storm of emotions and hurt. Ayano saw that it was turning out to be too much for the young girl and she got to her feet drawing the attention of her son and husband while Mac didn't even look up.

"You must be hungry, Mac," Ayano said, "just wait a little while and I'll have dinner ready for you."

...

Soon Mac was fed and fallen into an exhausted sleep on their coach, Daiki pulling a blanket over her and took a seat in a nearby chair ready to keep watch over his best friend who he had failed to protect. His parents were in the kitchen and Daiki could hear their murmuring voices, no doubt discussing what to do next. He bowed his head as he remembered how scared Mac had been when she was eight years old of being left by her so-called family and ending up in the system. He hadn't understood, if her family treated her so bad then why would she want to stay with them?

"Why…" he murmured but didn't finish as he closed his eyes and felt his shoulders slump even more.

Daiki was unsure how long he sat there or how long Mac had slept, all he knew was that it was suddenly darker outside and Shiro and Sayuri came and whispered good night. He blinked and looked at Mac who was still sleeping, her face still looked pale and troubled a small frown between her brows.

...

Mac blinked groggily and was instantly confused and struggled to remember what happened as she sat up on the sofa she had been sleeping on. Someone had covered her with a blanket and made sure she was comfortable. She quickly recognised the living room in Daiki's home and a soft snore made her look to her side to find Daiki sleeping on the floor a blanket covering him and a pillow underneath his head. Seeing her best friend had everything rushing back to her, why she was there and how she had told them…

She frowned and took a deep breath; she had to pull herself together. She didn't have time to break apart. She had to figure out what to do, not that she was any closer than the day before. She blushed as she remembered how she had clung to Daiki, how he had held her. She wasn't sure why she felt butterflies in her stomach just at the memory of her falling apart in his arms and him holding her close.

She pushed the confused and strange thoughts and feelings away not knowing what they were or what they meant. She just knew she felt safe with her best friend and that was what she had needed yesterday. She had needed her anchor, he was the only thing that made whatever was going on inside of her calm down and settle enough so she felt more in control.

"Kenzie," Daiki's soft voice startled her out of her thoughts making her turn to look at him finding him sitting up. His hair a little messier than normal from sleep and eyes blinking blearily as he rubbed at them with the back of his hand. She also noticed that he had changed and was wearing a pair of slacks and a white singlet showing the surprisingly firm muscles on his arms. "You're awake."

"Yeah," Mac whispered. "You didn't have to sleep in here with me, you know, Daiki."

Daiki smiled seeming relieved about something she wasn't sure about. He shrugged and got up from the mattress on the floor.

"Are you hungry?" Daiki asked, "I'm sure we can have some cereal before mum wakes up to make breakfast."

Mac nodded and followed Daiki into the kitchen, she sat down at the table and watched as Daiki prepared two bowls of cereal. Mac loved cereal, it might be strange and others wouldn't understand it, but it was something she and Daiki ate together and that was reason enough for her to love it. Besides, she never got it from her…she stopped the thought a small frown on her face.

...

At the Department of Magical Accident and Catastrophes

Suzuki frowned as she sat down behind her desk again; this day hadn't started like she had imagined when she came into the office ready for a new day of reading and correcting the rapports from her workers. She raised a hand and rubbed her neck in frustration, this case was more difficult than she thought it would be.

The morning had started out normally enough with the proper greetings and of course coffee. She had then seen the rapport from the nightshift; while it wasn't unexpected it was the fact that it was placed right on her desk with the note: 'Lead in convenience store-case'. She had told the ones watching out for accidental magic and everything connected with it to keep an eye out and let her know if they caught anything.

Excitement built inside her and she quickly sat down and sipped her coffee as she read the rapport, it didn't say that much. Just that there was another happening of accidental magic in the same area as the convenience store, but this time it was stronger and lasted longer. She saw that it hadn't been followed up on and knew she had to be the one to do it, she was too curious and if she admitted it to herself, worried, about this case.

She got to her feet and told her co-workers that she would be stepping out before leaving the office to find a friend and colleague of hers that worked with Magical Child Protective Services or MCPS for short.

"Ami," the man playing with a snitch behind his desk greeted with an easy grin when she entered his office without knocking. "What can I help you with?"

"Michi," Suzuki said, "I need you to come with me for a house call regarding what appears to be an accidental magic incident."

Sasaki Michi frowned and looked at his friend with a serious look, "what case is this?"

"I'm not completely sure," Suzuki admitted and briefed him on the case and what they knew and saw how he listened and thought about what he heard.

"Alright," he said easily enough, "you want to go now?"

"Yes," Suzuki nodded.

Suzuki sighed as she remembered arriving at the house; she could instantly feel that this was the place, magic was resting around the house still. Sasaki had looked like he had noticed as well and nodded at her as they knocked on the door. No one opened.

"Leave or go in?" Sasaki asked.

Suzuki nodded and they entered the house, the first thing she noticed was that the hallway was empty except a pair of shoes, maybe forgotten or there was someone in there. They entered the rooms one by one and every room was empty.

"It happened here," Suzuki said frowning.

"Yeah, I can feel it. Who do you think is behind it?" Sasaki asked.

"I don't know, but for the accidental magic to still be lingering means whoever cast it is powerful," Suzuki said. "Come on there's one more room."

They had walked to the room, expecting to find it empty like the others and both froze in shock when they saw the girl halfway out of the window, and grass green eyes staring at them in horror and fear. It was the fear that had Suzuki hesitated long enough for the girl to let go of the window and drop to the ground outside.

Sasaki moved at the same time as she did and rushed to the window and only getting there in time to see the girl disappearing around the corner.

"Follow or not? Sasaki asked glancing at Suzuki who shook her head. Something had her holding back.

...

Suzuki sighed and leaned forward to rest her head in her hand popped up by her elbow. The image of the girl still flashed in her mind, her reddish black hair messy and covering most of her face, those enchanting green eyes that seemed to hold so much and yet so little. She had been pale, Suzuki thought and she also remembered the blood they had found suggesting she was hurt.

"What will you do?" Sasaki asked entering her office and leaned against her desk. He had a worried frown on his face. "She was obviously staying in that house. That empty house."

"I would think that this is now a case for you as well as me," Suzuki said giving him a look and he nodded his agreement, "also, I think we need to give her time to calm down and find somewhere she deems as safe before we approach her. She…she looked scared."

"But…" Sasaki protested but she held up a hand to stop him.

"You saw the fear in her eyes, Michi," Suzuki said, "if her fear grows she'll be more at risk of losing control of her magic. She's obviously much older than we suspected and not a child under school age."

Sasaki nodded and sighed.

The next day they found themselves outside a two-story house that belonged to a muggle family, from what they could tell. They had, with the help of the Aurors, used the blood they'd found in the house to trace the girl. They couldn't do it without the proper authorization since blood-magic was dangerous.

Suzuki glanced at her friend and he nodded before he reached out and knocked on the door.

...

Daiki's house

Mac sat curled up on the sofa with Shiro and Sayuri on each side and watched a movie with them, she enjoyed the snuggling comfort from the children while her mind was still spinning with everything. She knew she would have to talk to Ayano and Takehiro, but she appreciated that they gave her some space and time right now.

The movie was about to end when the doorbell rang and Mac tensed. She had shut the entire world outside of this house out, and the sound of the doorbell brought it right back. She swallowed thickly and noticed that Daiki glanced at her with that worried frown he had so often that day. She heard Ayano or Takehiro move from another room and move to open the door and let the world inside.

"Shiro, Sayuri, why don't you go to your room and play?" Daiki asked them and both kids frowned but Shiro looked at Mac who was pale again and knew she needed him to do as his brother said so he nodded and took his twin sister's hand and walked out of the room.

"We're here for the girl living in the Dursley house," Mac heard a male voice say and she stilled completely. She knew that voice. It was the voice from the house, belonging to the man whom she had seen before she ran away. Daiki noticed how she paled and tensed, and rushed over to her and placed an arm around her shoulder but she still remained tense and her eyes were locked on the door to the hallway.

Suddenly Ayano and Takehiro were there with two people Daiki had never seen before but he scowled when he felt Mac flinch and tense impossibly more.

"Who are you?" Daiki growled and his mum shot him a look but he ignored it.

"Calm, young man," the man said reassuringly, "we're not here to hurt your friend. We're here to help."

Daiki still scowled but he remained silent, maybe because Mac had placed her hand on his arm and calmed him down.

"You were at the house," Mac whispered. "Both of you."

"Yes," the woman said looking at Mac, her blue eyes worried. "We were there looking for you."

Mac frowned and tilted her head causing her hair to shift and uncover her forehead and revealing that particular scar. Mac felt confused when both of them suddenly gasped and gaped at her slightly.

"Wha…" the woman gasped. "How is that even possible?"

"Woah…" the man gaped and blinked and then blinked again.

"Something wrong?" Takehiro interrupted their gaping and they seemed to break out of it and shake their heads a little.

"Can I get you some tea or coffee?" Ayano offered, breaking in and they both accepted coffee.

...

When they were all seated, and introduced, and the adults had their coffee the room was silent and tense, Mac felt uncomfortable with the looks they gave her and the reaction they had to her.

"May I ask why you reacted like that upon seeing Mac?" Takehiro asked breaking the silence again.

"Her scar," Sasaki said looking at Mac with intense brown eyes.

Mac raised her hand to her forehead almost unknowingly and touched her scar feeling confused.

"My scar?" she repeated.

"You don't know what it means?" Suzuki asked.

"Means?" Mac felt like a parrot, "it doesn't mean anything. I got it in the car accident that killed my parents."

Shock painted their faces as they stared at her.

"Car accident?" Sasaki asked. "You believe your parents died in a car accident?!"

Mac frowned again before she blanked her face and hid the way her heart sped up, only Daiki knew how it affected her given he felt how she clutched his hand in hers, and he also knew just how little she knew about her parents. He was shifting between looking at her concerned and glaring at those who upset her.

"You knew my parents?" Mac asked her voice so calm and cold that Ayano and Takehiro glanced at her, her head was slightly bowed and she was looking up at them between her lashes.

"No, but they're famous," Sasaki asked. "And so are you, Potter-san."

Mac looked at them with her blank face but her mind and heart were spinning, she could tell they were being honest. They didn't seem to be lying and didn't seem to be trying to trick her, but she couldn't trust them.

"That's impossible," Mac said shortly, "I don't know what you know but aunt Petunia, mum's sister, said mum and dad died in a car accident when I was a toddler and it happened because dad was drunk."

Ayano and Takehiro glanced at her with worried eyes but didn't say anything. They saw how the two visitors exchanged shocked looks and seemed to be debating something.

"Where are your aunt, Potter-san?" Suzuki asked, "I believe it's time we all have a talk about what is true and what is not."

Mac flinched slightly as she was reminded of her abandonment.

"About that," Ayano spoke up when Mac remained silent and looked like she was close to breaking again. "They…they left her two nights ago."

"Left her?" Sasaki asked with a frown, "you mean…"

"They left her behind and she, we, have no idea where they are or if they're coming back;" Takehiro said his voice colder than how Mac was used to hearing him speak and she shivered slightly.

"They won't be coming back;" Mac said, "they've been planning this for some time. I didn't realise it until last night. They've been acting strange and I know they never wanted me when my parents died. Uncle Vernon liked to threaten me with throwing me out on the street or in a group home…"

Another horrified silence spread and Daiki squeezed her hand in comfort and strength.

"Well… then, we really need to find you guardians and a fill you in on your story and legacy," Sasaki said frowning as he thought hard. He glanced at Ayano and Takehiro with a thoughtful frown.

"We haven't been able to contact the police yet," Ayano admitted, "we wanted to give her time and find out if it was possible for us to help her in some way."

"We could grant the two of you temporary guardianship of her until we find other family or a better solution for her," Sasaki said looking at the two Aomine's.

"Yes, we'd like that if Mac agrees with it," Ayano said and looked over at the stunned Mac who was gaping at her, tears in her eyes. "Mac, sweetie, do you want to live here? You're always welcome here, you know that, and we'd very much like it if you would."

Mac swallowed and felt how thick her throat was and she couldn't get any word out, so she nodded making Ayano smile warmly and her eyes shone with happiness.

"Well, with that taken care off," Sasaki said cheerfully he pushed some papers Mac hadn't even realised he had in front of him toward Takehiro who quickly read through them and signed them.

Mac couldn't help but wonder if this was the way these kinds of cases went, somehow something told her that it wasn't. She frowned again as she watched the two strangers who looked pleased and worried at the same time.

...

"So, do you believe in magic?" Sasaki asked bringing the room into shocked silence and Mac felt her eyes widen.

Magic? What… magic couldn't be real, could it? She thought back to everything strange thing that happened around her and thought it might explain a lot about her 13-year long life. How she suddenly was on top of the rooftop at the school in Surry, how her hair grew out when Aunt Petunia cut it so short she was dreading going to school the next day… how she had made the items on the shelves shake and broken the window in her room only two nights ago.

Fear gripped her as she realised that this was probably also why she was shunned by her family, a freak, nothing… what if Daiki and his parents also thought that? What if they didn't want her here anymore?

"Magic, you say?" Takehiro asked his voice calm and not disgusted like Mac feared.

Suzuki explained about the magical communities that lived hidden around the world and Mac could only listen, the more she talked the more she felt out of place and uncomfortable. Magic sounded special, but Mac wasn't special so it must be a mistake.

"And Mac has magic?" Ayano asked looking stunned.

"Yes," Sasaki nodded. "She's a witch, like Suzuki-san."

"I can't be," Mac snapped out tense and on the edge of her chair. "I'm not."

"Why do you think that?" Suzuki asked.

"I…I just aren't. I'm not special, I'm not…" Mac shook her head and looked away from them.

"Not special?" Suzuki repeated, "Let me ask you something, Potter-san. Have you ever made something happen that you couldn't explain? When you were scared or upset?"

Mac frowned, "that doesn't mean anything."

"It means everything," Suzuki said looking at her seriously, "that's how we found you. First, the convenience store," Mac's eyes widened and Daiki frowned a little as he looked at them, "the items and windows shaking, but there was no earthquake. Then Friday night when you made the entire house shake and broke every window in the house?"

Mac flinched and looked down, "so they were right."

"Right?"

"I am a freak."

"No!" Daiki snapped speaking up for the first time in a long time. "Don't you dare call yourself that! You're not a freak! You're Kenzie, my best friend and special, you're not a freak!"

Mac nodded but she didn't really believe him.

"And how do you know my parents…how…why are they famous?" Mac asked changing the subject deciding she would think about it later. Also, she was burning with curiosity about her parents. "What…what are their names?"

Ayano's eyes clouded in sadness when she realised that Mac didn't even know her parents' names, her heart broke even more for the young girl that was now theirs, temporarily or not, it didn't matter to Ayano. Mac belonged to them, magic or no magic.

"James and Lily Potter," Sasaki said even saying it like they would in England. "They married right out of school when they were 18 and had you by the time they were 20."

"How…how do you know that if you didn't know them?" Mac asked.

"Because the story of the bravest parents is told all over the world," Suzuki said gently her eyes warm as she looked at Mac who looked back with her mask on, but she was burning with questions and need to know. "Also, so are the story of the girl-who-lived, the saviour of the magical world and Britain."

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AN: Thank you for reading and leaving reviews.

I decided to have Daiki's family know about magic because I want them to accept her for the parts that her other relatives rejected her. For now, they will be the only ones of her friends that know about her magic.