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—Reality Check—
Kagome stood there staring back at her reflection, thinking. Wondering.
Freaking. The hell. Out.
It was just... weird, remembering everything in the span of a minute.
She lived in England now. Not Japan.
She had two parents. Not one.
She had a twin brother of all things. Not a younger one.
Oh, and yeah, she was part of a magical family, which meant she was a freaking witch. A real, broom riding, spell casting, brewing over the cauldron, witch. 'Am I even a miko anymore...?' she wondered faintly.
All she needed was a wart on her nose and green skin, and it would be just perfectly stereo-fucking-typical...
"Kagome!" someone shouted from behind the bathroom door – her 'mother' she suspected.
"Kagome Melinda Potter! Please open this door!" The voice was worried sick, but held the edge of authority that came with being a parent.
Kagome blinked at her name. Melinda?
But then she froze and backtracked.
Potter?
As in Harry Potter...?
She paled. 'Oh, no...' she thought in heightening dread, freezing as her 'brother's' face came to mind. 'Oh no, oh no, oh hell no!'
Same black messy hair. Same lips. Same nose. Hell, even the same damn spectacles. Just, James was smaller...
A foreboding feeling washed over her. 'Oh, no...' she repeated more vehemently.
James was Harry's...
She stilled suddenly, eyes clenching shut as another flashback hit her.
It was a blurry vision, yet it wasn't really a memory in a way, but a screen shot. She – or Harry more like it – was holding a frame encasing a picture of James. It was a... moving picture. James was smiling – grinning actually. He was much older, maybe late teens, early twenties? He was holding an adorable baby, hugging him and glancing down, laughing. A baby with a tuft of messy black hair, and striking green eyes.
The same eyes Harry had.
Those same eyes as the woman standing next to James with long red hair and a bright, happy smile.
James' family. Harry's family.
And now, by some weird extension – her family.
Kagome groaned softly, tears burning her eyes. This was just too much already, and it had only been a few minutes. It was so much to take in, to adjust.
She already had a mother, and a brother... well, used to...
Before the car crash a couple months before the final battle...
Her head shook firmly, her little hands clenching at the edge of the sink. It felt so wrong, but...
For some reason, she couldn't deny the little spark of hope flitting inside her. She couldn't help the affection she already felt for her 'new family', the love that surged sharply at the mere thought of them... like, like instinct. It was confusing and heart-wrenching. It was like she knew the Potters, but didn't.
Or better yet, it was her heart that knew them, while her mind only just met them.
Kagome groaned softly and nursed her head in her hands, the comings of a migraine hitting her. When she made her wish so long ago, she had no idea it would end up like this.
Could she really have another family? Was it even right, after everything?
Kagome stiffened as the jewel's words came back to her, unbidden.
Don't ignore this opportunity, Kagome. It doesn't have to be just a job. Enjoy life. Don't waste it.
And realization flickered in her eyes, indecision battling inside her. It... it was a second chance – a second chance to live.
Maybe it wasn't wrong... To... be a part of this family – her family. To love them. To let herself freely love them, and to be loved by them.
Kagome swallowed thickly. It would be nice, to be a child again, to enjoy the innocence.
And it wouldn't hurt to try, at least... Right?
She struggled to collect herself. Turning on the sink, she splashed her face with water, grabbing the hand towel nearby to pat herself dry. Kagome looked up at the mirror, at her reflection – so similar yet so different.
There were hints of her old looks, but they'd transformed. She gained her baby fat back, yet there was still an impression of her heart-shaped structure.
Naturally, she lost all evidence of her Asian features, replaced by those more common in European descent. Her complexion was different and her skin was paler, but nothing a tan couldn't easily fix, seeing how she was only four years old.
Her hair was still blue black, but not as straight as it used to be. Instead it cascaded into soft waves, ending below her shoulder blades. Her eyes were nearly the same, a soft blue-gray, but upon closer inspection she could spot flecks of gold and green that didn't used to be there before.
"Kagome, if you don't open this door, we'll open it for you," a deeper voice said softly from behind the door. It was a warning, but filled to the brim with obvious concern. Her father.
Kagome bit her lip. 'I... I never did have a chance to know what it was like, growing up with a dad,' she admitted guiltily.
Turning, Kagome sniffled and took a deep breath. Either way, whether she was ready or not, it was settled. She couldn't hide out in the bathroom forever, no matter how much she wanted to. Stepping forward she opened the door just as her mother was saying "Alohomora."
Symbolically, it was like opening the door to her new life.
As the door swung open, Kagome looked up and practically shrunk under the worried gazes of her family.
Sniffling again, she rubbed at her eyes – when did she start crying? - and started when a pair of strong arms lifted her up. Kagome glanced up at the concerned hazel eyes of her dad, and her lips trembled at the feeling of content that stirred inside at the mere action.
"What's wrong sweetheart?" he asked softly, peering at her closely with his warm hazel eyes behind spectacles. 'Charles,' her mind told her. Her dad's name was Charles. He had black hair that was graying liberally, wrinkles carved into his face. But it was a comforting face; easygoing and charming, but diffused as his eyebrows furrowed worriedly at her.
Kagome's heart froze – how in the hell was she supposed to explain this?
She didn't have to though. Her mom – Ella, that was her name - came over, running long fingers through her hair lovingly. "Did you have a bad dream, love?" Ella murmured gently, gazing at Kagome with her soft blue-gray eyes as she rested her chin on Charles' shoulder. Her own face was sprinkled with wrinkles, but it was in a way so that the woman had aged gracefully.
Kagome nodded, pouncing on the out, and she tried to keep up the sniffling. "Y-yeah... I can't weally wemember but it was weally, weally scawy..." she mumbled sadly, and mentally groaned when she realized she couldn't say her 'r's properly.
Did the jewel really have to make her relive the horror of her speech impediment too? It wasn't until she was like eight before it stopped - hopefully it would be sooner this time. "When I woke up I..." Kagome trailed off, unsure now. "I didn't weally know where I was... It was weally confusing..." she trailed off guiltily – for making them worry or for lying, she didn't know.
Probably both.
Her parents shared a look, a silent message passing, and Kagome relaxed when they just nodded sympathetically. "Well, it's alright sweetheart. You're awake now so everything's alright. Now, how about a nice birthday breakfast feast huh? Today calls for some celebration!" Ella said excitedly as she stepped away to scoop up James and carry him downstairs.
Ella started first, Charles following close behind as they made their way down to the dining room.
Kagome looked at James who was staring at her imploringly from over their mother's shoulder, almost suspicious.
Quickly, Kagome looked away, unable to bear it. It was like he knew.
—o—o—o—o—
Breakfast was a pretty awkward affair.
Gathered in a grand dining room they sat around the end of the large, mahogany table. It was simple and not overly large, yet tastefully grandiose so it offered a homey feel to it. The ancestral home of the Potter family would allow for nothing else.
Well, that, and her mother wasn't one for the cold, archaic and obviously stuffy décor common in a pureblood family home.
From her spot, Kagome looked anywhere but at the boy across from her, taking in the room as they waited for the food to be brought in.
And when the food was brought in, Kagome looked on in hidden amazement as plates of food floated in of the own accord, settling before them. 'Magic...' she thought silently, secretly stunned.
They really weren't kidding when they said a feast.
As they dug in they ate in a heavy silence, and as previously stated, awkwardly so. And she had a good idea that it was because of her.
There was this tension in the air, one that could be only partly accredited to the ordeal earlier. But there was something else.
James was quiet too – something she just knew was unusual. Don't ask how, she just did. And she had a feeling it was because of her – as if he was sensing something off with her, picking something up from some 'twin sense' she's always heard of.
And then there was herself.
She honestly did not know what to do. Or how to interact with them. So she just picked at her food, nibbling but not really eating until her parents started with the concerned stares.
Kagome knew what was wrong. Usually they would be bickering and bantering, or something. Talking animatedly or excitedly – it was their birthday, a day for celebration, which was weird, considering her birthday used to be in the summer, not spring. But the question was - how to start?
She had to fix it fast – someone would suspect something if it went on. It might take a while for her – and it was weird to admit it – parents to pick up on it. But she had in inkling that James would swoon in on anything out of the ordinary the moment he spotted it.
And he was still peering at her weirdly. It was nerve wracking.
But the question to fixing it was how?
Instinct...
Kagome stilled as the word flitted across her mind, and she squashed the urge to groan. Instinct. That was what the Jewel suggested. Nothing difficult of course.
Kagome closed her eyes – this was going to be a long day.
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