Her mum had warned them.
"Don't touch the bumblebee's nest, because although they rarely sting, when they do, it hurts, and I don't want to brew a numbing potion to constantly make your pain go away."
She gazed at said Hornet's nest, at the flowers next. She liked the flowers. She thought they were very pretty. She would constantly pick some, to lighten up her blonde- almost silver hair with colors. Pinks, blues, purples… she laughed. She picked one, and as she picked one particularly near the bumblebee nest, she stumbled. Her hand and elbow knocked and shook the nest fiercely. As one bumblebee drifted out, flying dizzily, as if disoriented. It landed on Ariana and stung her. As more came and stung her, birds started appearing. The Bees got very close to her face, and one had stung her leg, she tripped, and couldn't run inside.
As the birds, (Canaries) flew around, they started beating the bees back with their small wings, and snapping with tiny beaks. As the bees just stopped attacking, and some flew to the flowers, only one Canary remained. It flew in circles, around her head, and it landed in her hand. As she laughed at the bird, and it's apparently silly antics, her father watched on. She didn't know what she was doing was advanced magic, she didn't know she just made that bird appear out of nowhere. She was so innocent, his.. Flower, in a way. He smiled, and sauntered off into the house.
As he did this, three boys watched through the hedge, amazed, scared; nay, terrified, at what they say. They forced themselves through the fence, and a hedge, and shoved her. "You freak! Show us!" said one. "What was you doin'?" Some freak stuff! Do it again, little freak!" Jeered another.
"Come on, do it again! Freak! They burn your kind, you know!" said another, terrified by this small girl, who could do such strange things.
They shoved her, she lay crying on the ground, and she didn't know what to do. They jumped away from her, forced back by an unseen force, and she did not know she did this as well. Her father heard her sobs, and roared. How dare these muggle boys, these delinquents, these spawn of filth, attack his daughter. He threw every jinx, every hex, every curse he knew. Yet he knew his daughter, his flower, would never be as innocent as she was, she wouldn't.. couldn't be, right after this. She had been scarred, and at such a young age…
She would never be the same.
A/N: So, I thought this was pretty hard to write, and the end makes it seem like she got raped. She didn't, her father made sure of that, but based on the fact that they harassed, and assaulted her, although not sexually, I think they very likely would have gone one to rape her.
Also, I have way more than this written, and although I would like to write all of them, I can't, as I have an audition tomorrow. I'm auditioning for Professional Performing Arts High School in NYC. Wish me luck! :)
Next chapters, you can expect:
Molly Prewett's First Magic,
Lavender Brown's First Magic
and Victoire Weasley's First Magic.