"And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you
because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places.
Those who don't believe in magic will never find it."
― Roald Dahl
Throughout the four years of my abandonment of using magic, I learnt how to defend myself and to survive life. I learnt what being a mother is all about. It's not about forcing them to do something they don't like, its about taking the responsibility to teach them the right from the wrong; guiding them through to learn how speak, read and write; proving to them that sharing brings two people closer; making sure their personalities are pure of any impurities such as hate a child has; and finally, make them believe in Love and its powers. Not only are you the teacher but they are too, you get to learn things from their point of view; you become aware of the world that one child could create, they can come up with the most spectacular creatures and transform the dark ones into a kind and loving soul. Their world is by far better than reality; dreams come true and every life ends with a happy ending. Even with the existence of magic in this world can not bring happiness as the world a child could create. Through their eyes they see their parents as idols and copy every action we take or make. Children are rewarding and they will change your life forever. A lot of my habits have changed since I became a parent. The most important aspect is giving your child a routine, otherwise they'll became little terrors of horror.
I learnt and taught my child as much as I can, based on what my mother taught me. It's the circle of life; once we were all young and innocent, then we grew up and that all changed; our mothers carried us for nine months before delivering us to this world, we are a blessing, a gift given to our parents and they handled us with care; eventually we grew up, we discovered life as a miserable and a painful world causing us to lose hope in everything; we became useless and lost; we fear the world and the responsibilities that would be soon thrust upon us; gradually we manage to pull through it and not further away in time, we wed; afterwards comes a baby and the circle of life repeats its self.
Four years ago, on the same exact day I stumbled in with my one year old child; Scar and I swore to never use magic unless its an emergency. At first it was a complex task to handle. I remember, the feeling we both got from abandoning our magic; for the first time in my life, I felt hollow. It felt like something was ripped away from your body. A craving like no other provoked our bodies and sent our emotions into a frenzy trying to grasp at what's being ripped away from us and to bring back whats lost. It took away the light that flickered through the darkness; our magic was gone. Although, it never died. Sometimes it sparks within us but without our wands, it could never be unleashed.
I worry that Hadrian would soon come to discover his identity; he would be aware of the power he withholds. I dread the tim that would come, when he learns the truth. What will he become? A wise wizard or a power hungry one? Will he become his father, or will he be himself? Too many questions with no answers all piling up within the hour and causing the dread to engulf my body and mind.
"He doesn't need to know.." Hissed a voice, echoing around the bedroom.
"W-who are you?" The words managed to stutter out of my mouth. Fear engulfed my being and paralyzed my body into place, the only movement I can commit were my eyes. They darted across the room, scanning the place for any out of place object or a looming shadow.
"You cannot hide anymore, deary. Now, come out, come out, where ever you are." Drawledthe voice, bitter sweet. "You can hide for years to come, but one way or another, I will find you. And when I do.." The voice trailed, threateningly.
"I am coming.."
No, this can't be. He doesn't know! How did he find out? When did he? Did he know all along? My body trembled with fear and sending shivers up my spine. He was never meant to know, who could've told him? My son was supposed to be safe.
"I failed, my son.." Tears flooded my vision as they fell in a rapid pace down my cheeks. I curled up into a ball and gave up on holding back the sobs; once one escaped my lips the others came much stronger and with each on my body wrecked with sobs. "I let him find us. I=i'm sorry my boy.. My sweet, s-sweet boy.." I mutter audibly my sincere apologies for i failed to protect my precious son.