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Chapter Three: Freaking Out
I sat at the desk in my room, adjusting the webcam on my computer so I could talk to my best friend Brielle without having to sit funny. Most witches and wizards still had no idea about computers or any kind of technology, but my parents had both grown up living the Muggle lifestyle, so we all knew about things like televisions, cars, computers, phones and all of that stuff.
That was the one unfortunate thing about Hogwarts. It was technology-repellant. Apparently when all of the new technology started appearing, the headmaster at the time made it so all Muggle technology would be rendered useless as soon as it entered the school's grounds. My mum knew the spell that made exceptions but refused to cast it on any of our belongings. She insisted that if we needed to contact anyone, the Floo Network was available. Otherwise, we were to keep our minds on school while we were there.
"So I can come with you guys to Diagon Alley and King's Cross, right?" Brielle asked.
"You have every other year, why would it be any different this year?"
She grinned. "Dunno. Just thought I'd double-check. Tell Mum and Dad Potter thank you from me and my parents."
"Will do," I said.
The front door slammed shut. "Emily, please stop."
I immediately knew something was up. "I have to go, see you in a few days."
"Au revoir!" Brielle said before signing off. I closed my laptop and headed out of my room, going to see what the commotion was. I barely stepped out of my room before I heard plates and other dishes being smashed in the kitchen.
Mum was upset. This never happened when we were young - if it had, it was never anywhere we could hear or see what was going on. As we got older, we started seeing it more often and by then we had learned to avoid whatever room she was in. Not that she had ever threatened or hurt us, or even come close to it, but we were all smart enough to make sure it never happened by accident either.
The only person who was able to calm her down was my dad. He was really good at it, but it still took him some time. He wasn't scared of her when she was like this because he knew that she would never hurt anyone. And if he grabbed her by accident (physical contact was a big no-no when she was angry), she could heal the burns it caused afterwards. Usually if she burnt him, all the anger disappeared because she knew it had gotten way out of control.
Don't get me wrong, my mum was awesome. I loved her with all of my heart. But everyone's got their faults, and this happened to be one of hers. So we all accepted it and moved on. It's not like she had ever hurt us or directed any of her anger towards us.
This one was particularly bad. I crept down the stairwell, sitting down on one of the steps half-way down. I wanted to keep my distance even though I was sure you could hear her from any room in the house. I felt a presence come up behind me and turned to see Aidan and Nadia sitting down on the step behind me. Aidan hugged me tightly, gently resting his hand on top of mine. "She'll stop soon."
"It's not true!" mum screamed, shattering another one of our dishes. That was followed by another loud thud and the tinkling of glass breaking. "They can't do this!"
"Emmy, please calm down," my dad said so softly I could barely hear him over everything my mum was breaking.
"It's going to happen again!" she yelled, throwing a few more dishes. Then there was silence before I heard a soft thud and crying start. "I can't do this again, Harry. I can't."
"We won't let it happen," dad whispered. I could picture him holder her in his arms and stroking her hair. That's what he always did when she was upset.
"I can feel it, Harry," my mum said through her tears. "I can feel it coming and I don't know if we can stop it this time."
"We'll do the best we can, like always," dad said. "We're going to have to make sure that everyone is aware of what's happening so we can prepare."
My dad was considered one of the most handsome men in the Wizarding world. Weird, right? To me, he was just dad. He had black, messy hair and emerald green eyes, which were apparently the same as his mum's. He had passed them down to Aidan and Nadia. He was really tall, another trait he had passed down to Aidan and Nadia.
The great thing about my dad was that he understood my mum perfectly. He knew all her flaws and didn't care. He stuck by her through everything. He was the most loyal person I had ever met, and he adored my mum so much that he saw through all the bad things and focused on all the good.
My dad was completely in love with my mum. Nothing had ever changed between them. And I knew from their stories that they had some bumps in their relationship while they were at Hogwarts, but you'd never know from the way they acted around each other. They still held hands when they went out together. They went out on dates. They kissed all the time. A lot of people would hate seeing their parents being so mushy, but I loved it. I loved seeing proof that true love was real and lasted forever.
When it fell silent for a few moments, Aidan, Nadia and I took this as our cue to return back to our rooms until we were sure everything had completely settled down.
I was a little disturbed by what my mum had said, though. Something about not doing something to someone, and not wanting something to happen again. I didn't know what she meant, but I had a vivid imagination, and let me tell you, I didn't like what I was seeing.
Later that night, I snuck out the backdoor with a bulky sweater wrapped around me. A walk along the beach usually helped clear my head. As soon as I reached the sand, I slipped off my shoes and held them in my hands as I walked.
I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around to see my mum jogging to catch up with me. "Mind if I join you?"
Silence fell over us as we walked before she said, "I'm sorry for how I acted earlier."
"It's okay. We're used to it by now."
She made a face. "It's not okay, Adri, and it's definitely not something you should be used to." I shrugged again. "I just - I can't always control it. The fire, and all." I nodded. Every fairy had the ability to generate, control and manipulate their element - earth, air, fire or water. My mum's element was fire and it was the rarest of the four, which also made it the hardest to control. "Things are starting to get bad at the Ministry. We're not exactly sure what's happening, but things aren't looking good. Kingsley...Kingsley's resigned as Minister of Magic."
"Why?" I asked, shocked. I couldn't believe it. Kingsley Shacklebolt was the best Minister of Magic the British Wizarding World had had in a long time. And that's not mentioning the fact that he was a close family friend. If he had resigned...the Ministry wasn't going to stay pure for very long.
"We don't know. There was no reason given, it was just thrown on us today," mum said. "The news hasn't gotten a hold of it yet. But we think...well, we're expecting the worst. Whoever was really behind this will be running the media too. We all need to start being more careful." She paused for a moment. "Either way, I am sorry for the way I acted. It's inappropriate and I should have better control over myself."
"It's okay, mum, really," I said, reaching over and hugging her. My mum was the most beautiful person I had ever met. She had the same light blonde hair as Aidan and Nadia did, with pale skin and the same eyes as me. She was the shortest of our entire family, but that just added to her beauty.
She had scars all over her body. I had only seen a few, but I knew there was more. The most noticeable one was on her face, like a giant slice down her cheek. I don't know what happened to give her that. She didn't like talking about some of the things that had happened during the Second Wizarding War. Her scars were one of them.
Personally, I thought that made her even more beautiful. It showed that she had fought for something and won. That she was a survivor. Whenever I saw her, I saw everything I wanted to be - beautiful, brave, strong and powerful.
"I love you, mum," I said, squeezing her tightly.
"I love you too, Adri," she replied, kissing the top of my head, "and don't you ever forget that."
Next time on "Fighting Their Own Battle"
"Can you make them looser?" I asked as she started the alterations on my uniform.
"Any looser and you will be mistaken for a boy," Madam Malkin said.
"That's the plan," Brielle said from her pedestal where Madam Malkin's assistant was altering her uniform.