Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to Harry Potter. All those belong to the lovely JK Rowling and Warner Brothers. This story will have lighthearted moments, but there will be some depressing and harsh situations that may be hard on the heart to read. While this FF will take place in a small rural area in Japan, please do not think that the portrayal is representative of all Japanese people. Most of the representations and stories of bullying are based on my observations and some, but not all have been modified to some extent.

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Perhaps you know her as that girl whose hair changes color or the girl with the violet eyes? You are probably more likely to know her as the girl who hands out cookies as though she is a magical girl scout. How did this painfully naive and innocent young girl arrive at Hogwarts in her first year knowing absolutely nothing? Why is it that she is so self conscious about her features and blood status? Come and learn where it all began. Come and listen to the untold story of Kurumi Hollingberry.
{ C H A P T E R G U I D E }
Chapter 1 : Fated
Chapter2 : Crossroad [Part 1][Part 2]
Chapter 3 : Seasons
Chapter 4 : Connected
Chapter 5 : Voyage
Chapter 6 : Walk
Chapter 7 : Surreal
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Chapter 1 : Fated

Charles ran his hand through his dirty blonde hair and glared out the airplane window. He absolutely hated traveling the way muggles did. He knew he didn’t like the new head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation the moment he stepped into the room. What was the point of getting to know how muggles interacted with witches and wizards on an international scale? Not only that, why did he insist that they use muggle means of transportation to get to their destination? The seats on airlines were so cramped and the service was so slow. Why couldn’t he just use the Floo Network? Surely the Ministry of Magic in Japan was connected to it.

“Sir, my I offer you a hot towel and beverage?”

Charles looked up from his seat in first class with a less than pleased frown on his face and a wrinkled nose at the beverage cart she was pushing. Yeah, she could offer him a nice tall glass of butterbeer and a few chocolate frogs. No, he had to act pleasant as it was part of his itinerary and research job description.

“May I have a glass of water,” he asked with a lying-pleasant grin on his face. He could turn it into butterbeer later.

In the amount of time it took her to get a cup, put ice in it, open the bottle of muggle water, pour it into the cup, put the napkin on his table, and set the cup down, Charles knew he could have used the Aguamenti Charm and made filled about 10 cups of water. Ug…how much longer did he have to endure this torture?

“How much longer until we land,” he asked taking a sip of his less than satisfactory water.

“Sir, we only took off 40 minutes ago,” the flight attendant said with a toothy smile. “We will be in the air for another 10 to 11 hours before arriving at our destination. In the meantime, may I offer you a hot towel?”

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“I don’t see why I have to do it,” Yukie complained as she brushed her long black hair making sure there was not a single knot or hair out of place. She stared angrily at her father as she slammed the brush down on the table and rose from her kneeling position. “You can speak just as much English as I can. You do it.”

Yukie had no interest in playing translator and interpreter for her father or his so-called privileged guest that would be arriving within the hour. She still had important financial matters to resolve regarding the family’s kendo dojo, flower arranging to finish, and piano lessons to organize before the day was out. Where was her father getting the idea that she had the time…no…actually wanted to pretend to be interested in his work affairs.

“Your brother can take care of balancing the budget,” her father insisted scratching his beard.

“What about-“

“I have already called your students to cancel their lessons for the week and the flower arrangement you made a few days ago has not even begun to wilt.” He wore a smirk on his face that made Yukie even angrier. She stomped over to the closet and pulled out one of her best kimonos and set it down on the table next to her. “Fine,” she said in a huffy voice. “Can you leave so I can change?”

Once her father was completely out of the room, Yukie slammed the sliding paper door behind him with a loud huff. Why was it so important that she play tour guide anyway? Her father had plenty of subordinates who could do the job, or he could even do it himself. Her father had started working as an assistant to the Prime Minister several years ago and was hardly ever home. Her brother and herself had officially taken over the family dojo since her father clearly no longer held interest in it. Now, all of a sudden, he came home several months ago with a so-called renewed sense of family values and had especially taken an interest in Yukie’s personal life. It drove her nuts. Already 22-years-of-age, she certainly did not need her father to babysit her. Having completed putting on her light blue kimono, she began putting up her hair in a complicated mixture of braids and curls.

Once she was satisfied with the result, she pushed open the sliding door that led to the main entrance of the home. She was about to tell her father a little more about what was on her mind, when she found her father talking to a tall, blonde, and handsome gentleman under the big cheery tree in the garden. She instead skittered off to the kitchen where she pour some of her secret recipe cherry blossom based tea and put two cups along with some freshly baked cookies on a tray to carry out to the two men. She bowed respectfully to her father’s guest before setting one of the white porcelain cups holding her tea before him and then her father. She then served the two some cookies, bowed, and took a step back to wait for her father to introduce her. He took several sips of tea before acknowledging her.

“This lovely young lady, Mr. Gaunts, is my daughter Yukie,” he said with a smile gesturing towards her. “Yukie, this is Charles Gaunts.”

Yukie bowed deeply before looking the guest in the eyes. She immediately found herself lost in his jade eyes. He seemed to be equally enthralled with her and rose from his seat to greet her.

“The pleasure is all mine,” he said taking her hand and giving it a soft kiss. “It looks like the long journey out here was worth it.” He flashed his perfectly straight white teeth in a dashing smile. Yukie found him very very charming.

Suddenly, Yukie’s father’s phone rang only slightly disturbing the two’s first meeting.

“Oh, if you will excuse me,” he said looking down at his phone. “Very important call. Will only be a moment.” He then left the two and entered the home, but he made sure that he still could keep a watchful eye on the couple. “Yes? Good afternoon Mr. Prime Minister. Yes…yes…he has arrived. Yes…of course he is now with my daughter. Has the other Prime Minister….? Excellent! Yes, everything appears to be going according to plan. Yes…good day to you too, sir.”

He then closed the phone and looked back at his daughter who now appeared to be deep in conversation with his British…Pure Blood…guest.

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That brings us to the end of Chapter 1! Comments and critiques are welcome as this is my first attempt at a FF! I'm sorry there was no Kurumi in this first part, but if I am going to tell her story properly, I am going to have to start from the very very beginning.

Hello, and welcome to the High Security Vaults!

GREAT stuff, so far. It pulled me in, right from the start. I can't wait to see this develop and get all awesome. =D

Well I love it, Katherine...You explain such wonderful detail of your character and go deep into the History so that we can get a sense of who Kurumi might be and how her family is with her...Charles doesn't seem to like the idea of not being able to use magic doesn't he? We;ll see how he turns out to be
You're NUMBER 1 FAN

Thanks you guys I'm working on the next chapter and should have it up in a day or two...or three since I am going out of town

Lex >> Yep, I kind of made him a jerk Kurumi's mommy doesn't even know he is a wizard yet (bwahaha) Big surprises coming up!

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i long to read....MORE....



i it!

I don't know your RP charrie or anything, but this is really good! I love it... please post more soon!

Ug...sorry my updates are taking so long...here is the beginning of chapter 2 and I will try to put up the rest in the next day or two.


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Chapter 2: Crossroad (part 1)

Will you marry me?

It was a simple question really. It was so simple that Charles had practiced saying it over and over again in front of a mirror, in front of his friends at work, in front of the dog, in his dreams…but, he just couldn’t bring himself to ask Yukie. It had been a whirlwind of a year since he was first assigned to travel to Japan by the British Ministry of Magic. After his first report about muggle customs he submitted after his first two months in the country, he had been transferred to the Japanese Ministry of Magic Department of International Magical Cooperation. When he wasn’t at work, he had spent most of his time with Yukie. At first, he found her so simple, not being able to use magic and being completely ignorant of the wizarding world. However, after about three months of her being his personal tour guide and translator, he had come to appreciate her simple lifestyle where magic wasn’t necessary.

He put down his glass of whiskey on the table and leaned back in his chair. That was the problem though. She was a muggle. Charles took a deep breath before taking another sip. The Someya family dog, an female Akita named Hana, came up and sat next to his chair. “Are you worried too?” He laughed slightly as he reached down and scratched her head.

“Worried about what?” came Yukie’s voice from the kitchen as she carried a simple lunch of sandwiches and apple slices and set them on the table. “Are you having trouble at work?”

Charles smiled smugly as he took one of her sandwiches. She had no idea how much trouble work had been causing him. The week before, some wizard the next town over enchanted a suit of samurai armor to walk around and help him in his rice field. More than 50 muggles had seen this and, with how much Japanese love their cell phones, it was naturally all over the muggle internet and countless cell phones all over the country. It had taken half the Ministry to take care of the problem. Of course, he shared none of this with Yukie. As far as she knew, all the copy machines in the office had broken and he was the only one who knew how to fix them.

“No, work is going fine,” he replied taking a big bite out of his sandwich. At work, he got to use magic all he wanted without being afraid of being caught. Here, well, he had to be much more sneaky. It had only been about three weeks after he had arrived that Yukie’s father had approached Charles and told him that he knew he was a pure blood wizard. Charles had been taken aback by this fact, but Yukie’s father seemed to be overjoyed. It had actually been him pushing for Charles to court Yukie and he almost treated it like it was a business agreement. Yukie, being headstrong and willing to tell Charles off, had immediately captured his heart and it didn’t take them long to begin dating and it seemed like it took the two even less time to completely fall in love. Still, despite this unexpected happiness, Charles felt like his insides were eating him every time he tried to propose to Yukie. He knew there was something he had to do first.

“Actually,” he said as he stuffed the last half of the sandwich in his mouth. “I need to go out of town for a few days on a business trip. I’ll be back before you know it.” He gave Yukie a wink and she blushed slightly.

“I’ll miss you,” she sighed leaning on the table. “You know you are the only person who keeps me sane with my father around.”

“I am sure you can handle being with him just fine,” he chuckled leaning down to scratch Hana behind the ears. He finished his drink and rose from his chair. “I’ll see you in a day or two,” he said as he leaned down and kissed her gently. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Yukie smiled looking out the window for a moment. “Where…are you going?” But when she had turned around, Charles was already gone. She always wondered how he was able to vanish so quickly. It was almost as if by magic.

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ooooooohhh.......so...so...sweet, i'm getting toothaches... : loved:

i totally iT!!!

you're so amazing!!

Hello again everyone! I got this up faster than I thought I would, but you know how the creative world is: once the juices get flowing, you can't stop them. I tried not to get too descriptive with the...er...violence in this section, but you have all been warned that the sunshine, rainbows, and lollipops had come to a halt here. Next chapter should finally introduce baby Kurumi to the world

Happy reading and, as always, comments and critiques are always appreciated
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Chapter 2: Crossroad (part 2)

Yukie woke up the following morning and did the same routine she had done for nearly 17 years now. Clean the house. Make a new flower arrangement for the entry way and move the old one into the kitchen. Practice the piano for an hour. Make breakfast for herself and everyone else. Eat. Practice the piano some more and be done before 9 in the morning. She had just finished sweeping the front steps when she heard a loud thud coming from the living room. She put her broom down next to the front door and went back inside expecting to see her father bending over to pick up some books he had dropped, but what she saw was like something from a nightmare. Charles lay on the floor looking as pale as a ghost and with gashes all over his body. His once white dress shirt no longer showed a trace of white and his grey suit pants had become a dark black color. She felt her hands tremble as she approached him and felt only a small sense of relief when she saw that he was still breathing. She knelt down next to him and it was then that she realized that part of his left leg was missing right below the kneecap. Yukie felt the tears streaming down her face. How had this happened to him? More importantly how did he just appear in the living room looking like this?

“C-C-C-C-Charles…” she whispered as her voice trembled almost as much as her body had. “C-C-C-Charles…please…answer me…”

Charles was barely able to turn his head, but he did so so that he could look into her beautiful doe eyes. Her yellow blouse was not stained with tears and she was kneeling beside him trembling like a terrified child.

“Yu-ki-e,” he smiled before closing his eyes.

“CHARLES!” she screamed still too afraid to touch him.

Yukie’s father, hearing the commotion, came from his study into the living room and immediately took out his cellphone. “Minister, the worse has happened. Please Apparate in my home immediately and have your people escort him to the proper hospital.” Before he could even put his phone back in his pocket, two people wearing violet and navy blue robes appeared beside Charles.

“It’s alright, miss,” a blue-eyed man wearing navy robes said to Yukie. “We will make sure he gets the proper treatment at St.Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.”

“It looks like we have a pretty bad case of Splinching and the Cruciatus Curse,” said a slender brunette looking down at Charles. “We need to get him to St. Mungo’s immediately.”

Yukie was in a haze and hardly had time to translate what had just been said in her head when the three robed people vanished into thin air taking Charles along with them. Yukie blinked several times as tears continued to stream down her face. She looked over at her father for some sort of explanation, but all she got was a very hurried but firm, “Stay here,” and he was out the door, in his car, and gone.

She now sat alone in an empty house haunted by the image of Charles lying in the middle of the room. There was no trace that he had been there. Not a single drop of crimson remained. She broke down into tears again thinking that that just may have been the last time she would ever see him. Suddenly, there was a loud CRACK! and three more robed figures appeared in the room. One was a tall man with a bushy beard and even bushier eyebrows who looked like he had fought in a war. Beside him was a very elegant woman with long strawberry blonde hair and terrifying blue eyes. The third was another woman who looked to be around the same age as her and had short spiky strawberry blonde hair and just as frightening eyes as the other.

“You,” the man said in a deep booming voice. “Are you this muggle named Yukie that my son talked about?”

Before Yukie could respond, the spiky haired woman spoke. “Of course she is. Look at her hair and the way her eyes sparkle,” she said in a mocking tone as she took something out of her pocket that looked like a fancy stick.

“Don’t be silly Morgan,” said the long haired woman spat. “Your magic is far too weak to be able to perform the spell properly. Let your father do it.” She pushed the younger girl aside to make room for the father.

“We come bringing a message to Charles,” he said as he spit in Yukie’s direction. “Tell him that he is dead to us and that he may no longer carry the name of Gaunt.” A smile crept across his face that made Yukie freeze in terror. “Muggles…worthless beings, aren’t they?” He said in a rather sing song tone to the other two. Before turning his attention back to Yukie who was still trembling on the floor. “CRUCIO!”

Her world was on fire and she could hardly breathe. After what seemed like an eternity, everything went black. Just before her eyes close, she saw the three figures vanish in the blink of an eye. She closed her eyes and whispered, “Charles...”


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*pouts* I hate hurting my characters...but it had to be done

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Chapter 3: Seasons

Yukie stared blankly at Charles’ face. He was joking. He had to be. He had been playing a dangerous and cruel joke on her and was just waiting for the opportune moment to deliver his punch line. There was just no other way to explain the events of the previous day.

“Charles, this isn’t funny,” she said in a stern voice. If he wasn’t careful, she was going to leap from her chair and claw his eyes out. She was in no mood for his humor right now, not after being tortured by some invisible means by three people she had never seen before and seeing Charles lying in the living room with his life literally draining from him.

“I’m not joking, Yukie,” Charles answered back with equally serious eyes. He had just spent the past hour explaining to her about how he came from a long line of wizarding families. He had explained that the three people from yesterday were his father, mother, and sister who decided to lash out against him for betraying their pureblood line by falling in love with Yukie because she was a muggle. He then explained what a muggle was. “Everything I am telling you is the truth. Why won’t you believe me?”

Yukie had just about had it. She could feel her blood boiling and felt as though her whole body was going to explode. “How dare you ask me why,” she snapped jumping up from her seat. “How could I possible believe your story? You’re mad! I feel in love with a mad man! Magic isn’t real!”

Charles knew he was not supposed to perform magic outside of the work place, especially in the eyes of muggles who were not a part of his family. Yukie would soon be, at least he still hoped she would. He took his wand out of his suit pocket and stood up. Yukie gasped just now noticing that is leg was back as if it had never been missing. Charles ignored her gasp and called the family dog over. Hana, her tongue sticking out, sat in front of Charles with her big brown eyes and barked softly. “Don’t worry, girl. This won’t hurt at all,” he said as he patted her head. He looked over at Yukie. “Fera Verto,” he said as he tapped his wand on Hana’s head. Hana immediately turned into a coffee table and Yukie’s jaw dropped. Charles, his expression a little more soft but still stern, looked at her. “Magic is as real as me standing in front of you,” he said as he gave his wand another wave and the coffee table turned back into Hana.

Yukie felt as though she were going to faint right there on the spot. Her face eyes big and lips unable to close, she walked over to Hand, knelt down, and inspected the dog.

“How…how did you do that?” she asked while her body trembled like a leaf being blown around violently by the wind. Was Charles capable of doing the things that had been done to her yesterday?

“Magic,” Charles said finding his smile again. “It’s real Yukie, all of it…and I want you to be a part of it all.”

He got down on one knee beside Yukie and took her hand. “Yukie, I love you,” he said with his intense green eyes. “Will you marry me?”

Yukie’s eye grew even bigger and a billion emotions wrapped themselves around her body like a skin tight blanket. She felt warm yet cold. Happy yet terrified. So sure of her answer yet afraid to answer. She gazed into Charles’ green eyes and her expression softened.

“Yes,” she blushed as the warmth took over her body and Charles wrapped her in a tight embrace. He picked her up and began swinging her around the room. “On one condition,” she said, her expression returned to a serious one. Charles nodded already knowing what was going to come next. He knew he was going to have to check magic at the door.


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You know, you're a great friend, RP'er, graphic maker, AND a writer!
What can't you do?
I'll be anxiously awaiting for more, my friend!

I'm absolutely in love with this FF. I hope to read more of it.

EEP! It has been far too long since I wrote here. My appologies to all those wanting to read more about Kurumi. I can honestly say that by the end of chapter 4, Kurumi has finally made her appearance. Starting in the next chapter I will be focusing more on her instead of her parents. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 4: Connected

Flipping the page of the Daily Prophet, Charles let out a loud sigh as he tried to find interest in reading about the herd of Pygmy Puffs that had escaped from a store in Diagon Alley and cause all sorts of havoc for the Floo Network officials and other shop keepers. His mind was on other things and not even reading about chaos induced by fluffy pink creatures could make him smile. It had been five years to the day that Yukie had been attacked by his family. No…attacked didn’t even begin to described the torment she had had to endure then. She had been terrified of him for weeks and, despite her agreeing to marry him, refused to be in the same room with him if there was anything that even slightly resembled a wand. His coworkers had insisted that he allow the aurors to do their job and perform a memory charm on her. They told him it would help her move on and they could pretend like the whole incident never happened.

He, on the other hand, would never forgot and he could not forgive himself if he had done that to her. What if she had found out that he allowed such a thing to happen to her? He would lose her forever. He couldn’t bring himself to allow that, he wanted Yukie to accept him for him – even if he were a wizard. She had slowly come around, but she refused to have anything magical in the house, and Charles respected that. He left all work related talk at the door and tucked his wand away as soon as he had entered the home. He had even changed his name to Hollingberry to try and erase that part of his past and to ease Yukie’s mind. Charles leaned on the table deep in thought when he felt a soft tug on his white polo.

“Dada Dada!” came a small voice.

“Ryunosuke! Look at you walking around,” Charles laughed picking up his 2-year-old son. Yukie came into the dining room with their other son in one arm and her hand on her round belly.

“He wants to hear one of your stories,” she said softly watching her husband play with their first son.

“I thought you didn’t want me telling those stories anymore,” he smiled sadly as he bounced little Ryunosuke on his knees.

“They’re just stories,” she laughed softly.

Charles smiled softly as he looked down at his son who had no idea the stories he told of the legendary Harry Potter, of dragons, of brave house elves, of flying cars…all of it was real. To his sons, they were just fantastic stories that only came alive in their imaginations.

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Ten more blissful years passed, as long as you ignored Yukie’s mild breakdown when her sons began levitating the kitchen table and turning the dog different colors. She had an even bigger nervous breakdown when owls began showing up at their home with letters in their talons addressed to her children. First to Ryunosuke, then to Takashi, and three years earlier to their oldest son Junichiro. Charles had assured her that there was nothing to fear and that their children going to Hogwarts was only going to make them better people and wizards. While she had protested, not even Yukie’s fears could deny the big doe brown eyes of her children. She had refused to go to England with her husband and sons for their shopping – she knew she wouldn’t be able to handle all those witches and wizards in the same place, no matter how much Charles assured her it was safe.

It was now May and her sons were due back from school in a month. They owled often, but Yukie didn’t want to hear anything about their school and the moving pictures they sent her were all hidden in a drawer somewhere. She rubbed her once again round stomach and reached for another apple slice when she felt a sharp pain.

“Charles!” she yelled her voice showing some pain, but being filled more with excitement than anything else. “The baby is coming!”

The two hurried off to the hospital and Charles sent his patronus to the Japanese Ministry of Magic asking them to send an owl to their sons at school. Perhaps the Headmaster could allow the boys one or two days to come home and see their new sibling. As they drove to the hospital, Charles couldn’t help but wish that this time they had a baby girl. Four sons was too much for one man to handle. He wanted a little girl to pamper and love and he knew Yukie was longing for a girl she could teach to bake and play the piano.

Having arrived at the hospital, Yukie was rushed to the delivery room and, a few hours later, Charles heard the screams of their new baby. When he was allowed into the room, he saw Yukie exhausted, but with a wide grin on her face. “It’s a girl,” she smiled with tears in her eyes.

Charles approached the bed and lay a hand on his daughter’s fuzzy black head. She stirred softly under his touch and let out a soft squeak.

“She’s beautiful,” he smiled as the baby moved around almost like a dancer in her mother’s arms. The baby, turned her head upwards towards her parents and slowly opened her eyes. Yukie covered her mouth with her free hand to keep herself from screaming and Charles held his breath. Looking up at both of them were a pair of beautiful violet eyes.

I love the story Katherine...you really capture the emotion in the moment
Can't wait for more

!Jesse!

Hi guys, I have to tell a little story before I get to the actually story. So, I think I have figured out how to keep myself interested in the Jr. high school lessons I "co-teach" - and by co-teach, I mean occasionally read from the textbook and have students repeat after me. On Friday, the students were getting their midterm exams back, which meant that I had nothing to do for the entire five 50 minute classes I had to go to. This meant that I just sat there the entire time while the teacher went over the corrections. I used some spare pieces of paper and wrote this chapter Of course, I was sometimes given things to correct...but that never takes very long.

Ahem, anyway. Here is the next chapter in which we finally get to see little Kurumi

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Chapter 5: Voyage
“Kurumi! Sweatheart! You’d better hurry up or you are going to be late for your first day of school,” Yukie called from the dining room where she had a hot breakfast of blueberry pancake waiting.

“Hold on a second, mom!” RYunosuke called back as he finished putting Kurumi’s long black hair in a side pony-tail. “Didn’t you just cut your hair last week? How is it already this long?”

“I don’t know,” the 6-year-old violet eyed girl replied. “Papa says I am special.”

Ryunosuke rolled his eyes as he added a white ribbon to her hair. “All set,” he smiled patting his little sister on the head.

“Why don’t you have to go to school, but I have to,” she pouted as she jumped off her bed.

Ryunosuke hated lying to Kurumi, but his parents had insisted that it was for the best. After all, the same had been done to him and his brothers until they were ready. “We go to a different school overseas. I am sure you will get to go there when you are a little older. Father wants us to get…uh…a more practical and balanced education.”

Kurumi pulled on her white dress and twirled around. She wanted to grow up quickly so she could go to the same school as her brothers. She was always so lonely when they were gone. “Why are my eyes purple?” she asked as she continued to twirl around like a spinning top.

“That’s because…” he wasn’t sure how to answer this one. Might as well go with the answer their father always gave. “…you’re special?” It sounded much more like a question than an answer.

Kurumi giggled as she twirled out of the room and into the dining room. “There you are,” Yukie smiled hugging her daughter but avoiding her gaze. “I have something for you.” She pulled out a small box and handed it to her daughter. “Go ahead, open it,” she encouraged. Kurumi didn’t need to be told twice as she ripped the box apart to find a smaller clear box that looked like it contained a pair of brown eyes. Kurumi jumped in her seat and nearly fell over backwards had her mother not put a firm hand on her tipping seat.

“Mama…why did you give me eyeballs?” she asked in a shaky voice.

“Those are not eyeballs, sweetheart, they are…magic windows for your eyes.”

Despite her hate for that word, it was probably the only thing Yukie could say to make her daughter use them it had been the first time since that night that she had allowed Charles to use magic. He had enchanted the color contacts to grow as Kurumi did and that it felt like she was wearing nothing at all when she had them in.

“Magic windows? What do they do?” Kurumi asked taking them out of the clear box and holding them up to the light.

“Well, they will give you courage,” she smiled helping Kurumi put them in. “Remember, eyes are the windows to the soul. These will protect you and help you see others better and they will see you better in return.”

Yukie couldn’t tell her daughter that he violet eyes frightened her, or that the other kids in school would tease and hurt her because she was different…that was going to happen even without her violet eyes. It was going to be very hard for on Kurumi for not being full Japanese. Yukie couldn’t even begin to imagine what would happen if people knew she had strange eyes as well. Her sons had already gone through so much torment – that torment was the only reason she had agreed to let them attend that school. She had prayed at the shrine everyday during her pregnancy that her daughter would be spared…but that wish had not been answered. Now, she had to protect Kurumi, even if it meant lying and hiding who her precious daughter really was.

★゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

Kurumi held her father’s hand as they walked to the end of the street where she would meet the group of kids that she would walk to school with everyday. She squeezed his hand and looked up at him nervously through her colored contacts.

“Papa, why can’t you walk with me to school?”

Charles chuckled and knelt down so he was eye level with his shivering daughter, despite the summer humidity. “Kurumi, this is something you have to do alone. You are a big girl now,” he smiled as he put his right hand under her chin.

“But…I’m still so short,” she frowned looking at the ground. She didn’t understand how she could be a big girl when she still couldn’t see the top of the kitchen counter.

Charles shook his head. “I am not talking about how tall you are, Kurumi,” he smiled putting his hand over her heart. “I am talking about what is on the inside.”

Kurumi put her hand over her father’s and smiled shyly as her hair began turning a pale orange color. Charles, having expected something like this to happen, took out his wand, Pingo Black-ed her hair, and stuffed his wand back in his pocket before she could notice.

“Mama gave me magic windows,” she smiled pointing to her eyes. “Can they help me see me? Can they help me see me as a big girl?”

Charles nodded. “Of course they can.” He then heard the voices of approaching children and knew it was time to leave his little girl before his presence became known. “Here come your classmates. You have a good day,” he patted her on the head. He then returned back up the path they had come from and into their home.

“Are you Kurumi Someya?” asked an older boy carrying a medium sized flag with the school logo on it.

“Yes,” she replied in a loud and clear voice bowing afterwards.

“I’m Takumi,” he smiled. “I will be your group leader.” He then pointed to the line of other students for her to join. “Remember to look both ways before crossing the street.”

Kurumi looked back at her home where she saw her parents looking out through one of the sliding paper doors. She gave a gentle wave before walking to the back of the line with her shinny new red backpack. Once she found her place, another girl the same age as her with her hair in two long neat braids greeted her.

“I’m Hitomi,” she smiled bowing. “Are you in the Ume class too?” she asked pointing to Kurumi’s school nametag.

“I am,” Kurumi smiled noticing the girl’s nametag. “We are in the same class!”

The two girls took a hold of each other’s hands as the group began to move forward towards school. Kurumi and Hitomi swung each other’s hands back and forth already best friends.

Aww so much development with her liking somewhat being special with her eyes and hair, poor Charles he wants to tell her the truth but also not scare her... And I see Hitomi- not a good sign, since I know what happens later. Best Friends

Her father is so nice to her 6 year old Kurumi is so precious and innocent, I can sense something not-good is going to happen to make her sad I hope I'm wrong. It's very good and heart warming

I am... still reading.
*pretty bad at commenting* =[

Andandand, I LOVE the character development. 'Tis all awesome. <3
Post LOADS more soon. <33

Ohmigod, I love this fic. The character development is brilliant here, and now I want moorreeeeee! PAMS.

Chapter 6: Walk

“Charles, could you please hurry up with your disguise,” Yukie hissed as she clutched her handbag. “Your eyes are still green and your features are still too foreign.”

“Maybe this would be easier if I were allowed to practice magic in the home every once in a while,” Charles frowned concentrating ten times harder. Being a Metamorphagus was something he used to pride himself on and he had always enjoyed growing a pig nose or changing his hair color – well, before he began working for the Ministry that is. After that he had only used it at parties when everyone had had one too many butterbeers. “I am a bit rusty.”

Yukie rolled her eyes and kept her eyes fixed on the sliding door to the classroom expecting Kurumi’s first grade teacher to come walking in at any moment. Charles, now with his disguised completed, looked back at his wife with a wide grin on his face. “Is this better?”

“Much,” she replied as she began fidgeting with her hair.

“You know, Kurumi is starting to do that too,” he laughed pointing how her hair playing habit.

Just then, Kurumi’s teacher entered the room and sat down at the empty desk in front of the two. “Good Morning Mr. and Mrs. Someya,” the pudgy man said adjusting his classes. “It is always nice to see you two. Kurumi is doing fine in all her classes and she had made really good friends with another student. The two of them are inseparable.” He flipped through a few pieces of paper on his desk. “We had a drawing assignment in class this week where the kids were asked to draw their family…” he flipped through a few more pages until he found Kurumi’s and handed it to her parents. “Funny thing is that the father figure doesn’t look a thing like you Mr. Someya. Are you spending enough time at home?”

Charles tried not to laugh as he looked at his daughter’s drawing and saw him in his dirty blonde hair and bread drawn with crayon and bright green eyes that were practically popping off the page. Yukie swallowed her gasp and ended up coughing up a storm. With the teacher distracted getting her a glass of water, Charles took out his wand and charmed the drawing to make his figure with short black hair, blue eyes, and more Japanese features.

“You think so? Perhaps she drew the nose too far down?” he laughed handing the drawing back to the teacher who looked at the paper and adjusted his glasses again.

“Y-y-y-yes, that must be it,” he fumbled around his words. Perhaps his memory was going?

Charles winked at Yukie. See, magic could be a very very valuable thing.

★゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

“Kurumi! Over here!” Hitomi waved from across the school’s dirt field. “We are going to play tag.”

Kurumi put her school shoes in their locker and threw on her sneakers before running to where Hitomi stood with six other of their classmates.

“Let’s play rock-paper-scissors to see who has to be it first,” one of the boys suggested.

After figuring out who was it, another little girl, Kurumi and Hitomi ran hand in hand away from the other kids giggling the entire way. The small group of kids ran everywhere around the field ten times over. Suddenly, Kurumi’s foot caught on a rock and she fell to the ground skinning her knee and getting some dirt in her eyes. Shutting her eyes tight, she began crying in the middle of the field as a small group of students began gathering around.

“Kurumi, are you OK?” Hitomi asked kneeling down beside her best friend and pulling out a handkerchief to wipe some of the dust from Kurumi’s face. Kurumi tried to open her eyes, but something sharp was poking into her eye and getting stuck in her eyelids. She rubbed her eyes a bit and two clear objects with a hint of brown fell to the ground. Her eyes felt much better now and she was able to open them.

“I’m OK,” she sniffled looking up at Hitomi and her friends. All the students made strange faces and took a step back from Kurumi. “Kurumi…why are your eyes not brown?” Hitomi asked looking fearful.

Oh no, her contacts had fallen out. Kurumi began searching the ground for them when another student suddenly stepped on her hand. “What are you doing, Someya,” the older student said in disgust. The pain in her hand made Kurumi’s eyes change from their usual violet to a deep blue. “You looking for something.” The boy then spit on her head and kicked some dirt in her face again. “Looks like someone has been lying to us,” another student spat pulling on Kurumi’s hair so her face was looking up at everyone. “None of us have blue eyes...you filthy halfie!”

Kurumi felt the pain in her hand and now her head from her hair pulling intensify and her eyes began to water again with hot tears. Halfie? What did that mean? She tried to turn her head to look at Hitomi, but her best friend was already taking several steps backwards away from her. “H-H-H-Hitomi?” Kurumi asked in a pleading voice. Hadn’t they been best friends now for two years? They were going to be in the same class going into third grade…they did everything together. They even got in trouble together. “Hitomi?”

Hitomi soon faded away into the crowded that had gathered around Kurumi. The student pulling her hair shoved her downwards but did not let go of her hair. Soon the students around her began chanting “dirty halfie” and other cruel things. A few students even picked up some dirt to throw at her and grind into her hair. Finally, one student kicked her in the sides, knocking all the wind out of her.

As she lay there gasping for breath, one of the teacher’s came running from the opposite of the field and pushed all the other kids away to find Kurumi lying on the ground in fetal position with tears streaming down her face. Kurumi couldn’t hear the teacher scolding the students nor could she hear the students explaining that she was only half Japanese and had been lying to them all this time and that was why they were beating her up. All that was running through her head at that moment was Hitomi’s frightened face as she backed away from Kurumi.

“Hi-to-mi,” Kurumi whispered as her eyes closed and she enter a world of nightmares.

Omigoooosshh those meanies. Katherin this was so sad, but you wrote it so well. I hope things get better for Kurumi and keep up the great work

Awww that's sad hope everything turns out okay...she's so young!
!Jesse!

ug...sorry for the serious lack of updates here folks Real life and serious writer's block have taken over. I have the next chapter in the works, but it will be a little longer before I get that up. Sorry to keep you all waiting! I know I left things in a terrible spot


//EDIT//two months later///

Wow...I really do epically fail at updating this fic! *hides in shame* will try to get back on the band wagon with Kurumi's story soon [s]especially since loads of new developments have been made in the RP universe!

Chapter 7: Surreal

Kurumi had been hospitalized for a week due to internal injuries and even after being dispatched from the hospital had to remain in bed for another week or else risk some of her injuries reopening. Charles was furious that Yukie wouldn’t allow him to take Kurumi to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries where her injuries could be cured instantly.

“You would rather risk our daughter dying because of your limited muggle medicine?”

“Don’t ever say that word in this house!” Yukie shouted throwing her wet sponge into the sink along with the rest of the dishes. “You make it sound like I don’t care about what happens to her.”

“Hard to think otherwise when you refuse to let in half of who she is,” he snapped back folding his arms across his chest. “You can’t keep lying to her forever. Kurumi is a witch, all of our children are. Ryunosuke and Takashi have already been attending Hogwarts for a few years and Junichiro will be receiving his owl soon,” he paused and wrapped his arms around his wife’s trembling body. “You need to accept this part of our children, just as you accepted me.”

Yukie turned and faced him with her eyes on fire with furry. “That was before I knew about how your family felt about people like me. What if our children think the same way? That wizards are so much better than normal people like me? What if they try and do the same thing to me that your family did?”

She lifted up the right side of her white wool sweater to reveal a large scar that ran all the way across her stomach. Charles turned his eyes away for a moment, but Yukie grabbed his face and made him look at it.

“This is what magic can do,” she snapped throwing her sweater back over her stomach. “You…you…you even had to go as far as too…”

Charles wrapped her up in another tight embrace.

“Yukie, listen to me, our children will grow up to be fine witches and wizards…”

“Not in this house,” she said pushing him away. “In this house they will grow up to be fine men and women. I do not want to talk about it anymore, please.”

Charles looked as his wife as she hunched her back over the sink and broke down into tears. Perhaps it had been wrong for him to marry her. Perhaps it was unfair that he forced this entirely new world onto her and expected her to be able to accept it.

“Alright Yukie, I understand,” he said rubbing her back.

The next morning, Yukie went to check on Kurumi and found her daughter sitting up still wrapped up tightly in her blankets looking out the window.

“Kurumi, you should be lying down,” she exclaimed setting the tray of rice soup and apple juice on a small table and rushing over to her. “You need to rest.”

Kurumi nodded and slowly lied back down, wincing her and there because of the pain in her side. “Mother,” she whimpered. “Why does everyone hate me? They all say that I am different…”

Yukie frowned and sat down beside Kurumi and stroked her hair softly with her fingers. “Well, you are,” she said simply.

“Why?”

The words stung Yukie like an arrow straight through the heart. “People are always afraid of what is different from them,” she said turning her eyes away from Kurumi in attempt to hide her tears. “Kurumi…you…you…you’re…”

Kurumi reached out and squeezed her mother’s hand gently. Yukie turned her gaze back to her daughter who was looking up at her with a gentle violet gaze. Yukie covered her mouth and shut her eyes tight as the tears she had been repressing could no longer remain hidden. She just couldn’t bring herself to say the word, not to Kurumi, not to herself.

“It’s alright mother,” Kurumi said putting on a brave smile. “I’ll try to fit in like everyone else, just for you.”

Yukie hugged her daughter as tightly as she could without putting her injuries at risk. No, not her baby. Kurumi was going to be free of the curse.

NEW READER ALERT!

Poor Kurumi!
I understand Yukie wants what is best for her child, but I don't think she really knows what is best...noting against her but I don't like her.
Go Charels!

Pams!