August 15, 2018-
I looked up, the sun was attractive. The orphanage was silent, as if reminding me that it was lonely. Today, the children would be returning from trip with more straying orphans. I feel pity. Joey was crying again today, I had to sing her to sleep. Holding her, I waited for the new infants and kids to arrive. A quarter past twelve, kids were running through the doors and chatting happily about their recent adventures. Sara walked in with a smile and asked "Did you have an okay time while we were gone?"
"Good enough thanks." I replied.
"Sorry you had to take care of Joey alone."
"It's not like I had trouble. How was the trip?"
"Thankfully safe, the children missed you a lot. They couldn't sleep without hearing you sing them a lullaby. I had to wait for them to fall asleep. They love you a lot."
"They understand me; they know that I can't sleep either if I don't sing to them. We are similar in terms of the situation." Sara stood silent, a kind smile with tears in her eyes. She looked down as one of the kids pulled on her dress. Sara was one of the emotional types of people, which kind of makes sense why she runs an orphanage. I was two days old when I was first brought here, at that time, Sara was fourteen. My dad died a month before I was born and my mother was mentally weak after she heard the news. She died giving birth to me. Most kids that come ask where their parents are. When I came; I asked are my parents alive. Ever since that day, eleven years have passed. Now, I help Sara take care of twenty kids. Life has changed drastically; we get 1-2 children every month and say our farewells to a child also. Seeing that Sara was obviously going to burst into tears, I changed the topic.
"Where are the new children?"
"They're coming on the second bus." As Sara said that, a vehicle pulled over outside. Slowly, kids started to pour out from the bus. Then finally, an unfamiliar face came out. A tiny girl with pigtails in a dress stepped off the bus and stood on the front porch. I must admit, she looked like an earthbound angel. After her, two other kids came. One was a boy with pretty features and the other was a girl with beautifully sharp eyes. All three had three things in common; all three of them had extravagant physiques, black hair, and dark-colored eyes. I approached them, and simultaneously, they stepped away. I stood there.
"Hi, my name is Missariene Marol, what's your guys' names?" I stated with a smile.
They looked at me as if I were an extinct species. Then the girl in pigtails walked forward.
"Hi, Miss. Rain. My name is Jo-Anne; I'm four years old. This is Carie, my sister and this is Jeremy, my brother. I have another brother, Andrew." The girl looked at me with innocent eyes.
I drew my hand forward and smiled. "Nice to meet you Jo-Anne, let's be confidants!"
She looked at me disordered.
"Let's be friends!" I repeated.
"Move." I looked up and saw a boy standing on the steps of the bus. He had black hair like the other three but this boy had features of all three of them. He had the dark, sharp eyes that Carie has, the pretty face that Jeremy has, and the pale skin that Jo-Anne has. He looked around 11, my age.
"Don't come near her!" he commanded.
"Andrew, this is Miss. Rain--"
He pulled Jo-Anne away from me and stood in her place. I tried to be as candid as possible and said it straight out. "You're rude."
After that Sara handled the situation and led the kids to their rooms. For the rest of the day, I didn't talk to him at all. I was able to strike a conversation with Carie, and surprisingly, we became friends. Tonight, I sang to all the kids my favorite lullaby. Everyone dozed off and I put them all to bed. Till tomorrow then...
July 16, 2018-
Nothing special happened today, Andrew ignored me and the girls surrounded me with either things to talk about or things to do. Apparently, Jeremy is mute. Sara has been acting a bit restless today so I asked her to take a break and go for a walk at Alboia Park, her favorite "quiet" place. Things were quiet today, I just fear tomorrow, hopefully no party this year. Till tomorrow then...
July 17, 2018-
This morning, when I woke up, there was a cake in front of me. Everyone wore party hats and sang Happy Birthday to me. Eleven candles were arranged neatly on the cake and the kids were urging me to make a wish. To keep them happy, I did as they wished. Sara took something out of my drawer and gave it to me.
"This is my present to you." I looked at the gift-wrapped package. "Open it." She said. I opened the gift and looked at what I saw. "It's your mom's diary. She left this for you according to her will. I wasn't allowed to give it to you before you're eleven." Sara looked at me warmly and added, "I don't have the key to it but maybe you do."
I looked down at my pendant; it was my mom's before she died. A nurse bestowed it to me. I took the pendant and inserted it into the lock, with a twist, the lock opened. Confused with what I was feeling, I told everyone to leave the room for me to gather my own thoughts. Nervous, I revealed the book and began to read.
Years ago, when my mom was my age, she was eagerly waiting for a letter of acceptance to an academy called Hogwarts. During the night of the inauguration ceremony she was placed in the "Gryffindor's House" and that was when she met my dad. I tried to read more of what happened but before I could, Sara called me to come as a visitor wanted to meet me.
"Missariene, meet Mr. Gobbins. He is here to tell you something." Said Sara with a wide grin on her face.
"Hello Ms. Marol. It's a great honor to meet you. I have come to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts Academy!"
"Wait, what?!"
Till tomorrow then...
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Missariene Marol: Harry Potter FanFiction
FanfictionI had a past, of which parents were a foreign thought. I never had a real life, living off of taking care of others like me was how I shadowed my emptiness in life. That was, until I discovered my faint gift for magic, which illuminated my life as s...
