Who am I really?

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Y/n pov:

I appeared at the house. It had two floors, a garage, the colors of the house were calming. There were a few bush with flowers. It was so beautiful. The neighborhood was quiet and calm. It would be amazing to live here. When I got to the door I found it closed. Why would I thought it would be open.

I closed my eyes and thought about what could it look from the inside and then I was inside. Luckily then pain started to go away. 

The room was dark so I made three fireball and made them fly above me in circles. This house was like as normal house had a kitchen, a dinning room and a living room. I went to the stairs.

When I arrived at the second floor I saw three door which I guess open to bedrooms. The first one was white, on the second I saw 'Katherina' on the last I saw my own name. I obviusly walked in that door.

The room was the color of my favorite color. There were a few star sticker on the wall, a desk with a chair and a cute bed. There were two other door slightly open, one of them were a bathroom and the other was a garderobe. I sat on the bed. When I sat down I felt an old video camera on the bed.

I grabbed it to watch it. I opened the side and started waching it.

**- Are you really making a video? - a red haired woman asked as she was laying on a bed.

- Of course my love. - a man voice said the other side of the camera. - We have to document everything from our second daughter. - 

- Use that as an excuse. - she said and touched her stomach.

The camera turned to a little girl with a piece of paper in her hand. She could be around 4-5 years old.

- Mommy! - the little girl said. 

- Oh my little angel, - the woman said. - what did you made? - she asked as the girl sat next to her.

- I draw our family, - she said so excitedly. - this is you mommy, this is me, this is you daddy - she said showing it to the camera. 

- I see you draw me so muscular. - the man joked. 

- ... and this is going to be my little sister. - and she pointed to the pink stroller.

- You really want to see her right? - the mother asked. 

- Yes. - she said. - How long we have to wait for her? -

- Just a couple more weeks. - she answered then there was a rang. 

- She wasn't just supposed to arrive a hour later? - the man asked.

- You know Yelena. - the woman said. - She doesn't want to left out a day without her little niece. -**

I have an aunt? That's when I saw the drawing on the desk. I picked it up. You could see it was made by a 4 years old, but it was lovely. I picked up the video camera again.

**A young man with long brown hair was holding a baby who seem like to be just born.

- Oh, just not the big, dangerous wintersoilder has tears in his eyes. - the woman said holding the camera.

- What are you doing? - he asked looking up from the baby. 

- Just documenting everything. - then the door flew open and a woman and a girl walked in. 

- I didn't miss anything? - asked the blonde woman who just walked in with a slight accent.

- Yelena, be a little quieter next time. - the woman said and the little girl walked to her. She looked tired but happy.

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