Bloodline (A HP fanfic)

Epilogue

On July 18, 1992, Tara's world would change. And it wasn't to say for the better. Before Hogwarts her life was dull, her mother, her only source of family, was strict and unchanging. She loved her to death, but sometimes she just gets on her nerves. Sometimes Tara just wanted to leave for a long time and go on an adventure by herself George, her ginger cat could come too.

"Can you go check the mail?" Mum said on a roasting hot summer day. Tara sighed and got up from her cereal. Getting the mail wasn't as easy as walking to the front of the home and picking it up from the doorstep. They lived far away from any civilizations. In the depths of Europe.

"Mum..." Tara mumbled annoyingly as she grudgingly got up.

"Go now chop chop I'm expecting a package." She said, smiling at me. Tara Didn't respond. Tara wouldn't be surprised if there wasn't even a package, or anything of the sort. Maybe it was just motivation to get her out the door. Well, whatever it was it worked because she was out and running down the ranch in less than a minute. But what she saw was more surprising than the package.

"Mum..." She said walking into the door slowly. She had opened the letter and saw what was inside, but it didn't make sense. "Did you sign me up for some school?" Tara said walking into the kitchen. "A magic school?" At that her mom froze. She dropped the knife she was holding to cut bread and it fell to the floor.

"MUM!" Tara yelled the knife centimeters away from cutting her foot. Her mum grabbed the knife suddenly and placed it on the chop board.

"Sorry Tara...sorry... m-may I see the letter?" I hesitated for a second, knowing that the letter was more than just something her mom might have signed me up for- it was hope for an escape from the lonely life.

Tara's mother looked confused but then her face looked as if it understood. She sighed then said: "I knew this was going to happen, someday. Your magic..." Mum said, sighing deeply. Tara was confused. What did she mean? Was the letter a curse?

"Tara, your great grandfather whose name was Tom...he was cursed by great magic." Tara did not interrupt. She was in shock. Her whole life she could do things... that she didn't understand. This was the day for answers. This school...

"A witch had made him fall in love with her. He gratefully got off the curse and came home, but sadly died more than a century later." She looked at Tara and sadly smiled. "Come into the living room, please." As they walked slowly Tara was stricken. Mum had never talked about her family let alone her fathers. "But before his death he had a son, Abraham. And Abraham was your fathers dad. We never knew the scary magic that their beloved Tom had to go through and despised it. When I fell in love with your father he told me this, and about the warnings that magic gave." At this point Tara's mother started getting weepy.

"I had no family, my parents dying a few years before, and Tom, who was named after his grandpa, was my family and his family was mine. I learned how strongly they hated the wizarding world and what it did to their descendants. But when you were two..." She then sobbed into her dress. But Tara didn't move.

"You moved a toy without you touching it. You did it more than once and-and Tom seemed to have enough. He thought that I had descendents of wizards without me knowing and was mad at me for lying. So he left." She then went to grab a tissue from the kitchen. Tara was very frozen and in shock.

"Of course... I could have had magical blood that I didn't know of... somewhere in my line...but I had no clue. I was heartbroken." After this she cried into her hands. Tara finally came up and rubbed her back. Surprisingly all of this made sense to her and she wasn't shocked. She was mad that her mother didn't tell her sooner but did not apply the matter sense it was useless. The past already happened.

"So...I'm going to Hogwarts?" Tara whispered she couldn't hide the excitement in her voice. Her mother hesitated.

"Yes I suppose so." She said, "I wouldn't leave you from a world you belong in." But then she looked up, hoping in her brown eyes that was the only thing that she seemed to inherit from her mother. "Just remember...Maybe visit me."

"Oh mum!" She said and gave her a warm embrace. For there were only two things she loved in the world: Her mother and her cat, George.