The Lost Twin

Chapter 1

~Arielle's POV ~

I yawned stretching. And stood up, I lazily walked down stairs and called: "Morning gran!"

And looked up in the room, there she was: Mannie Herlow, sitting in a chair with an birthday cake in front of her. "Good morning and happy birthday Arielle." said Gran, though a sad smile was etched on her face. I chose to ignore it, I'm not going to pry, she will tell me when she wants to. I beamed at her, "Thank you gran!" I jumped on the other chair, and looked at the cake. Blueberry pie, my favorite. Gran even put up 11 candles! I instantly lit them without a lighter, or match, or even a wand. Though I wasn't faced with it, I mean I know of magic since I was five. And can do ANYTHING with it. But apparently it's weird that I can do it without wand. but oh well. It doesn’t really matter. Gran looked at me smiling, and said: "Well, make a wish." And I closed my eyes and made my wish, then I blew the candles out. Smiling I said, "do you want a piece gran?" "It's your pie, you decide what you do with it" She said. Smiling, i envisioned the pie being cut into 6 pieces, and 2 pieces being levitated on 2 plates that suddenly appeared. I smiled bigger. Nothing has gone wrong. Last year I accidently dropped the pie on gran. I was so embarrassed, and began apologizing around 1000 times that day. I let out a small chuckle. Gran looked confused at me, when she remembered that day to, and smiled again. "Well let's eat." I said, and made a motion to grab my fork, when I remembered that I forgot those. A small shade of red creped onto my cheeks when I envisioned 2 forks, but I made one red and one gold. Smiling I said NOW we can eat. When I saw gran looking at the forks. "Gran? What's up?" "Oh nothing dear." she answered. and grabbed the red fork, and began eating slowly. I finished mine quite fast, but can you blame me? Gran is the BEST cook in the world. When I called: "Gran, I'm going out for a stroll in the forest." "Okay, don't accidently let a muggle see your magic." "Yeah, yeah, as if someone with their right minds would walk into the "Scary Forest". Letting out a small chuckle she answered: "Now go I want you back at least in the evening, I need to tell and give you something, Ok?" Yeah I answered absentminded. What was there to tell, but whatever, I find out tonight. I ran into the forest.

After what seemed like hours I heard whimpering. I quickly followed the whimpering, it sounded like an animal that was wounded. I passed tree after tree, when I finally saw the cause of the sounds: A small black wolf laid wounded in the open, it was probably a pup. I was surrounded by it's mothers and siblings death bodies. I felt sorry for the pup, and stepped into the clearing. Its small head turned sharply when he heard a branch snapping beneath my feet. It cowered further away. I crouched where I stood and held out my hand to it. Slowly it  became less afraid, and made a small wobbly step to me. A small smile broke on my face as it slowly walked to me. When it stood directly in front of me, he looked up, looking right into my eyes, and I instantly felt an connection to it. I carefully scooped him up and hugged it close to me. I stroked it's fur, and slowly it fell asleep. I carried him home.

I stepped inside, and gran's eyes instantly looked at the small black bundle of fur in my arms. raising an eyebrow she looked at me. "Well, Care to explain why there is a wolf in your arms?" She said playfully. Well, I found it in the forest, surrounded by its dead mother and siblings. I explained whispering, trying not to wake it. "Can I keep it? No, wait, HER." I whispered smiling. Giving her my best puppy face. Which is pretty good. Smiling my gran said, "since it's your birthday, you can keep it". "Her, gran, it's HER". I said smiling wider than I did ever before. "But..."my gran said. My smile dimmed, "You must name her". And my smile came back bigger. I thought of a name. "Kiara" I said. Gran smiled and said: "That's a perfect name, but now I must tell you something." When she was done speaking she looked very serious. I nodded and sat down, laying Kiara on my lap. 

"Arielle, you know your last name is Potter right?" I nodded. "And you know that I'm not you real gran right?" I nodded again. "But I've never told you that..." I looked expectantly at her "You have a brother." Shocked I looked at her, It begin chanting in my head: I have a brother, I have a brother, I have a brother, you probably wondering, no yelling: "YOUR LAST NAME IS POTTER YOU DUMB-ASS, but I never think about that fact, I mean would YOU think hey, name same, scar same, WERE TWINS! You just never look further than, hey last name is the same, but if your name is Macdonald, you also don't think: "hey I’m related to the owner of Macdonald". You think, that name is probably used more you know but I'm rambling so right now I'm just going to shut up. Kiara woke up, whining loudly as if knowing that something was wrong with me, She probably did knew something was wrong, and tried to make me feel comfortable again.