The Chamber of Secrets Through Another's Eyes

Chapter 7: Summertime Surprise

Hello. As Aura has told you I, Morana, will narrate next.

Over the summer, in August, I was just going to the kitchen to get something to eat before I had to go to bed. I grabbed a small snack, then I saw a messenger owl standing outside the kitchen window. I opened the window and the owl flew inside. The owl had a letter in its beak, yet for some reason there was no envelope. I took the letter and he owl flew away. I accidentally read a bit of the letter:

Dear Matthew Drax,

That's all I read because I knew it wasn't mine.

"Father!" I yelled at him to the next room. "A letter has just arrived for you!"

My father walked into the kitchen, looking a little tiresome with bags under his eyes, and took the letter from me. He read it to himself. When he finished he looked surprised, upset, and angry all at the same time with wife eyes and a slightly drilled jaw. Then he sank into the seat nearest to him. I didn't know what he was upset about so I sat down in the seat in front of him across the small kitchen table and waited.

Just to let you know, my dad has a lighter brown hair color than I do, which he likes to keep just to around ears. He has green eyes that would be able to tell if you're lying a mile away. Many people find it a shock that he's half Chinese, especially with the green eyes. He mostly looks like a standard white person, but when you see him next to my grandfather you can definitely tell that the eye shapes are the same.

He's quite tall, my father, though I'm not really sure how tall he is exactly. I think he told me he was about 6 feet tall on American standards... But I'm not sure. He has dark spots under his eyes, because he hasn't been able to sleep through an entire night since Mom and Mels got into Azkaban three years ago. And he has very few strands of grey in his hair because he keeps taking them out. If he didn't do that, he'd have a hell of a lot more.

It was at least ten minutes until he finally spoke. "Ana," he began, using my nickname pronounced like on-uh, "please get your brother. I wish to speak with the both of you."

I nodded then stood up to go into the next room, the living room, which Michael wasn't in. I ran up the stairs and went up two more floors before I finally found him opening the door to his bedroom, about to walk in.

Michael has the same color hair I do and dark blue eyes; sometimes they're mistaken for black. His eyes are the same shape as my dad's, too. He's only eight so he's not that tall. Not taller than me anyway. He keeps his hair the same length as my dad does most of the time. Sometimes he feels like he wants it longer. I asked him why but he never answers.

"Oi!" I yelled at him. He jumped then turned around and looked at me, a little surprised to see me. I guess it's because he thought I was in bed. "Dad wants to speak with the both of us. Down in the kitchen. I don't know what it's about, but we better go down and check."

Michael closed the door then walked over to me. I held out my hand and he grabbed it. Together we ran back downstairs into the living room, and then into the kitchen, where our dad was still sitting down.

"Sit," our father said without looking at us. We closed the door to the kitchen then sat down opposite of him. Our father took a deep breath before speaking again. "Ana. Mike. You do know that your mother and sister were taken to Azkaban, correct?" We nodded. I mean it's so obvious! Our mom and sister aren't at home and they haven't been since I was 9 and Michael was 5!

"Well...I just got a note from the Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge. Your mother will be given the Dementor's Kiss before you go back to school."

Michael and I just stared at my father, because we had no clue what he was talking about.

"Um, Daddy. What's a Dementor? And why is it supposed to kiss Mommy?" Michael asked.

"Well," our father began with a sigh, "a Dementor is a guardian of Azkaban, which is prison for our kind, as you know. They wear black cloaks and glide along the ground. They suck all the happiness out of the air... Now, no one has ever seen under a Dementor's hood. None who would be able to tell the tale, at least. Under the Dementor's hood is its mouth. And it only shows its mouth when he is about to Kiss someone. Now, a Dementor's Kiss is not like the kind of kissing that we do. When a Dementor Kisses you it takes your soul out of your body. So, do you have any more questions?"

Michael and I just stared at my dad. I couldn't believe it! Our mother was to be ordered to have her soul taken out of her body! Who would send a message about that?! 'Oh, hello, it's me, the Minister for Magic. I would like to tell you what we have planned for your wife. The Dementors are going to suck out her soul. Have a nice day!' I mean, seriously?! Who would want to warn somebody that a member of their family was supposed to do something possibly worse than dying?!

"Dad," I spoke after a few moments. "Is having your soul away from your body better or worse than if she were to die instead?" I regret ever asking this because of how terrible the answer was.

"Ana," my father sighed again. "I wish it was better than dying, but unfortunately it is far worse than dying. Now, I know I shouldn't have told you this before bedtime, but it's time to get some sleep." He stood up, walked around the table, then kissed us on our heads. "Good night."

And he walked out of the room, leaving Michael and me speechless and paralyzed.

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