Magical Days

Chapter Eight

Dear Aiden,

How's Hogwarts? I just got sorted and guess what! All of the houses wanted me! (Here at the superior school in the superior country, we stand on a seal on the ground and then the statues react if they want you in their house and ALL FOUR OF THEM WANTED ME ISN'T THAT CRAZY!!!) Anyway, I picked Thunderbird, which supposedly represents the soul of a witch or wizard and the house for adventurers! I also got my wand! Which is super cool! It's made out of Larch Wood and Phoenix Feather! 

"That's a lot of exclamation marks," Mason's voice sounded from behind me, "They're only supposed for really exciting things,"

I gave him a hurt look, "But everything is really exciting,"

He rolled his eyes, "Whatever,"

We were in the first year lounge and as the only first-year Thunderbirds, we had the entire lounge to ourselves. It might sound lucky, but Mason is the most anti-social, annoying, and rude person you could ever meet!

"So, we're the only first-year Thunderbirds," I said, breaking the silence.

He gave me a 'are you serious' glance.

"I'm going to Hogwarts next year," I informed him, "Does that mean you'll be the only Thunderbird?"

"Unless someone else my age joins," He said curtly.

I curled on the large club chair like a cat, abandoning my letter and carelessly tossing my anti-dyslexia glasses onto the letter.

Mason gave me a calculating glance, "There's something different about you,"

"Besides me being a year early, and then transferring to Hogwarts?" I asked innocently.

He snorted, "Your magic feels different,"

Warning bells rang in my head.

"Um, what?"

"As magical twins, my sister and I are a bit different than the average witch or wizard," Mason said, "Because of the excess of magic in the womb, we are able to sense magic around us,"

"I know a pair of wizard twins back home," I said, confusion etched across my face.

"The magic reacts differently to each set of twins," Mason told me, as his intense grey eyes seemed to pick me again, "They might have an extreme connection, for instance, feel each other's emotions and seem to read each other's thoughts,"

"How did you-," I began.

"Anyway, Freya and I are able to sense things," Mason said, "I sense magical auras, and Freya can sense any damage in the body, probably why she wants to be a healer,"

"Um, should you be telling me this?" I asked him curiously, "I mean tell me more, this sounds cool,"

He rolled his eyes at me before continuing.

"Your magical aura is more condensed than the average witch's," He told me, "A lot more condensed,"

"Does that mean I'm just powerful or something?" I asked him innocently.

"I checked that off once I noticed how it seems to be in a constant state of flux,"

"A what?"

"It keeps changing," 

"How do you know so much?"

"I read"

He's probably a child of Athena.

"So what does that mean?" I asked him curiously, "And I thought you hated me why are you telling me this,"

He ignored me, "There are a few possibilities to this. One, that you have another side, maybe a magical creature, that is fighting with your witch side. Two, that you were cursed. Three, that you weren't actually born a witch, which doesn't make much sense because you have to be born with magic. Four-"

"Which do you think," I interrupted him.

"I don't know," He admitted harshly, "I just know that you are potentially very dangerous and I will not allow you to hurt my sister,"

"I would nev-" I began.

"So tell me what is going on with you or I will report you," He said harshly.

"For what! Having magic?" I asked him, "There's nothing you can make a case against,"

He faltered, and I gave him a wounded look.

"Why are you so insistent on this!" I exclaimed, "I'm normal! There's absolutely nothing special about me, and you're probably reading this all wrong because I am not powerful and I'm not-"

I felt the foundation rumble with my anger and Mason gave me an indistinguishable look.

I opened my mouth in horror, what if Posideon figured out I was here? He can't! I'm not even supposed to be born yet!

"What?" Mason asked, his eyes wide.

"What?"

"You're not supposed to be born yet?"

"I never said that!" I exclaimed, a hot flush storming through my body as I started to tremble, my mind running a mile a minute.

"I just heard you say it!" He exclaimed.

"My mouth didn't even move!" I said, backing away from the taller boy.

My mind reverted to back when I was with my birth father.

What if he hit me?

"Why would I hit you?" Mason asked, his eyes wide, "Wait, you really didn't open your mouth. How did I hear you?"

"That would be my fault," Hectate's voice sounded through my head, and by Mason's expression, he could hear her as well. 

I threw my hand over Mason's eyes and squeezed my own closed as Hectate flashed into the room.

"Lana! What was that-" Mason began to say angrily as I took my hand off his face, "Who is that?"

"Lady Hectate," I said quietly.

"Alana," the Goddess said, her voice light but weighed down with mystery, "To bring you here I had to pull a lot of strings. However, it has always been your destiny to come to the past and be the bridge between worlds,"

"Um, what does this have to do with me?" Mason asked.

"To bring Lana here to fulfill her destiny, I had to bind her to someone living in this time period. You, Mason, are a descendant of Minerva, which made it perfect," Hectate replied, ignoring Mason's rudeness,"

"Wait, what?" 

"Lana will explain to you later," Hecate said dismissively, "But you are not to reveal her secrets to anyone, including your family,"

"But I tell Freya-"

"No one, this is a matter of life or death," Hecate said sharply, "Lana, this is why I sent you to Ilvermorny, to meet Mason. Your life is tied to Mason's, so if he dies, so do you. However, as you are to die during the Battle of Hogwarts, Mason's life is not tied to yours so he will be able to live a long life,"

Wait I'm going to die soon?

"You also may be noticing your memories of your past life disappearing," Hecate said, "This is because your mind is starting to revert to match your age,"

Then she left, leaving more questions than answers.

"So, your life is tied to mine?" Mason said, still astonished, "And you're from the future?"

I nodded, "So you better stay alive for the next six years,"

"Explain everything,"