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EEP! It has been far too long since I wrote here. My appologies to all those wanting to read more about Kurumi. I can honestly say that by the end of chapter 4, Kurumi has finally made her appearance. Starting in the next chapter I will be focusing more on her instead of her parents. Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 4: Connected
Flipping the page of the Daily Prophet, Charles let out a loud sigh as he tried to find interest in reading about the herd of Pygmy Puffs that had escaped from a store in Diagon Alley and cause all sorts of havoc for the Floo Network officials and other shop keepers. His mind was on other things and not even reading about chaos induced by fluffy pink creatures could make him smile. It had been five years to the day that Yukie had been attacked by his family. No…attacked didn’t even begin to described the torment she had had to endure then. She had been terrified of him for weeks and, despite her agreeing to marry him, refused to be in the same room with him if there was anything that even slightly resembled a wand. His coworkers had insisted that he allow the aurors to do their job and perform a memory charm on her. They told him it would help her move on and they could pretend like the whole incident never happened.
He, on the other hand, would never forgot and he could not forgive himself if he had done that to her. What if she had found out that he allowed such a thing to happen to her? He would lose her forever. He couldn’t bring himself to allow that, he wanted Yukie to accept him for him – even if he were a wizard. She had slowly come around, but she refused to have anything magical in the house, and Charles respected that. He left all work related talk at the door and tucked his wand away as soon as he had entered the home. He had even changed his name to Hollingberry to try and erase that part of his past and to ease Yukie’s mind. Charles leaned on the table deep in thought when he felt a soft tug on his white polo.
“Dada Dada!” came a small voice.
“Ryunosuke! Look at you walking around,” Charles laughed picking up his 2-year-old son. Yukie came into the dining room with their other son in one arm and her hand on her round belly.
“He wants to hear one of your stories,” she said softly watching her husband play with their first son.
“I thought you didn’t want me telling those stories anymore,” he smiled sadly as he bounced little Ryunosuke on his knees.
“They’re just stories,” she laughed softly.
Charles smiled softly as he looked down at his son who had no idea the stories he told of the legendary Harry Potter, of dragons, of brave house elves, of flying cars…all of it was real. To his sons, they were just fantastic stories that only came alive in their imaginations.
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Ten more blissful years passed, as long as you ignored Yukie’s mild breakdown when her sons began levitating the kitchen table and turning the dog different colors. She had an even bigger nervous breakdown when owls began showing up at their home with letters in their talons addressed to her children. First to Ryunosuke, then to Takashi, and three years earlier to their oldest son Junichiro. Charles had assured her that there was nothing to fear and that their children going to Hogwarts was only going to make them better people and wizards. While she had protested, not even Yukie’s fears could deny the big doe brown eyes of her children. She had refused to go to England with her husband and sons for their shopping – she knew she wouldn’t be able to handle all those witches and wizards in the same place, no matter how much Charles assured her it was safe.
It was now May and her sons were due back from school in a month. They owled often, but Yukie didn’t want to hear anything about their school and the moving pictures they sent her were all hidden in a drawer somewhere. She rubbed her once again round stomach and reached for another apple slice when she felt a sharp pain.
“Charles!” she yelled her voice showing some pain, but being filled more with excitement than anything else. “The baby is coming!”
The two hurried off to the hospital and Charles sent his patronus to the Japanese Ministry of Magic asking them to send an owl to their sons at school. Perhaps the Headmaster could allow the boys one or two days to come home and see their new sibling. As they drove to the hospital, Charles couldn’t help but wish that this time they had a baby girl. Four sons was too much for one man to handle. He wanted a little girl to pamper and love and he knew Yukie was longing for a girl she could teach to bake and play the piano.
Having arrived at the hospital, Yukie was rushed to the delivery room and, a few hours later, Charles heard the screams of their new baby. When he was allowed into the room, he saw Yukie exhausted, but with a wide grin on her face. “It’s a girl,” she smiled with tears in her eyes.
Charles approached the bed and lay a hand on his daughter’s fuzzy black head. She stirred softly under his touch and let out a soft squeak.
“She’s beautiful,” he smiled as the baby moved around almost like a dancer in her mother’s arms. The baby, turned her head upwards towards her parents and slowly opened her eyes. Yukie covered her mouth with her free hand to keep herself from screaming and Charles held his breath. Looking up at both of them were a pair of beautiful violet eyes.
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When you're stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ...........
this is our time to own it, so own it.....................................
baby we were born with fire and gold in our eyes
Last edited by sweetpinkpixie; 02-23-2011 at 12:43 PM.
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