Chasing the Morning
Summary: Will soon be moved to the Hp Repo crossover section. 100 drabbles. Mag did not remember a time without him.
Author's Note: Yup. This was my planned Mag-Born-Into-HP-verse story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Repo! The Genetic Opera. Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling, and Repo! belongs to Terrance Zdunich and Darren Smith.
SORRY. SORRY. FORGOT TO EDIT TO SAVE THE FORMATTING.
She was almost four.
At that time in a young witch or wizard's life, magic is unpredictable, uncontrollable. She had a good concept of what she was and very little of the concept of keeping it hidden, and so when she started making the flowers by the riverbank dance, she was delighted rather than alarmed and worried.
"Freak!" The boys in this neighborhood weren't the nicest, Mag knew that, and so even though she didn't know what a 'freak' was, she hazarded a guess that it wasn't a nice thing to say. But they were big and she was small, and she was worried that if she angered them they'd tell mummy and daddy she'd been playing near the river, where she was never to go alone.
"You're a little witch, aren't you Maggie?"
The pebble struck her cheek and stung, and she started to cry. The flowers dropped to the ground and drooped, wilting at her sadness.
"Maggie's a wi-tch! Maggie's a wi-tch! You gonna go fly on your broomstick now, Maggie?" They'd pelted the rocks in earnest then.
"Stop it!" Why were they doing this? Her dad had a broomstick- You were supposed to ride on it. What was the problem with that?
What had she done wrong?