(Guess the POV): 

I fell to the ground, my hands already bleeding and dripping to the ground as memories ran through my head like cold water. A flash of red blurred between my two little eyeballs as I stumbled to the ground again. Life flashed right before my eyes like a cheetah chasing after a rabbit.

Life. The word seemed so simple but sometimes you couldn't help but over think about it. Especially the meaning of it. The meaning was of course in the dictionary but not many people really trusted the dictionary in this case. One of those people were me. In my case  life is a mirror. It will smile at you and you will smile at it. If you look good your life is good, but rarely you think you look good so life is bad in your eyes, though other people think different... I vaguely remembered a quote and heard from a nearby distance. I might have not made it up, but it still was the closest definition to life from any other person.

Well that is unless the mirror got broken 3 times, the myths came true and now you can't smile because you are in two battles. Not one worse than the other and both of them failing. Now that was my real best definition. One of the only accomplishments in my whole life. If I actually went back in time I cringed at the thought of me actually thinking I had so many accomplishments. So many studded jewels, so many smiles, so many glass slippers. So many wars. So many conflict in the face of life and death. So many deaths of others from fighting in the war. But so many mirrors to make glass swords out of, and forget about the real meaning of life.

Not like it matters anymore though. They will soon both be over in a few minutes. Not in peace but at least it will end. Both the wars, and the accomplishments will be left behind. They would be in the ground, as others lived happily without worry of Voldemort. Without worry of crazy people such as Bellatrix Lestrange, and Severus Snape; my old friend.

There will be something for history to remember. So these battles won't have to happen again, or at the very least restore some faith in humanity...

I looked down at my hands, the blood almost seeming to sending me a message. The blood that has been inside me for 38 years or maybe even more. Seeming to drip out and onto the ground like a rain and one messaged words almost formed. Words that never seemed to steam my vision in my whole life until this very day.

Poor, ragged, failure, coward...

The words seemed to go on. Words that almost described me and it didn't surprise me at all. Words that were so simple, yet so gut stabbing. Words that made me regret one thing I found in the world, one that I found by the simple process of imagination.

I regret finding magic.

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27 years ago (3rd person):

It was a sunny, June day in London of 1971. The chirping of a bluebird brought music to the innocent, the sun glazed across the the lime green grass like a beam of moonlight reflecting off a lake, and every second kids of all shapes and sizes ran out to a field to join a game of baseball. At the same time the crow of a rooster echoed throughout London from just a small farm that is miles away.

Most of London didn't enjoy the unusually late crow of the rooster entering the parade of honking cars, singing bluebirds, and the latest talk about the UK economy. But the owners of the rooster didn't care if 90% of London considered them as the most uncivilized, boring, and weirdest farmers of the 20th century. Because Eliza, Cassidy, and Gabriela live in a world that isn't covered in a speck of normal. Well, that's unless you call pure-blooded witches that escaped to the muggle world normal. Ones that would farm in the muggle world for a living, and would hand wash their own dishes for the sake of having fun.

"Did you hear the rooster crow? I wouldn't be a bit surprised if you didn't hear it." A girl with dark brown shoulder length hair whispered. Her already wide indigo eyes turned to the size of saucers when she raised her eyebrows at her younger sister. "You know I'm not playing any games with you Cassidy, and if I were then you'd probably be losing. What's the point of smarts when you don't have the tools to get the good grades?"

That girl's name is Gabriela. She looked up at the clock. Surely enough it was already 8:30 in the morning, and Gabriela could already hear the sound of the neighbors growing their corn. The treble pitched giggle of a 5 year old boy ran through the air as his 10 year old brothers chased him around the corn field.

Gabriela tried her best not to roll her eyes as she staggered towards the wide, open window. She cautiously peaked out the window at the neighboring family. Gabriela knew that if anyone was seeing her peek out the window they would immediately call her a stalker, but from her grey eyes she just thought of it as observing, and to her everyone observed like this sometime in their life. She could understand if someone called her a stalker for memorizing someone's schedule or watching them walk home, but that was beyond the extreme. The only reason why Gabriela would ever memorize a person's schedule, or follow them home is if she is spying on someone for a top secret mission, and by top secret mission she means only missions that will save humanity or save the world.

Gabriela just ignored her thought process, knowing that it would just make things worse. Instead she just let the negativity and anger boil in her veins, and quickly clenched her fist to let it out. Even though it didn't help it still shimmered her down a little.

Gabriella sighed. She found it highly annoying how this always happened to her, and nobody else did this. At first she thought she was rotting, but after reading a 400 paged book on teenage girls she realized it was just about puberty,. In about a year or less it would just be gone like the wind...

"Catch me if you can!"

Gabriela's head swerved to the right as the boy yelled. His short, blonde hair blew in the wind as his older brothers pushed through the corn. "I bet if you can't even run for 10 seconds without giving up on me finding me!"

The two older brothers looked at each other. "Actually, you know that's false Caine."

"Then I bet it's nine seconds-"

"No, it's zero seconds. Now good luck getting out of that corn maze, both of us took about 10 minutes to get out of it when we were your age." Caine's older brothers exchanged eye contact. "Now Joe, do you just want to continue planting corn?" The taller of the two asked.

"Sure thing. Let's plant some more more corn in that corn maze so Caine won't get out." Joe smirked as him and his older brother dragged their feet towards the corn maze. From a distance their mum yelled something about breakfast being ready.

Gabriella smirked. She definitely isn't the type of girl that doesn't wish for that life, a normal life. A normal life to her is like eating pizza for lunch everyday. You would love it at first but then one day it get's quite boring, and then all in a sudden broccoli is going to look like heaven.

Even though she wasn't into the whole entire farming for fun thing, and would rather go back to the wizarding world than wash any dishes by hand that still didn't mean that that she is the most normal out of the three. Since she is the 2nd to oldest, and a about to be 3rd year she feels as if it's unfair that she doesn't get all of the spotlight, and is determined to get it no matter what anyone else thinks. In Gabriela's case it's debatable if that is a good thing or not.

"What did you say?" Cassidy muttered before pulling her lilac covers over her head. The sunlight hurt her eyes like a hangnail.

Gabriela stared down at her little sister in disgust. Even though Gabriela reminded her younger sister to apply deodorant multiple times Cassidy still apparently had better things to do, and instead made Eliza and herself suffer from the odor of rotten salmon.

"Yep, I knew it..." Gabriela's voice trailed off into the distance. She gave a snotty smile. "Anyways Cassidy I recommend you to get out of bed before Eliza comes in here, and starts to scream at you. Even if she doesn't you still know that I'm always here to help you get out of bed..." Gabriel shrugged.

"Never mind, I think that I can get out of bed myself." Cassidy pulled the covers off her head, and smiled at the sunlight as if she were greeting an old friend.

Gabriela cussed under her breath as she did that. Why did her little sister have to act like friends to nature? Gabriela thought that it was always naive and childish whenever people viewed the world in a creative, yet wandering way. It was almost like she those people took drugs, and didn't know what they were doing. It even came that far to Gabriela saying to her sister that she worried about her future, and giving her a talk about how much she cared about her.

Gabriela cringed at the thought of it, but knew that deep and down in her gut that it was true. Gabriela wasn't a tough girl that didn't like her sister, but instead is just a weak girl who was stuck farming in the muggle world.

"But you're going to be different-"

"No I'm not, any normal person get's out of bed by themselves." Cassidy turned her head towards Gabriela, and smiled. "But even if I am different a anonymous person always said that being different isn't a bad thing. It means you're brave enough to be yourself."

Gabriela pressed her lips together, and nodded. "I suppose..." She looked out into the sun. "Well anyways, I guess I'll see you in a few minutes."

Cassidy nodded back. "Yeah."

Gabriela closed the door, and walked down the hallway. But unlike most people who'd either go straight to the bathroom, or down into the kitchen Gabriel decided to stop at the edge of the staircase, and peak around the corner to see if her guardian; Eliza was anywhere nearby.

Gabriela being the picky, and ungrateful person she is really disliked Eliza. She had no idea who her real parents are but she's pretty sure that they'd be better than a Gryffindor obsessed, muggle-born loving half-blood who's probably some secret wanna-be Slytherin.

"Gabriela, is that you?!" She called. Judging from the sound of pouring coffee, and the ring of the microwave, Gabriela guessed that Eliza was in the kitchen.

Oh yeah, and she breaks all British stereotypes by never drinking a cup of tea in her whole life. That is just shameful.

"Oh... I'm just going to use the bathroom quickly. I'll be down there in a minute." Gabriela leaned over the staircase and yelled. After a few seconds of silence Gabriela grinned.

It's time. She thought, wiping her sweaty palms on her aqua sweat pants, and looked around one last time just in case Cassidy was spying on her, and Gabriela couldn't tell. She didn't see any girls with long mint colored hair, and fox like sky-blue eyes so she Cassidy was still getting dressed.

Ok, that means you have about five minutes or longer since it takes Cassidy ages to just put a shirt on. Gabriela thought.

Gabriela looked up at the ceiling and winked. Just like she thought one of the grey tiles to the house ceiling were crooked with a small handle at the bottom of it. Gabriela knew that it is a bad way to disguise the passageway but once again it wasn't like Gabriela knew how to apparate yet so it was better than just staying in this house with cheesy muggle styled farmers.

Being the tall person she is, all she had to do to pull down the handle. She obviously had to jump again, this time out backwards because when she did the a shiny, steel ladder came down.

Gabriela's grin just grew more though as she cautiously tiptoed onto the first ladder step. Unlike most times it didn't creak so Gabriela just kept slowly tiptoeing up the ladder. Her hand traced the edges of the ladder like a knife tracing across the tip of a ripe tomato, and a shiver ran down her spine when she reached the darkness. Laying in the darkness was the liquid darkness that laid in front of her like the ocean.

She never felt so happy in her life as the the smooth waves of darkness embraced her like a distant friend.

AN: I'll update when the story get's to 140 votes. :)