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A Magic Beyond All We Do Here	By : NormanCharles Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 4225 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Chapter
Eight

The Magic in
Me

Mundanes and
Muggles and what constitutes magic

Sinestra and
OMC

Amber was
surprised to see her father and his girlfriend (she still giggled at the
thought) in the kitchen working on his music-craft.� She had expected to come
home to them cloistered away in his room doing �grownup stuff.�� She did notice
that the two adults looked very comfortable with each other and a little,
drained maybe?

�Hey
Sweetheart,� he said as his daughter came in for her hug.� She then turned to
embrace Sidra who happily hugged her back.

�How was the
Aquarium?� she asked.

�Awsome!�
she enthused, �the penguins had baby penguins and they were so cute, and
sea lions and sea turtles and Oh!� she looked excitedly at her father �and they
have sleep overs, and Patrick and Trish and Sally and Jack are going to do that
next week and wanted to know if you would come too?�

She may have
been a wunderkind, but she was every bit a little girl as well - and no father
could say no to such a heart tugging plea.� Amber then focused her preternatural
powers of persuasion on Sidra who acquiesced without a struggle.

�What�s for
dinner?� she asked.

�Didn�t you
eat at the aquarium?� he responded.

�Yeah, but
I�m a growing girl, I need sustenance.�

�I don�t
know what�s scarier, the fact that you eat enough for two grown men or that you
can use sustenance correctly in a sentence at the age of eight.�

�I�m almost
nine,� she protested.

�Oh, that�s
all right then.�

�How about
Brat Dogs?� he pronounced it �braht� dogs.

�Do I want
to know?� Sidra asked, cocking an eyebrow.

�Hey, if you
want to hang around this family you have to develop a taste for exotic food.�

He put the
Lautar in its stand then went over to the refrigerator and pulled out a package
of bratwurst and smoked turkey slices along with some romaine lettuce and
havarti dill cheese.

�Wraps or
buns?� Amber asked from the counter near the breadbox.

�Soft hoagie
rolls tonight I think.�

�Okay,
remember the dressing.�

He reached
back into the fridge and said, �Got it.�

The warm,
lightly toasted buns and the steaming bratwurst and turkey slices rendered the
soft havarti a delicious gooey mess, but Sidra had to admit it was a wonderful
sandwich; the cool romaine lettuce made a nice contrast and added a satisfying
crunch.

�Whatcha
been doin all afternoon?�� Amber asked between bites.

�Slow down
Sweetie,� her father chided, �working mostly.�

�Uh huh,�
she said, �what were you doing before you were �working mostly�?�

�That my
little inquisitor will remain private, grownup stuff� he answered
enigmatically.

�Grownup?�
Sidra chided, �That lets you off Dearest.�

�Unfair,
unfair, I�m outnumbered by the estrogen conspiracy, even the cats are females!�

�Poor baby.�
she said and winked conspiratorially at Amber.

Charles
noticed that his little girl had already finished her sandwich while he and
Sidra were only halfway through theirs, so he got up from the table to prepare
another one for �she of the hollow leg.�� He finished applying the honey Dijon and pressed the warm soft halves together when Amber hugged him from behind.

�For me?�
she asked.

�Of course,
for you.� He said as he walked carefully, as Amber was still hugging him
tightly around the waist as he returned to the kitchen dining nook.

�You�re the
best dad ever!� she said as she released him and swooped down over her second
sandwich.

�Please
remember that in five years when you are a sea of raging hormones and I�m being
totally unfair.�

�More like
two or three years darling,� Sidra said, �I don�t think you see how quickly
Amber is maturing.�

He groaned,
�It�s true, my dad used to say �daughters are God�s way of punishing us for
having been young men� and he was right.� I suppose it�s too late to trade you
in on a boy?�

�Yub,� she
said between bites, �mfrayd ur stug wiff me�

�Chew and
swallow Sweetheart, then talk.�

�I said
you�re stuck with me, my warrantee doesn�t expire till I graduate from
college.�

�Not only is
my daughter a genius, she�s also a comic.�

�Does that
make her a comic genius?�

When they
had finished dinner they all went up to the music room, Amber noticed Sidra
wince as she walked up the stair.

�Sid, are
you okay?� she asked, genuinely concerned.

�Just a
little soreness dear,� she answered granting Charles a withering glare.� �I should
be fit as a fiddle in another two or three hours.�

�And ready
for love?� Amber asked.

Gobsmacked,
Sidra looked at the child and said, �What?�

Nonplussed
she answered, �The whole saying is �fit as a fiddle and ready for love,� isn�t
it?�

�It is indeed,
sweetheart.� Her father answered, �From Singin� in the Rain, one of my
favorite Gene Kelly musicals.�

�I guess I
know what we�re watching for movie night next Friday.� Sidra said.

They got
comfortable in the music room, which doubled as the guest room, Sidra sat on
the low bench by the Yamaha electronic keyboard (the baby grand was in the
family room downstairs), Charles on the stool, Lautar in his lap and Amber
cross-legged on the couch watching Sidra, hoping to add to her own limited
repertoire.�

�This time I
need you to try to use my music to work a simple spell, if I�m right it won�t
matter that you�re not playing; you�ll be able to use my music for your magic.�

She placed
the white plume on the rug between them.� He closed his eyes as she began to
play Andrew Lloyd Webber�s Whistle Down the Wind, he felt the melody
flow through him and saw in his mind�s eye the feather rising from the floor to
float and spin in the air as if being held up by the wind.� He heard his
daughter�s sharp intake of breath and opened his eyes to see the feather
floating exactly as he had imagined it, and he himself had not played a note.�
The feather floated to the floor as the last note died.

�What does
this mean?� he asked.

�It means
Darling; that you don�t need to be playing.� The music is the magic and the
magic is not in the music, it�s in you.�

�What if
there is no music?�

�Think of a
tune, anything really, try running the tune I was just playing in your head.�

He thought
of the tune, remembering the lyrics:

Whistle down the wind

Let your voices carry

Drown out all the rain

Light a patch of darkness

Treacherous and scary

�Now the
feather.� She said softly.

And the
feather rose.

Sidra was
delighted; she had seen things in the magical world everyday that would
astonish a mundane but she hadn�t often experienced it for herself.� She knew
that Charles couldn�t know of his own amazing potential as he had no basis for
comparison.� Everything was new so everything was possible!

�Darling,�
she murmured, �think of me, then think of a melody.�

The music
that came to mind was another of Webber�s, Think of Me, the lyrics
flashed in his mind:

Think of me,

Think of me fondly,

When we've said goodbye.

Remember me once in a while

Please promise me you'll try.

She had the
overwhelming urge to run into his arms.� Feeling flushed she said quietly,

�Dear; keep
the music going in your head, but put the Lautar down for a moment.�

He did and
she leapt from the bench and over to him where she gathered him into her arms
pressing his head against her breast.

�Oh,
Goddess, I would have to be made of stone not to come to you when you summon me
like that!�

Amber looked
confused, and said �hello, remember the impressionable little girl in the
room?�

Both adults
laughed

Sidra explained,
�Your father called me with his magic, and I couldn�t resist.�

�But
shouldn�t he need the Lautar or a wand or something?� she asked; then looking
at her father continued, �Don�t you have to say an incantation?�

�I can�t
explain, except that I feel something when I play music, hear music or even
think of music?� he ended the statement as a question, and then looked
hopefully to Sidra for clarification.

�The magic
is in the music and the music is in you.� I need to send some messages.�

Having said
that she kissed him, hugged Amber bussing her lightly on top of her head and
went downstairs before disapparating with a �pop.�

�I guess it
wore off.� He mused.

�What?� his
daughter asked.

�You know
how some twins seem to share thoughts and feelings?� he asked.

�I�ve heard
of that, but a lot of that is just coincidence, isn�t it?�

�Yes, well,
with magical folk it�s not just coincidental they have a bond.�

�So?� she
prodded.

�So our Sid
has a twin sister.�

�And?�

�And she was
a little upset with us today.�

�Because.�

He took a
deep breath and said �Because we, I mean Sid and me; we . . .�

�I don�t
want to know, I don�t want to hear it, I�m sorry I asked.� Amber sounded
properly mortified; she didn�t want to hear about �sex stuff.�

�So anyway,
Sid took a potion that suppressed her magic so that the bond between her and
Selene, that�s her name, Selene, wouldn�t feel . . .�

�I get the
picture;� she interrupted, �and it�s scary.�

�Waitaminit,�
she sat on the piano bench, �if Sid took the potion, why was Selene upset?�

He sighed,
�She didn�t take the potion until after we had already done some . . . stuff.�

Her eyes got
wide as saucers.

�Isn�t
Selene a witch too?�

�Uh huh.� He
answered.

�So why
aren�t you a toad or something?� she asked.
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