Meus Solitarius Cor Curens by mrsgeorgeweasley
Chapter Notes: A/N: This fic was lovingly written for my dear friend Lei. Congratulations on turning 16 and may this magical year open many doorways for you.
The title means "Care For My Lonely Heart" in latin, thank you to Paul for that translation.
In some cultures, crying is a sign of weakness, in others it is seen as a sign of strength. It’s strange how a crying child is reprimanded by its parent, yet a crying adult is immediately fussed over. There are times when this uncontrollable and unwelcome desire to let all your anguish out becomes overwhelming. Who would have thought that the torrent that is human emotion could be so easily quelled by releasing salty water from your eyes? There are so many times in life when you feel like crying; the first time you skin your knee, the first time you get your heart broken and the first time you face a whole new world. As young Kimberly Cura stood in a chilly shadow on Platform nine and three quarters, she faced that whole new world.
She watched, through eyes that were blurry with tears, as the crowd on the platform grew. The small buzz of chatter was in the air as strangely dressed parents escorted their even more strangely dressed offspring on to the gleaming red locomotive that stood before them. Younger children chased each other around; oblivious to the emotional keening that was brewing in their mothers. Teenagers tried to escape soppy kisses and never ending hugs. Their desperation to get on the train and start lounging with friends was far more important than gratifying the maternal needs of the woman who brought them into the world.
But Kimberly didn’t really care about anybody else. In the last year her parents, Telly and Rolando, had uplifted her from her home in the Philippines and moved her to Britain without much rhyme or reason. It hadn’t taken long for their motive to emerge. Just a few months after their move to a little Island off the coast of Kent in England, Telly and Rolando had sat their daughter down for a very serious little chat.
“There’s something that you need to know…” Her mother had muttered quietly.
“You’re rather…special…”Her father added.
“Kim, you’re a witch.” The Curas watched their only daughter carefully to see how she would react to the news and were somewhat dismayed by the shock on her face. She had clearly not been expecting that.
“What do you mean? How can I be a witch?” If she hadn’t known better she would have assumed that they were playing some kind of nasty little trick on her. Was it April Fool’s Day?
“Well, your mother and I are wizards, and your grandparents were wizards too,” Rolando explained carefully. “We have magical powers that we have been very careful about using over the years. Haven’t you ever noticed the things that seem to happen around you?” he asked with the hint of a smile; rather…unusual…things had been happening around Kim for some time. Her mind floated back over the months that had elapsed since her move from the Philippines, she had been, understandably, all over the place. Her moods swung from cheery to enraged in the blink of an eye, and when they did something disastrous happened. The best example being the day her mother took her shopping and, in the midst of an argument, the windscreen on their car smashed into a thousand pieces. There was even the time when she was getting lectured at dinner on keeping her room tidy, the platter of food that her mum had been carrying to the table had exploded, not fallen, exploded.
“I didn’t really think much of it…” Kim whispered in disbelief.
“Young witches and wizards like yourself can’t really control their magic, so sometimes it gets a little unpredictable. How do you feel?” Rolando asked with concern etched into his features.
“I’m not sure,” Kim replied. That technically wasn’t the truth; she was starting to feel decidedly upset. This was just typical of her parents! They ripped her away from her friends and her home only to drop this bombshell on her. She went to bed that night with a head full of contradictory thoughts and a headache that was more painful than any she had ever had.
It had taken a long time for Kim to adjust to the idea that she had magical powers and had taken even longer for her to accept that she would be attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The sight of the gleaming Hogwarts Express was doing little to make her feel better. Large groups of friends were swilling about together, all of them laughing and joking with each other. Everyone here knew someone; she knew no-one.
Kim wasn’t the only Cura crying, her mother was standing in front of her taking deep, steadying breaths as the tears rolled down her cheeks. Rolando gently tugged Kim’s sleeve and pulled her towards the train. He led her into an empty compartment where he deposited her trunk in the luggage rack before turning back to his two sobbing women. “Come now, you two,” he insisted; wrapping one arm around his wife and another around his daughter. Suddenly, without any warning, Telly threw herself upon her daughter and captured her in a bone crushing hug. After a series of strange wailing noises Mrs. Cura pulled herself away from Kim and clung to her husband instead. “I think we’ll go now. Have fun at school and don’t forget to write to us every now and then. We’ll pick you up here at Christmas, okay?” Kim didn’t answer verbally, but she did nod her head. It was then that Mr. and Mrs. Cura departed the train and left their daughter feeling more terrified and alone than she ever had.
A/N2: The biggest thanks ever go to Marie, without her, this fic would be lost. Your help is appreciated more than words can say. We shall have a long and fruitful fic life, I can tell.