...."I can't do magic" I whispered.
My mother, the most talented Transfiguration professor Hogwarts had ever seen since the late Professor McGonagall, just looked me in the eyes, and smiled.
"I know honey. You are my daughter, I suspected from the day you were born, and I have known for a while, but you will never be less of a witch to me", she declared.
I sat staring at her, face pale and eyes brimming with tears above my stone cold cup of tea.
My mother was the most important person to me, and I had been so ashamed and so afraid she would think less of me.
"Thanks Mum. I just didn’t know what I would do without you", I said with hope in my heart.
"It’s okay. I'm always here for you. I will even help you let the family know when you are ready".
This came as a relief to my ears. It was the hardest thing I had ever done, admitting to my mother that magic wasn’t in me. I didn’t think I could tell my extended family by myself. At least I had reached this hurdle alone.
As I sat thinking, contemplating my future, thankfully with my mother at my side, I felt a hand brush mine.
"We will always be family, always", she whispered, with tears in her own eyes.