It wasn't fair. How could everything go from right to so, so wrong in the space of a few seconds? They nearly succeeded; having gone through one of the most gruelling rescue missions the group had ever been through. Mirai was safe within her brother's arms when they were ambushed and overpowered by Kureto Hiragi and Guren. Alone, the group may have had a chance, but when faced with an army plus Kureto's squad and the group found themselves on death's door.

They nearly made it, and yet, they were unsuccessful. They watched in horror when Mirai flung herself in front of her brother to shield him from a soldier's blade; piercing her through the heart. They watched as one by one, their comrades, their family, were slowly diminished until only Yuu and Mika stood.

And yet, the last thing the two remembered was staring down the blade on Kureto and Guren as the world went black around them.

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When Ronald Bilius Weasley was born into the world, neither Molly nor Arthur thought it strange that he didn't share the signature Weasley bright red hair, but rather it had a pinkish tinge to it. But both parents brushed it off, merely glad that their child was born healthy.

However, it was only when one Ginerva Molly Weasley was born with a similar colour hair as her younger brother did the two parents begin to question why. Of course, both parents were pleased that it was nothing serious or life threatening, but the two couldn't help but wonder.

As Ron Weasley grew older alongside his sister, Molly and Arthur begun to notice that they were nothing like their previous brothers. Ginny took an instant liking to Ron, something which the family believes is due to his constant hovering over her shoulder, but nonetheless the two were inseparable. However, despite the twins, Percy, and Bill, Ron was different. He was silent yet quick to anger, calm yet fierce, but what startled the family even more was his sudden talent for fighting and Japanese.

It wasn't noticeable at first, the few random words of gibberish that left his mouth before he quickly fixed his mistake and continued on like nothing had occurred. But when a few words become too many, that's when the family begun to pay more attention.

They were random yet causal words that were spoken with such ease it was as if it was natural. A word that keeps slipping his lips is 'imouto', which Molly later found out is Japanese for sister. However, another word that the family keep hearing slip Ron's lips, albeit whenever the twins pull a prank, is 'baka' or 'teme'. Molly was later appalled when she discovered the meaning of those words and gave her youngest son a good tongue lashing about the use of such words, no matter what language it's spoken in.

And yet, what startled her the most was when Ginny replied in much the same manner, often times calling Ron 'onii-san'.

Despite the uniqueness of her two youngest children, she let them be, and her family continued to thrive and grow happily. However, that all changed when Ron turned eight years old. And her once happy family made a drastic change.

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When Draco Lucius Malfoy was born, the Malfoy family and those with close ties to the pure-blooded family merely offered their congratulations to the family for a healthy birth. Ever since birth, Draco had been a quiet child, never raising a fuss or screaming his lungs out; something which had been a huge relief to both Narcissa and Lucius. That stayed that way for majority of his childhood. Yet he was an odd child for a Malfoy. Unlike his father, Draco didn't combe back his hair, instead letting it grow to about shoulder length and leaving it in an almost messy state; something which bothered Lucius to no end.

However, despite his hair, Draco loved life, which was quite the turn due to the gloomy and political upbringing of the family, but Narcissa was happy. Wherever the two went, Draco would smile, bright blue eyes wide with wonder and kindness as he socialised and made friends; something which Lucius was both pleased and disappointed in.

Lucius was pleased that his son and only Malfoy heir was making many friends and forming ties so quickly, but was disappointed in his son's cheerfulness and nativity. He knows he cannot expect a boy as young as Draco to understand, but he does not wish for his son to grow ignorant and to tarnish the Malfoy name.

However, that viewpoint changed as Draco grew older. Both Narcissa and Lucius noticing signs of Draco's hidden intelligence. It started with small things, a word here and an odd comment there, but what really gained their attention was the random switch in languages. Whenever engaged in a conversation, Narcissa would pick up both Latin and Japanese words randomly spoken throughout his sentences; some which even Draco picked up and quickly apologised before correcting himself.

Narcissa, forever curious, asked her son where he'd learned such words, in which Draco would reply with a small frown.

"I don't know." He always answered, and Narcissa believed him, for even he seemed startled by the slip ups. When Narcissa informed her husband, he was proud. Stating, albeit in a well-mannered way, that it was a sign of his intelligence, something which Narcissa agreed with. However, soon as the years dragged on, the day on Draco's 8th birthday, things quickly turned sour for young Draco Malfoy and his prideful family.

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Neville Longbottom was always a quiet child. Some say it's because of the tragic fate of his parents, or that fact that he may be a Squib, but no one, not even Neville Longbottom himself, knew why he is as he is.

Whenever Neville thinks back to the loses of his parents, a dull and frightening ache in his heart startles him; bring back the familiar feeling of losing a loved one, of the familiar feeling of watching death. It both puzzled and scared him that the feeling was even familiar to him, but he kept it to himself.

Whenever he dreamed, he heard a voice, one that called a familiar yet unknown name to him; lulling him into something unknown. But before he could even piece together what is occurring, he'd wake up in cold sweats, his mind hazy and confused at the reoccurring dream.

He never wanted to bother his grandfather and grandmother, for indeed he was a quiet child haunted by a strange dream, but there were instances where he startled even himself. Neville knew of the existence of magic, he himself having been born into a pureblood family, but as he grew older, his grandparents were becoming desperate.

Not once in his entire life did he display any signs of accidental magic, and his grandfather was coming up with all kinds of frightening ways to force him to bring it out. It was during one of his attempts did Neville not only startle his grandparents, but also himself.

It was during another one of his grandfather's attempts did it occur. His grandfather had spelled the utensils to fly after him, chasing him throughout the house. Surprisingly, Neville wasn't scared nor frightened, merely concerned as what to do.

However, what surprised the Longbottom family was when Neville spun around and physically grabbed the flying utensils out of the air with his bare hands and instinctively threw them back at his grandfather before he could even realise what he's doing. His grandfather, thankfully, managed to spell the utensils to freeze in mid-air before falling to the ground with a clatter.

Once Neville comprehended what he'd just done, he couldn't stop the wave of apologies that left his mouth as he bowed. Again, his family and Neville himself disregarded the strange behaviour as a possible Squib dealing with the loose of his parents; but neither member of the Longbottom family could possibly comprehend what is awaiting the young child.

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Harry James Potter was a lonely child. Growing up in a hostile environment, his parents having died when he was too young to remember them. He grew up watching as his "family" grow fat and lazy all the while he grew skinny and worked.

His clothes didn't fit him, he only had one pair of shoes, his glasses were broken and his hair a mess. But what really gained people's attentions is not the oddly shaped scar on his forehead or his brilliant green eyes, but rather the distant and intelligent look in his eyes. If that didn't freak out the ordinary family, then Harry's sharp reflexes, odd tendencies to speak in Japanese and Latin, and his seemingly non-caring attitude definitely did. For no matter how many times they kicked him down, no matter how many times they punished him or spoke badly of him, he always got back up.

It got to the point where even Dudley's gang didn't faze him. In fact, he even welcomed the chance to fight them and beat them to a pulp; for someone so small and skinny, he's a good fighter.

However, underneath the non-caring attitude and tough exterior, he was plagued by repeating nightmares. Every time he goes to bed, every time he closes his eyes and falls asleep, he is haunted by the same nightmare night after night.

Each night is the same. He stands in a grand and lavish building, white and gold decorated the ceiling and pillars around him; stairs rose from the floor towards an arch that led to somewhere unknown, but his eyes aren't on the mysterious doorway, but rather on the crying and bleeding blonde in front of him. Blood stained the pearly white tiles as bodies on children laid behind the blonde, but what frightened Harry the most was the scary man approaching them.

Long silver hair, white uniform and blood red eyes that just screamed "vampire". It's all the same. The boy screaming at him to run as the vampire pieces his stomach and sliced off his arm. He could feel himself move, as he aimed the gun at his head and pulled the trigger; watching as the male vampire falls to the ground and releases the blonde haired boy. He remembers the tears, the sorrow and the anger and exhaustion as he runs up the stairs before finally waking up.

Some nights he wakes up with tears trailing down his face, others he catches himself shouting an unknown yet familiar name; his hand outstretched high above him as if trying to grab onto the nameless boy.

His heart ached, but he had no clue as to why. His uncle and aunt always shouted at him whenever they awoke to him calling out to the boy in his dreams, but he didn't care. For his nightmares took up much of his mind and distracted him more and more. For Harry could just feel it, the answers on the tip of his mind but just out of reach. It both frustrated and annoyed him greatly.

And yet, nothing could prepare young Harry for the answers he'd receive.

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On the day of their eighth birthday, Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Neville Longbottom and Harry Potter, collapsed in sheer agony as their screams pierced the air.

In case you haven't guessed:

Harry-Yuu
Draco-Mika
Neville-Yoichi
Ron-Shiho Kimizuki
Ginny-Mirai Kimizuki

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