This is a prequel to a new Dramione Vital Organs - if you'd like me to continue, please review.

I remember them. Barely yet I still remember.

I was petit, a child to their eyes. I remember laughing from being tickled, or getting chased. I even remember having a plethora of toys for entertainment, but I hardly touched them. I wanted something more, something alive. I remember being in a pot, just for fun. When they found me, they just smiled. I started saying gibberish in child's talk. I didn't even know what I was saying. But they understood, they understood me. I remember getting a child's broom. I didn't know what it was at first, just poking and prodding it now and then. Then he picked me up and put me on it and told me to push with the slightness of my body. It was fun and I loved it. The feeling of wind blowing past and being chased, it was amazing. I remember it all so clearly... and more.

I remember the shining green light coming towards me. I was scared, but I didn't close my eyes. I glazed into the shining emerald glow. Before it could hit me, I saw a shadow pass in front of me. I heard the thud and the silence. His eyes were open and I remember saying, "Daddy, Daddy..."

Then, she came. She was so beautiful. Her eyes were hazel and always shining whenever she looked at him. But the shine died when she saw him lying there. She sobbed and whispered his name. But another flash of coloured light reverberated near and she did not waste time. She gathered me in her arms, tearing me away from him. I screamed and fought her, but she gripped me tightly against her. I was looking behind her staring into the emotionless masks and hooded strangers. They had reached for us, but in an moment, we disappeared.

It was raining. We had no coats and she cradled me in her arms to shield me from the rain. She kept knocking on the door of a house, never stopping until they opened. And when they did, she talked fast. I couldn't understand what she was saying. They let us in and she laid me down on one of the armchairs. They left for a while, leaving her and me alone. She looked at me and said,

"Sweetheart, I have to leave you here."

I protested. She couldn't leave me. Why would she leave me?

She looked at me agonizingly before she said, "I'll come back for you. I promise."

Then, she stood, pointing something long at me between blurred vision. She motioned to the couple of the home and they held me firmly. They knew she was leaving. I cried. I wanted her. I wanted Mummy.

"I promise, Amorette," she sobbed, "Stay strong for Mummy."

A sudden brightening, white light and it was a far off memory.

Then, I came to Hogwarts. I found magic and the touch of it was achingly familiar. It was something I had dreams of, a fantasy world of wonder come alive. I studied everything. I wanted to know more, my desperate need to encompass magic overwhelming and... uninvited by some.

"Filthy mudblood!" he screeched vehemently, face contorted in disgust. I was enraged. It shouldn't matter. It shouldn't matter if I was a muggle with magic – I caught myself, questioning, "Am I truly a muggle?"

The thoughts passed with the turmoil of Hogwarts, Harry and Ron, and all its adventure. Then, it happen. The false Professor Moody and The Unforgivables. Three spells to suffer and I knew them all. I had read about it before, but I finally understood what the shining green light was. On the outside, I wasn't fazed. But once that light came from the wand, I remembered it all.

I told no one, not even my two best friends in the world. I was alone. I was alone in my struggle to find out who I was and where I came from. I went to the library. I looked up different bloodlines, different families - searching the entirety of the Hogwarts library to no avail.

Then, the war against Voldemort raged. In this battle, Diagon Ally was attacked. Bodies were dropping everywhere. Green lights flashing in every direction, blood spraying all over the halls and floor, and there I stood, in the middle of it. After all my knowledge and everything I've been through, I was paralyzed. I saw an Order member's corpse and I couldn't think to move. I just stood there and waited.

Waited for what? Death, salvation, love...I did not know. I just waited. Another flash of vibrant light came at me and I held a breath. I wanted to die. I wanted find my father and mother and feel their embrace. Another shadow passed and I closed my eyes. I didn't want to see another person die for me. I didn't want to see death. When I salvaged the courage to open them, I fell to my knees in despair.

Mother, please! No!

"Amorette," she whispered lovingly, "my little love." I cradled her head in my arms, sobbing. Her hand caressed my tear-stained cheek for a moment, lingering, before fading away. I sobbed. I sobbed so hard. She couldn't leave me. Not again, not like this. But she did. "Please, I remember!" I wailed, "Mummy, come back!"

I was that little girl again. I wanted my Mummy back.

But she could never and I was too late.

I was in anguish and the rampage of the battle surged around us. From the corner of my eye, I saw the emerald light once more and resigned myself to die. I waited, watching the spell come towards me – only to be pulled away from its path.

"Bloody hell, Granger!" he screamed, "Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

I didn't answer. I crawled over to her. She was wearing the coal-colored robes of the enemy and I glanced at the scattered Death Eater mask amongst the rubble.

I don't understand! Why did you never come? You promised!

His arms pull me back into an alcove and I feel his hold gripping into my shoulders. The same coloured robe creates a shadow across the lightness of his skin and hair and it hides his expression.

"Would you care that much if I died?" his tone is sarcastic but I hear the echo of something else in his voice that speaks through my grief. Through the pain that burns me, I answer him.

"Malfoy, she wasn't just any Death Eater. She was my mother."