The Locket Of Identity

Chapter One

The room was dark and warm, yet she didn't feel safe. She never felt safe anymore. With a war going on around them, who could feel safe. Everyone knew that he was back, but they werenot doing anything about it. None of them were. Nobody were taking any precautions to protect their families.

Suddenly, the dark room filled with light, causing her to blink. Her eyes had grown accustom to the darkness. She sat up in bed, and glanced towards the doorway.

"You not asleep yet?" The deep caring voice sounded. She did nothing but watch the old wizard enter the room. "It's almost two in the morning." She felt an extra weight on her bed. "Trouble sleeping?"

She shook her head. "No. Just haven't tried to sleep." That earnt her a dissapointed sigh. "I've got too much on my mind to sleep." She announced.

"The war?" She nodded. The old wizard moved his arm around her shoulders, and pulled her closer. "The war will be over soon, dear. And then you and Mr. Weasley will go on to get married and give your mother and I long awaited grandchildren."

She sighed, gently slipping out from underneagh his arm, before allowing her body to fall back onto the bed. She thought that they would've been together for a long time; but she wasn't shocked when he ended it all.

"We split up." She announced, glancing up at the ceiling. "Apparently, I'm too dangerous and too unpredictable." She sighed, before she turned to face him. "So, sorry but no grandkids." She managed to force a smile onto her face.

He offered her a look of sympathy, before he placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, dear." He sighed. "You two were really good for each other." She raised an eyebrow at him. "You kept him on his toes whilst he somehow managed to show you a life without pain." He told her.

"Dawn River Faith Dumbledore, why are you not asleep already?" Another voice sounded from the doorway. "Any why are you not encouraging her to sleep, Albus Dumbledore?"

Dawn looked up at her father. "You're in trouble, now." She announced.

Albus smirked and chuckled. "So are you. Your mother used your full name."

Dawn's face fell quicker than she had ever known it to. It was not often that she managed to get herself in trouble with her mother; but when she did, Dawn swore that hell would freeze over. Minerva McGonagall walked further into her daughter's room. She wore her emerald green dressing gown, her greying hair loose from it's customary bun.

"So, how is it that you're still awake?" She asked, sitting next to her husband of 50-years. "You left the living area before midnight." Minerva announced, before she frowned. She quickly placed the palm of her hand against Dawn's forehead. "You're not sick, are you, Dawnie?" She asked.

Dawn sighed and pushed her mother's hand away from her forehead. "I'm sick of this whole war." She announced. Both Albus and Minerva looked at one another, and sighed. They both knew of their daughter's hatred towards the war, and if they were honeat, they too shared her feelings. "The whole wizarding community are aware of the war, but they expect witches and wizards sych as ourselves to deal with it all." Dawn announced, sitting up once more. "I'm only eighteen with two full time jobs, a part time job, and I'm fighting in this war." Dumbledore placed a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sick of it, dad! I'm tired of fighting." She announced.

Albus and Minerva both exchanged looks, and sighed. Both knew what the other was thinking because they were thinking the exact same thing; She's not meant to be fighting. Simultainiously, they both turned back to face Dawn, taking in the sight of her.

The scar that ran deep down her upper right arm caused by Lucius Malfoy's muggle knife. The scar on her eyebrow where Bellatrix had pulled out her piercing. The black eyes caused by Fenrir Greyback. The many more cuts, scars, broken bones and bruises caused by fights past and present.

"You're right." Dumbledore sighed, breaking the silence. Both his wife and daughter looked at him, with hope in their eyes. "You shouldn't have to fight, or even know that there is a war going on around you." Minerva seemed to know what he was thinking. She placed a gentle hand on his lower right arm, and watched him pull out his wand. He pointed the wand at Dawn's temple, and sighed. "Obliviate."

With tears in their eyes, both Dumbledore and Minerva watched as their daughter fell forward. Her eyes closed with a look of calm upon her features.