Early Beginnings and Later Occurrences

"Sirius, Sirius." She cried. "Sirius." He was not there, he never would be again. "What do want from me?" She screamed at thin air. She remembered all, she remembered too well.

It had begun so long ago. The story started with a boy who hated his father, not for being a muggle, but for what he had done to the child. The boy, a child, had not been well treated, his childhood littered with abuse: verbal, physical, and emotional. The child came to hate his father, to hate all like his father. The boy had been named for his father. He hated the name, just as he hated the man. His mother sent him away, to a wizarding school, to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The boy grew into a damaged teenager, seeking revenge. He discovered a sect of puritans, and these became his friends. He was a quiet boy, and did not cause any trouble. Soon after his education had begun, however, his mother died, tragically. He vowed to repay all muggles for their 'kindness' to him. This tragic boy grew into an entity so feared that his name was not spoken. He became Lord Voldemort.

But I do not know that story well, it was before my time, and he was loath to tell me. Rather I know another story, quite close to this one, but one many have not yet heard... I was born, well, to a very normal happy couple. Well, except that in the beginnings of a war, my father was a dark wizard and my mother had abandoned her family, a well-known and highly respected clan of 'good' wizards, she gave it all up for love, my father; he was a good man, stuck on the wrong side of the line. He had fallen in with the wrong crowd at school, and had been paying for it ever since. My mother knew what she was risking to marry my dad, but she loved him. We had a small family, just my parents, me and my younger twin brother. With both parents wizards, we grew up with magic; however, our parents (mainly my mother) decided that we should attend a muggle elementary school. The reason behind this was the struggle, a struggle that would, in the end, cause full blown war in the wizarding world. We were less likely to be found in a muggle school, where we were not expected to be. During school hours, we learnt art and science, but at home, we learnt wand technique, potion basics, eradication of household pests and such 'magical' basics. We grew up happily in both worlds. Eventually we had to attend high school. My brother and I had lived together our entire lives. Now we would be separated, and placed in different magic schools.

I remember the last day before we left...

"Nikki?" "Yes, Anna."

"You'll write, right?"

"Of course I will. I'll tell you all about it."

"Ok. Even all the bad stuff?"

"Sure, I won't leave anything out."

"If anything happens you'll tell me?"

"Yes."

"If anyone hurts you I'll break their neck."

Nikki, bleach blond and blue eyed, smiled gently.

"You don't have to Anna."

"What if I want to?"

Nikki smiled again.

"Promise me, if anything happens I'll be the first to know."

"I promise Anna."

"You won't forget me?"

"Anna, no-one can forget you, your just to strong and painful a memory."

Nikki grinned teasingly.

"Nikki!"

He ducked as I pretended to lunge for him.

"Annastasia! Nikki! It's time for you two to come down."

"You swear to always remember, no matter what?"

"I swear."

"And do you swear that we'll always stick together, until the bitter end?"

"Yes"

"Grip my arm."

Nikki winced as I made the cut, his eyes watered.

"Wait till it's your turn." I chided.

"I can't help it."

The cuts we made were shallow, but deep enough to draw blood. We pressed our arms together, and the blood mingled.

"You can't break your promise now."

"What about you?"

"I can't either, have you ever known me to break a promise anyway?"

"Well..." He grinned.

"Anna, you'll have to run or you'll miss your carriage!"

"Goodbye mum, I love you. Bye Nikki, you'll write."

"Bye Anna."

"Goodbye and good luck, Stasia."

"Bye dad, love you."

I took one last look at my family, the last time we'd be together, the last happy moment.

Written by ArbDreamer

Most of these characters and stuff belong to JK rowling, though I'm sure I would have been nicer to them if they were mine.

Well, maybe...