TRUTH
Summary: Memory Harrison is back for her second year at Hogwarts with her best mates Fred and George, but an awkward summer with her 'parents' has left her wanting to know the whole truth.
A/N- So this is the sequel to MEMORY, and I've decided to put this story back into third person because writing well in 1st is hard for me. And I'm sorry about this being up later than I expected, but my computer is being all funny and not letting me upload any documents so I've had to copy and paste and editing my copy and paste to fit this format has been one pain in the... well, anyway, on with the story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
But no, none of it's true, cause I never knew you,
And now the truth of it is, I want to be like you,
So hello, good friend, I want to be next to you,
For my head, for my heart, for what's true
-The Rocket Summer, Never Knew
Chapter One: A Birthday Wish
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In King's Cross Station, not far away from the home of the young girl standing amongst the crowd, there was a commotion at the platform that to the Muggle world did not exist. Yes, platform 9 ¾ was bustling with parents, younger siblings, grandparents, teachers, but most importantly, the students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
The girl's dishwater blonde hair was in two braids that hung carelessly and slightly askew over her shoulders. Her green eyes were full of emotion that anyone could have seen, in fact, the girl was often told her eyes were like an open book, just waiting to be read. Her purple jumper and slightly torn jeans were worn, and hung loose on the thin girls frame. The most notable thing about this girl, however, was the long and ugly scar on her delicate face. It was a long, thick line starting at the hairline and ending at the girl's jaw.
Today was Memory Harrison's 13th birthday, usually a happy event considering September the first was an exciting day for everyone, but today it was shrouded by Memory's longing for the only gift she had asked for this year: the truth.
Her summer had been spent awkwardly avoiding the looming fact that hung over the small Harrison family. Memory was adopted. And on top of that, her family had been murdered. And to top that off, their blood had been on the hands of her former professor, whom, during the previous semester, had attempted to bring Memory to the same fate.
So the young girl stood troubled, seemingly lost in all the hustle around her until a group of redheads approached her, the first to arrive snapping his pale fingers in front of her dazed face.
"Oi! Memory!" The boy said, taking his hand back from the fingers that now grasped it.
Memory shyly withdrew her hand. "Oh, hi, Fred," She said, unconcerned with the boy next to him, who had a look of shock on his freckled face.
"Hey! I'm Fred, you lunatic!" George Weasley fumed, staring; mouth agape, at Memory who wasn't phased.
A smile crept up on her thin lips. "No, you're not," she said simply, turning her attention to the other members of the group that had just joined the pouting twins.
Molly Weasley wrapped her arms around Memory somewhat awkwardly. "How was your summer, dear?" She asked, releasing the girl who was, again, looking off into space.
"Oh, fine, not much excitement after I left you all," Memory said, doing her best to steer the conversation away from the pending questions that hung ominously in the smoky air.
Fred and George sported identical grins. "I will admit, that was a good laugh, especially when we put Percy's glasses on the cat," Fred said, beaming at the thought of his own joke.
A young man with horned-rimmed glasses and curly red hair approached the twins and gave them pats on the back, perhaps with a bit more force than necessary. "Oh yes, that was a riot especially when poor Mildred sat on them and I was nearly blind for a week!" Percy Weasley said, glaring at his younger brothers.
"Ah! Memory, how nice to see you, have a good summer, then?" Percy asked brightly, adjusting his glasses.
"Fine," Memory replied simply. "Just quiet."
"Where's Charlie?" Percy suddenly asked, looking all around him for his missing brother.
Mrs. Weasley pointed to the train. "I expect he's already on, being a prefect and what not!" She let out a girlish giggle as she remembered the letter that had told Charlie he would be reprising his role in his last year.
Memory smiled along with Mrs. Weasley. She didn't have the heart to tell her that her son wasn't really all that interested in becoming prefect. In fact, Charlie had told just about everyone except for his mother how he had actually felt.
There was a loud whistle from the train and the four students gathered around the plump woman quickly picked up their large trunks. Memory had debated about bringing her owl, Mel, along with her in the train, but concluded she would only be a nuisance.
Fred, George and Percy shouted rushed goodbyes at their mother and began to jog towards the train that whistled a second time.
Once safely inside the now moving train, Memory followed Fred and George to find and empty compartment. After ten minutes with no avail, the three settled for one only occupied by a smiling boy sporting dreadlocks.
"So how was your summer, Lee?" Memory asked, having properly stowed her trunk and sitting across from the boy who was smiling kindly at her.
"Really great, actually, I went to Romania," Lee said, pulling out a handful of coins from his pocket.
Memory frowned. "Are those Romanian?" She asked him, confused.
Lee laughed, his dark face lighting up as he did so. "No, just for the trolley," He said, setting the money aside.
Fred whacked his forehead, earning odd looks from the rest of the compartment. "Happy Birthday! Memory, I almost forgot!"
Memory laughed at Fred, who's forehead was pink where he had slapped it. "Thank you," she remarked kindly, doing her best to stifle the giggles.
"We got you something," George said, "Well, this one's from mum, but the small ones ours," he explained, handing Memory two poorly wrapped packages.
She tore at the paper on the larger of the two, exposing a green sweater with a large purple 'M' on it.
"It's lovely. I'll write your mum and tell her thanks," Memory said, setting the sweater aside and reaching for the second package, which was square and rather flat.
Underneath the brown wrappings was a frame; inside was a picture from Memory's summer visit. She smiled at the moving photo, which consisted of her, Fred and George all smiling at the camera and in the background she spotted a cat wearing Percy's glasses stalking what looked to be a garden knome.
"I love it," She said, still admiring the twins' thoughtful gift, "Especially Mildred and her glasses," she added with a slight giggle.
A stout woman appeared at the entrance to their compartment as Memory stowed the picture in her black school bag.
"Anything from the trolley, dears?" The woman asked the group.
Fred and George shook their heads sadly. The Weasley family didn't have a lot of money, as far as Memory knew, and they weren't allowed the same amount of gold she was.
Lee quickly purchased the largest amount of candy she'd ever seen, and Memory herself bought a chocolate frog.
Lee tossed a Licorice Wand in her direction. "Hawpee Burfdah," he said, his mouth full with chocolate.
"So," Fred said, a devilish smile creeping up on his freckled face, "What say you all to a little Welcome-Back prank?"
"Jus' a seacoawned," Lee said, his mouth stuffed with sweets. He swallowed and then nodded his head. "Sure, in a minute. You guys want one?" Lee asked the twins, holding out two chocolate frogs.
They eagerly took the packages and unwrapped them.
"Who've you got?" Fred asked George, who was frowning at his card.
"Malificent Montague. Saved people from a rampaging dragon," George said, un-amused, "I've already got two of her. You?"
Fred studied the card in his hand. "Archibald Smith, inventor of the Pensive. I didn't have him, so that must be good, right?"
"Of corsh it ish, new carsh are aw-ways goo." As Lee chomped away, Memory opened her card.
Rochelle Depot-Vente
Inventor of Truth Serum
Memory closed her eyes and quickly lost track of the conversation about pranks, still thinking about the only gift she hadn't gotten.
A/N- So, what did you think? Does Memory sound better in first or third person? Thank you for reading! Oh, and if you would, please review!
-Valfish