Disclaimer: JK Rowling has the rights to Harry Potter and all related merchandises. The author of this fan fiction does not earn any money out of this, and does this merely out of pure fun and speculation.
Author's Notes: This story promises to be a long one. Without further ado and without spoiling anything, here is Forget Me Not.
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Prologue: Lost*********
Where am I?
What am I doing here?
Am I dreaming?
She found herself in a house, no not a house—but a mansion. She was standing in a hall, distracted by the brilliant sparkle and glow of the candles on the chandelier, hanging on the ceiling. She could hear faint hollow footsteps all around her. But she couldn't see anyone, not a shadow or a silhouette. She could hear the footsteps, and oh yes, she could hear whispering or was it chanting? There seemed to be people chanting words that didn't even make any sense to her. And such strange words they were. Haunting but beautiful at the same time.
All of a sudden, the whispers and chanting stopped, she tried to remember what those words were, but to no avail. The footsteps also came to a halt. There was only silence now and it scared her.
Cold. She felt so cold.
She felt a sudden emptiness, like something valuable was taken away from her, something which held the epitome of her being. But she couldn't reach for it, whatever it was.
It was gone completely. Someone or something has taken an essential thing from her.
And that scared her.
Noooo!! She screamed out loud to no one in particular. The candles on the chandelier flickered and swayed, as if to mock and laugh at her anger.
Her scream echoed through the hall, but no one heard her, or if someone did hear her then they were not listening.
She kept screaming still, until she could not take it anymore, hoping that someone would hear her cry, hoping that someone would release her from her emptiness.
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