Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Harry Potter.

Written for Magical Objects And Their Uses Assignment 7.

All the pieces are there, but she can't get them to fit together to make a clear picture, a full memory. She remembers little bits and pieces, tiny fragments that make no sense on their own.

A mixture of lavender and jasmine in the air at first, but then its mixed with blood and fear. She doesn't know where the blood or fear is from, she doesn't know where the lavender or jasmine is from.

She has a name but she can't remember what it is and when she tries to ask the words don't come out.

The words never come out only ever screams and she doesn't know why.

There are blurred faces surrounded by shadows that make her afraid, for herself and others that are blurred faces surrounded by bright lights.

She wants to run from the shadows and hold the bright lights, but she can't, even though tries and tries to.

Sometimes there is laugher that is so happy it makes her heart want to soar and fly freely in the sky, but then there is the laugher that isn't happy. The laugher that is full of malice and it makes her want to cry.

Sometimes there isn't laugher but a women's voice telling her about someone named Neville. She feels like she should know who this woman is and who Neville is but she doesn't.

Once the Neville person is there and he talks about how he's going to place called Hogwarts and he hopes he can make her proud.

She kind of remembers Hogwarts or at least she thinks she does. A castle, a big castle and gets an image of an old man with a long beard who made her feel safe.

But she can't help wondering why he couldn't keep her safe from the shadows.

She remembered something that makes her cry, someone called Frank.

She remembers she loved Frank and he loved her, the shadows hurt her and Frank.

There are loads of little memories connected to Frank that make no sense to her, but it doesn't matter because she's both happy and sad at remembering something.

She remembers red and gold that is connected to Hogwarts and it was very important to them both. A hot day and then water, being poured over her, shrieking and then happy laugher.

A stern looking woman and both them blushing, she can't remember why or who the woman is but she feels affection for her.

There's one thing she remembers about Frank, about them both that almost makes her laughs.

A pair of socks, they have something written on them and he holds them above her head.

She doesn't know if the words on them were important, if the socks were important or if the reason the memory makes her almost want to laugh and is important because in that memory Frank made her felt safe.

The pieces are there, but they just won't connect.