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I can hear their voices. Their scream's too of course. I was only a year old when it happened, yet Dementors bring it right back to the surface. It is perhaps my only 'real' memory of my parents. They're known as brave & heroic Aurors the world, but to me, well, they are vegetables. Nothing but mumbling shells. I was there… and left untouched except for the dark memory of that night that plagues my mind.
Gran found us, I shudder to even imagine what it was like for her. She took me in, and looking back, perhaps that was the worst mistake of her life. Uncoordinated and Forgetful, I was no one's idea of perfect. She was overjoyed when I got my Hogwarts letter - probably because she wouldn't have to put up with me for the school year. She'd already decided that I'd never be as great as my parents. And maybe I won't be. But I can tell you this much is true, I'll try my damn hardest to prove her wrong.
Fin