"Grandfather! Grandfather! Read it again won't you" pleaded Amelia.
Our grandfather, Bartemius Crouch Sr. smiled towards us. Two little ten year old girls begging for him to read the chapter book again, they'd been at it for hours.
"Grandfather will have to go soon, perhaps you should show him what you've learned on the piano – right Attie" stated my mother, June; referring to me.
"Just once more-" I promised, batting my brown eyes at my grandfather. "Pleeaaaseeeeee" I pleaded, prolonging the please.
"Alright, alright you two- sit down, I'll read the first chapter only once; but then Atlas must show me what's she's learned on the piano" assured Grandfather.
"Yay" cheered Amelia.
Me and Amelia both have light brown skin, but we have differences in our hair and eyes; while my eyes are brown, her's are hazel, and my hair is dark brown – her's is a much lighter brown. We sat on the floor in front of our grandfather, and he cleared his throat.
"Once upon a time, there were two little girls in a house-" began our Grandfather.
"Bold and brave, and quiet as mouse" I chanted the epic poem lowly with Amelia, both of us only fourteen and afraid of the corridors of the Ministry.
Our hands clasped in each others, and then a Death Eater popped up before us; which Remus was quick with his wand to attack, and we both looked worriedly to Remus after the Death Eater had vanished.
"Your wands, quickly take out your wands" ordered Nymphadora, and we quickly did so.
Keeping each other not too far apart.
"You two alright, you look as though you've seen a ghost" stated George playfully.
"Did you see that though? Their masks, they scare me" responded Amelia.
I was unmoved, Death Eaters never really scared me, not since I'd discovered our father had been one.
"Go back to chanting Amelia" I whispered.
Amelia nodded, and continued the quiet poem.
"Forceful, aye Atlas" responded Fred.
"Children" hissed a voice behind them.
They all turned at once, and came to see two Death Eaters walking – one unmasked themselves.
"I am Yaxley, you must be the Crouch twins – Amelia and" Yaxley paused, looking to me.
"Atlas, the oracle said so much about you" stated Yaxley.
"Oracle" questioned George.
I checked behind us, and was unsurprised to find that Death Eaters were also approaching from there.
"You'll bring great use to us in the future" Yaxley explained, bringing my attention.
George and Fred had turned to look at the Death Eaters behind us.
"What" I questioned aloud.
"It would be greatly appreciated if you got your prophecy for us, we could help you" assured Yaxley.
"A year ago my father died-" "We are greatly sorry, that is something which should have been prevented" interrupted Yaxley.
"Hmm, I stopped accepting apologies last year" I stated.
"NOW" shouted Amelia.
"Stupefy" chorused Amelia, Fred, and George.
Me and Amelia made passed Yaxley, and Atonin Dolohov. Both of whom were hurriedly getting up to come after us, when I suddenly heard.
"Atlas Crouch"
I looked back, but found nothing. No one was calling my name, which suddenly Yaxley appeared before us.
"Come to me"
Quickly I grabbed a hold of Amelia's hand, and pulled her down the aisles.
"ATLAS...Crouchhh"
I continued maneuvering through the aisles until suddenly, Amelia was shot from my grasp.
"ATLAS"
Skidding to a stop as Atonin Dolohov had begun to follow after me, in an apparition cloud, I turned down an aisle.
"Atlas"
I looked up on the shelf, as suddenly I heard an unwelcome sound – the crashing of multiple prophecies. As the shelves began to shake, one prophecy landed in my hand. Inside greyish blue clouds swirled, and it whispered my name once more.
"Found you"
My eyes darted towards Atonin, who'd landed along with Yaxley beside him.
"GIVE IT TO ME" shouted Yaxley.
I began to run as the shelves began to collapse, and hexes were sent flying behind me,
"ATLAS" shouted Yaxley not far behind.
"Avada Kedvra" two others had shouted.
"DO NOT KILL HER YOU FOOLS" shouted Yaxley.
However, the spell hit me in the back, and sent me crashing into the wall. I came into a blackout for a moment, and my eyes focused on the prophecy. Shoes came in front of my shifting vision, everything was so wavy, nothing was normal. I pulled the prophecy close, and someone knelt beside me.
"Atlas" they whispered.
"You're going to be alright, hold on dear" came the voice, Molly – it had to be hear...Molly Weasley.
I put my hand to my head as I stood, but someone once again lowered me back into the bed.
"Easy, easy Atlas" came Remus' voice.
My vision cleared, and Remus sat down in front of me. His feet away from me, he was hunched over, and badly injured.
"What happened?" I questioned searching the room, and noticing the prophecy was placed carefully in a small holder.
"Where's Amelia" I asked.
Nymphadora looked to Remus with worried eyes, and Remus sighed.
"Amelia didn't make it, you both were hit with the killing curse – but she didn't make it" Remus answered.
My head felt unclear, he wasn't saying that...he couldn't be.
"Then why aren't I dead" I asked.
Remus looked down.
"Why is Amelia dead? How did I survive, but she didn't" I stated.
Remus looked to me.
"Attie-" "DON'T ATTIE ME! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED IN THE MINISTRY" I shouted, interrupting Remus.
"Please, settle – Atlas" Remus called as I ran out of the room.
The others were in the living room, and Arthur put his hand on my shoulder and as I passed him it fell back to his side. I looked to the motionless, icy colored body of my sister.
"Milly" I whispered, her eyes were closed, but an arm that was falling from the couch's hand was clasped around a piece of paper.
I opened the hand slowly, and the folded piece of paper rebounded back to its original form. The folded note was a letter, and I picked it up and looked at the back; it read: To: Atlas Black