The darkened sky glistened wit hints of mysterious warning, telling Madeline that this place was no where for her, but she yearned to remember her parents. Madeline was a young witch from Hogwarts, whose parents were Harry and Ginny Potter. She may have been young but, her parents were killed while she was in school and, it was rumored to be a accident while they were on the bus. It was last year.
The only reason that Madeline returned to her old home was to try and remember them as they were. To see if there was anything that meant to her so much that she would take it with her. She crept up the porch of the house, remembering how many times she had ran up these steps. The door squeaked as Madeline opened it, slowly drawing her wand preparing incase something was to happen. As she walked down the hall, the floor thudded hollowly as they had before. It was all coming back to Madeline. Everything but her parents. She stared in remembrance at the dark purple walls filled with were there were pictures, like her dad at Hogwarts and their wedding picture. The trip to the zoo, and when she first was born, even though there were two babies in that picture. She faintly remember her mom telling her that the other baby was someone else's because the nurses got confused with all the little children. She stopped in front of her parents bedroom. She opened the door, almost expecting her parent to scold her but there was silence. The room had remained the same, with the scarlet walls and the Gryffindor symbol emblazoned above the bed. The wall had numerous pictures of professor Dumbledore and when her dad, Ron , and hermonie were kids, causing problems and solving crimes. She gently set her backpack on the bed and walked over to the desk, and slowly opened the top drawer. There were three books inside. Two small ones, one black with Harry written on it, and the other one a light pink with Ginny written on the cover. The other book was leather bound and was mysterious, but if it was kept in the house after the ministry searched it for dark magic, they had left it. Madeline gathered the books and put them in her backpack. Then she left the house, because she knew that she couldn't bring back her parents.
When Madeline got back to aunt Hermonie's she was braced for a wrath that would shame death eaters. Of course, Hermonie was upset but she was upset about everything it seemed so Madeline continued to her room. When Uncle Ron got involved she was off the hook, because he believed to know what happened when there was lord Voldemort. It interested her, but at the same time bored her. Why would she care if the death eaters were all insane, she all ready knew that. She had learned about Cedric Diggory and the Tri-wizard tournament.
As Madeline reached the top of the stairs, she heard the faint thump of pebbles being thrown at her window. Madeline knew who it might be, so as she opened the window she shouted
"GO AWAY JAMES!" in hopes that it might scare him away. It didn't work.
"no, I have really important news….you'll love it!" he yelled back. Madeline knew that if he kept it up, Sammy would come and she would get in trouble, so Madeline ended it.
"if its so important, James, then it can wait until the train." as she swung the window closed, careful not to get her long, dark, hair stuck in it again.
Madeline had better things to think about than James and his crazy antics, she had her parents journals to hide and keep a secret from the rest of her family. She had to go to Hogwarts tomorrow as a fourth year and not blow it there either. She pulled on her night shirt, turned on her lamp and cuddled into her bed with her mothers diary clutched tightly in her hands. Then she carefully opened it to the first page and read:
dear diary,
I don't know how to tell Harry. The other day we just slipped and know I have his child inside of me. The baby is barely noticeable but if it continues, the bump will become more defined and I might loose him. I think that I will just straight out tell him tonight so that we don't have issues. I think that tonight we are going out so I guess its more ideal in public, not that he would get mad. Would he?
Ginny
Madeline's head was buzzing. Was that child herself? Did she have an older sibling? She surely couldn't have though or she would have been taken care of by the older brother or sister. She turned the frail page to see the next one was wrinkled and some of the neat lettering was smudged. She read it, hoping for the best.
dear diary,
Today was the worst day in my life, but I should have know that if something was too good to be true that it most likely isn't. Harry and I went for a appointment to make sure that the baby was okay. Then, at the end, the technician asked to see us in his office. that's when I knew that something was wrong. Then he told us that the child was stale and that he was going to get me in to get the stale child out of me. I haven't stopped crying. Harry made me write in the journal, he said when I write I can relieve stress more effectively. I guess it works, I'm not crying so hard. Time for supper.
Ginny
Madeline rubbed her fingers against the page again, feeling all the wrinkles left in the page. How sad, but yet again, Madeline knew she had an older sibling. The only difference was it was in heaven and watching out for others that meet its same fate. A small tear formed on Madeline's cheek. Then she sucked it up and put away the book. As she put it away, she noticed that a grey silken cloth had appeared in the bag. She picked it up carefully and wrapped it around her. A few seconds later she looked down at her arms. They were gone. This must have been the invisibility cloak that was in that wizard fairy tale. Madeline put the pieces together. Her dads journal felt bulkier than her moms. Her dad was the owner of the invisibility cloak. She tucked it underneath her pillow and drifted off to sleep.
"Wake up, you immensely lazy person. You've got school today." Uncle Ron yelled through Madeline's door. Madeline woke with a start, and noticed that half her body was missing. She had tossed and turned all night so she had disrupted the invisibility cloak. If Ron had opened the door then she would have been in trouble. The grey sunshine bled through her curtains as she threw a collection of books into her trunk. Then she stumbled down the stairs to see that Sammy's trunk had already been carried down, probably when she had woken up. Madeline let out a string of profanities. Sammy had short red hair like her dad, but was so stuck up and stubborn. She wanted the best and she didn't like Madeline. It wasn't something that bothered Madeline, just a part of life. When she had first been deported to her aunt and uncles, Sammy threw an absolute tantrum. She was all up in arms about having to support another person. Madeline knew that if she wasn't careful then she would be in constant trouble. So Madeline was nervous about breakfast. Sammy was sitting at the table reading the muggle news paper. Madeline sat down and hoped she was invisible. Then Sammy opened her mouth and spoke in a quiet voice; "Madeline, I have something I have to say but you have to promise that you wont tell anyone. I have been feeling a little sick lately, and went to the doctors a few days ago. I have cancer. You cant tell anyone or they will put me in the hospital and I wont graduate with the rest of my class. I want to get out of school. Can you promise me that you wont tell anyone?" Madeline nodded sharply and went back to her cereal. Why did her cousin that hated her so insanely much trust her with this secret. Her feelings were understandable but why did Madeline have to hold down such promise. L
Ron took them to platform 9 ¾ at ten, long enough for Madeline to get her own little conference room. She knew that no one would take on with her because they were afraid that she would snap on them if they said something. As she settled into her area, she took out her cloak of invisibility and her moms diary. She had only one entry left before she started on the other book. The train moaned to a start and she started reading the last entry of her moms diary.
dear diary,
I know I haven't written in a while but today I gave birth and had Harry bring my diary. I had twins and we aren't prepared to take on two of them. We weren't very far into our lives and we don't want to end up like my mom. I have to choose between a girl and a boy and I don't know who to choose. The girls name is Madeline and the boys is James. We know that Ron and Hermonie wont be able to take the child because their kid is a toddler know and from what I've heard is a real pain. I guess I might choose the girl. That way if she finds out she might be glad. Besides, girls are more emotionally unstable than boys.
Ginny
Madeline stared at the page as if it had sprouted a third eye or a tail. The girl must have been her, because Sammy was a toddler when Madeline was born. The boy, James, could be anyone. Why couldn't her parents have told her when she first got into Hogwarts. She was emotionally stable to take on the news. Could the twin though? Hopefully he could. The twin would have been James potter. She was having an epiphany when James had burst into the room and asked her; " are you going to put your name in the goblet of fire too?" Madeline was about to slap him, but thought twice about that action. She then held out the book and ordered him to read the passage. He stared at her for a second or two and began to read it. He read it a few times before talking. " do you think that this is why we have the same birthday, why my parents told me that I was an orphan? Do you think that we are twins?" James asked, puzzled and frightened. Then he ran off and Madeline began to cry a little, but reminded herself that she was a confident person and she shouldn't bow to anyone, especially someone so self centered and careless. Madeline stiffened herself up and read her other book.
When the train squeaked to a halt, Madeline was pelted with many questions, but ignoring them she paraded onto the platform, to be greeted by hagrid, leaving what had happened back on the train.