I wasn't 100% sure who wrote the note. I know what your thinking, "oh just another dumb female lead who can't tell that the stupid note is obviously written by the villain." And you know, I guess it is pretty obvious that it could have been from Fuego, just another attempt to frighten me. But for some reason, whether it was the feeling in my gut or something else, it didn't feel right to me. I honestly didn't think it was from him. It was too generic and unspecific. He likes to flaunt his plans, prove to you he's smart and cunning. This didn't seem like something he would do.
I turned the page over in my hand, noticing something small on the back. To anyone else, it would have seemed just like a dot, a small imperfection in the parchment. It happens. But it didn't seem like that to me. This page was proving to me that it was more of a puzzle than any normal person would think. But of course, I wasn't just any random person.
I removed my wand from my pocket and pointed it at my eye. I had learned this charm last year, when I was getting over enthusiastic about a Quiditch game and dropped one of my red and gold coloured contacts on the ground. I muttered the spell and almost instantly everything seemed larger and closer. It was a magnifying charm. It made my eye like some kind of magnifying glass and I always used it when I dropped something small, or was having a hard time reading small print. And it definitely came in handy when trying to see this apparent dot.
Looking at the parchment, a found what once was a dot. But now it looked like something else. Something I hadn't really expected.
It was a stamp in the shape if a burning flame. My mind tingled with recognition, but the more I thought of it, the more it seemed impossible to remember. I struggled with my memories. I removed the charm from my eyes, changing my vision back to normal. I immediately shut my eyes and fought to remember. Remember anything at all, I just had to think Of something. It was right there and I could feel it, but it just pulled farther farther away from my reach. I fought and struggled until I just gave up, slumping down onto my bed and letting my head fall immediately to my pillows. Letting out a large sigh, I got in a slightly more comfortable position, not expecting to fall asleep, but it happened anyway.

Voices filled the dimly let room, making the faces of the people easier to see. Around a dark mahogany table sat about twenty five adults, each in dark robes.
"Stop!" Shouted a tall man at the head of the table. A father. His dark hair as thick as ever and green eyes practically glowing, visible from her place at the other side of the room. She was hidden, leaning around the edge of a doorway to peer into the meeting, a young Elektra Bell becoming sneaky and curious at a very young age.
She took in the faces of the other strangers, recognizing only her father. And also her mother, sitting at the opposite head of the table.
"we've met here tonight for a reason. Not to argue, but to discuss. Yes, we have had a small security breach. And yes, I am aware of who caused it. But Ms. Valante is gone now, killed by the very people she has given information. To bad for them that I knew who they were. It has been properly taken care of, and now we must move forward." He pushed his hair from his eyes and slowly met all the eyes of the people around him.
"We are here for a reason," Elektra's mother continued, placing her hands flat on the table. "We believe that we all need to be reminded of who we are. Pure. And not a single human nor monster can take away our legacy." She raised her wand into the air, pointing at the space above the table, allowing a thin strand of blue light to drift from it like smoke. The rest of the people followed suit, pointing their wands and letting the same blue haze to drift up. Slowly, as all the strands merged, it formed a symbol in the air. A familiar flame.
Elektra was amazed, and sadly couldn't keep the surprised gasp from her lips. The indigo light that had filled the dark room vanished, leaving behind no clue that it was even there to begin with.
The room was in an uproar.
"Erase her memories at once! She is not ready for this type of information!" Squealed a lady that was once sitting next to her mother.
"We can not have yet another precious secret spilled. Do it quickly." A tall, lean man said to my father, glaring slightly in young Elektra's direction.
Her mother stepped forward, giving a gentle smile and leaning down to meet her daughters eyes.
"I'm sorry darling. You're just not ready." She pressed her wand tip lightly to the child's forehead and immediately Elektra feel asleep in her mothers arms.

I woke with a start, my eyes darting around the room and taking in my surroundings. I was still in my dorm at Hogwarts, and Alice and Lily were sleeping quietly in their beds. Letting out a small sigh of relief, I silently stood and changed from the clothes I had fallen asleep in into my warm PJ's, all the while thinking of my dream. Was it real? It certainly felt that way. But it was so difficult to understand. It was obviously a meeting of some kind, but for what I was unsure. And by the sounds of it, my parents had been... Well... They've killed. I suppose it wasn't that much of a surprise, as I had always suspected they've done some bad things. But now I know that they had plans. They had causes, knew what they were doing. My parents were leaders.
And that means the left a group of people when they died. I had always thought that I might be the only person that knew my parents well enough to miss them. But it seems many looked up to them.
I shook my head. This was too much to think of right now, and I was exhausted. A climbed back into bed, under the covers this time.
I slowly fell asleep, wondering about what other secrets my parents had kept from me. And when they were planing to tell me.