Dad and I went to Uncle Sev.

"Trixie? Carlisle? What's wrong?"

"Severus, we are getting our memories of the past back." Dad said.

"You too? I just started getting them yesterday morning."

"That is when we started getting them."

We sat down.

"What did you see?"

"Trixie is the one who turned the Volturi brothers."

"How did they take it?"

"Pretty good."

Aro ran up and wrapped his arms around me.

"Hello, my lovely creator."

It was time for Ron's detention. He walked through the doors.

"Mr. Weasley, you will reorganize my potions storage and clean the cauldrons. They need to be clean for the potion you will be making tomorrow."

He grumbled and got to work. I yawned and went to bed. In the middle of the night, I started to sleep walk. Caius noticed it and followed me. I walked to the room of requirement. But I fell backward. Caius caught me and carried me back to our room.

"What happened?" Dad asked.

"She was sleep walking."

"Where did she go?"

"Up to the seventh floor."

The next night, they all followed me. Aro was going to wake me up.

"No, Aro. Let's see where she goes." Uncle Sev said.

A door appeared and I walked through.

"What is this place?"

"It must be another memory. Carlisle, do you remember this?"

"It looks familiar. Hang on a minute. That house was our house in Paris. This was the memory of us fighting the Children of the Moon."

"Where is she going?"

They continued to follow me. They saw a huge castle.

"That's my brother's castle."

"Maybe that is where she will get her next memory."

"We can't go there until the summer. That is a long way from here and he doesn't have the floo network."

"It looks beautiful."

I fell backward. Marcus caught me.

"What happened?"

"The memory ended. Let's go back downstairs." Uncle Sev said.

Marcus carried me downstairs. I started to wake up.

"What happened?"

"You are a sleep walker." Aro said.

My cheeks turned red. He stroked my cheeks and chuckled. I leaned against his chest.

"Don't be embarrassed mi amore." Caius said.

"You were following a memory." Dad said.

I yawned and fell asleep.

"She's exhausted."

"It's the memories. They even make me tired and weary."

He sat down on the couch. The following morning, we had potions class.

"Parkinson, be quiet and pay attention!" Uncle Sev yelled.

Her cauldron exploded. Everyone ran out of the classroom.

"Trixie! Are you all right?" Marcus asked.

"I'm fine."

"Parkinson, you have detention with me for the rest of the year. Weasley, you're off the hook. One more incident from you, you're out of here!"

"Professor, something is wrong with Hermione!"

He ran over and gave her a potion. She sat up.

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm (cough) fine."

"Demetri, take Ms. Granger to her quarters. The rest of you get to your next class!"

Everyone ran upstairs. The students that didn't feel good went to dad. He had them lay down to rest. Inwardly, he was worried. Jasper came in.

"All of us are fine. Uncle Sev is tending to Hermione."

He sighed in relief.