Chapter 34: A Letter from Mum

It was a about a week or so before a new year at Hogwarts begins and Zoey was in her house for the first time in two years. She was thinking it would become tradition to be at The Burrow before school starts but right now she was not hoping to have Mrs. Weasley pop out of the fire place and tell her to get her things packed for she would be staying with them till school starts. No, the Weasleys were visiting their Eldest child and brother, Bill Weasley, in Egypt. Zoey gave a sigh. She was feeling rather lonely. Sure, she got mail from all her friends, even Harry since they have become quite close ever since he saved her and Ginny from the Chamber, but it was not the same as having to actually talk to them. Zoey gave another sigh.

Zoey was sitting in front of her fire place in the living room of her house. When she arrived back home everything was still in shambles. Furniture turned, glasses and vases broken and flowers wilted on the floor. She particularly didn't care. Zoey looked down. The box that used to stay in the dust filled room was now back to its original size and ready to be opened.

Yes opened.

Zoey had heard the news of a mass murderer breaking out of Azkaban and she was no idiot to deny that that man was her father. Her father, Sirius Black, had escaped from Azkaban, the first one to ever do it. She would be lying if she said she was not afraid. Zoey had heard stories about her father and she didn't know if she would believe them, her mother didn't.

Zoey sighed.

She was stalling.

"Here goes nothing," she whispered to herself as she brought her hands to the lid and lifted it. Zoey gave a surprised yelp as a bright lit emitted from within the box. She quickly shielded her eyes as the light grew brighter. She felt warmth from the light as it filled the entire room magically fixing everything broken in its path.

Several moments later the light died.

Zoey reopened her eyes and looked around the room. Everything was fixed. The sofas and chairs were right side up and the broken shards of glass were mended and returned to their rightful looks. The wilted flowers were now back in the vase, looking as lovely as ever. Zoey's eyebrows knitted in worry. Everything had returned to its perfect appearance. Back to what it was before, the first day she came to the house. She felt a cold sweat form on her brow.

Everything was perfect.

Zoey swallowed hard as she turned her attention back to the box. She felt light headed. She felt like she wanted to destroy the room. She wanted it back to how it was before. After perfection and before perfection. She felt her hand twitch a bit.

Zoey felt her mouth open in shock as she looked inside the box. It wasn't like a treasure chest or anything. No, there was no diamonds or bunches of priceless heirlooms and whatnot like the ones she read in those muggle books. Nothing of the sort.

Inside the box were simply her mother's things.

The box had a mirror on top of an old book which was beside a photo album. Zoey opened the photo album and on top of the first page was an envelope she turned it over and saw her mother's name on it. Zoey guessed it was her mother's Hogwarts letter. Zoey placed the photo album beside her along with the book and the mirror. She looked back into the box and saw a jewelry case inside it, she brought it out. Zoey opened the case and closed her eyes expecting another bright light to come out but nothing happened. She opened her eyes a bit but when nothing happened she opened them fully and looked at what was inside.

Necklaces, rings, bracelets, ear rings and the like filled the box. Zoey lifted one particular necklace and her eyes widened. It was the same necklace her mother showed her all those years ago. Zoey quickly placed it on before shifting the rest of the jewelry.

It was a lot.

She didn't know her mother owned so many.

It looked endless.

Zoey closed the case. She would look through it again when she needed too.

Jewelry was not her priority right now.

Her priority was to find out more about the box and what her mother kept in it.

Zoey looked back into the box and pulled out a frame. She flipped it over and felt her face go emotionless. It was a picture of her mother and her father hugging each other and smiling at the camera. It appeared that someone had told a joke. She didn't know who though.

Lucy, Zoey's mother, was beautiful in a very simple way. Her hair was brown like her daughters and went to her shoulders. It was slightly wavy and seemed to not listen to a comb. It stuck out in different directions but she made it work. In her hair was a braid that came out from the hair nearest to her back and fell over her shoulder. Her mother's eyes were brown as well and seemed to sparkle with laughter.

She was beautiful.

Zoey then looked over to her father. It seemed he had an air of confidence about him but it wasn't the bad kind… though maybe at times near it. His hair was black and slightly longer than most males but in no way did it make him look feminine. His eyes were the same gray as hers. Zoey felt an odd pride about that. Her father, Sirius, has a sort of casual elegance about him. He was truly a Black (in a appearance only).

Zoey sighed.

They looked so happy.

Why did it all have to end?

Why couldn't everything be back to the way it used to be?

Sure, her father was out of Azkaban but that didn't mean he'd come back for her. No, he was a mass murderer. Even if he did come back her mother was still dead. Nothing could change that fact.

Zoey put down the photograph next to the other objects she pulled out of the box. She looked back inside the box and frowned, it was empty. She reached her hand inside and gasped when she felt that it was deeper than its actual appearance. If she did not know better she would have thought that the insides of the box went as far down through the floor, fortunately she knew better and guessed that an undetectable extension charm was placed on the box.

Zoey reached deep into the box, so deep that more than half of her arm had disappeared into it. She then was able to grab hold of something and pulled it out. It was an envelope. Zoey looked at it curiously and saw that it had never been opened; she then turned it over and was surprised to see her name written on it. The penmanship was foreign to her but she guessed it was from her mother. Who else would it be from?

She opened the envelope and a letter came out.

My dearest Zoey,

It read.

If you are reading this then I guess my time has come to leave this world. I know that it might sound odd to read this but I really do wish I've got to know you longer. After your father has been framed and arrested I knew they were coming for me next and not to throw me away in Azkaban. I know they've come to kill me. I know that I would leave you to fend this world on your own at such a young age.

How could I possibly know all this you might wonder but my child you must know by now that the Emeraudes are not exactly the most normal wizarding family out there. I'm sure that you know we each hold a special power. My power is to see the accurate future and to speak to those who passed. This power is called "Angel's Voice" and "Seer's knowledge". It is not common for those to have two powers under the Emeraudes and please understand if it were up to me I would have neither. It is a scary power to see the accurate future and to speak to those who passed.

Seers as you must know are able to predict the future but there are some cases that it is not always true for our actions and decisions could change it in a blink of an eye. I fear that what I see is the truth and nothing can change it. That fact alone scares me for I have seen both your father's and my horrible faith. Sadly, I could not prevent this.

My second power is called "Angel's Voice" for as I have said previously I could talk to those who have died. This is sometimes taken to advantage for it helped me a lot through History of Magic.

Zoey smiled slightly. She was sure her mother gave a laugh when she wrote that part down.

But the dead must remain at peace and it is not wise to converse with them for they say things that scar you for the rest of your life. I've heard things that haunt me till this very day. Talking to the dead is the same as bringing them back to life. It is unadvisable to do so unless they truly want to. The people I've spoken to did not want to be spoken with.

I'm getting a little of topic here, I'm sorry. I deeply wish you did not inherit that quality from me. All I want to say is that there is just so much to tell you. The Family and everything else out there I was looking forward to share it with you because I know that there are a lot of things out in the world that are very confusing. Sadly, I do not get my chance in teaching you these so I've left you books on such topics in the box that you'll find this letter in.

Please my child, protect this box with all you've got because it will truly help you in the future.

My time is running short, I'm sorry I've gone of topic a bit back there… or did I? I'm not all that sure anymore. I really truly wish you did not inherit all these qualities from me. It surely gave your father a hard time talking to me and I hope it won't give your future spouse a hard time as well.

Zoey gave a small laugh.

All that I want to say is that things will happen to you, things that you cannot explain such as your Emeraude power. Please, don't try to fight it. The power has been given to you for they know that it will help you when you most need it. Who "they" are I cannot say for I don't know myself and the time you'll need your power the most I cannot say for I also do not know. Just please, trust it. I did.

My time is just about done. I must seal this letter soon along with the rest of the things I will place in the box.

The last few things I would say to you my child is that I love you with all my heart and I'm sure your father does to.

And, my lovely child, please believe me when I tell you that your father was the most loyal man I know and that he would never betray his friends.

He's innocent.

Your mother,

Lucy.

Zoey did not know why she was crying nor did she know when the tears started to fall all she knew was that she was confused by her mother's words. She never knew her mother but from the letter she had guessed her mother was quite the scatter brain. She did not know if she had inherited that from her mother. Zoey hardly spoke so she could not really prove it right.

Her mother had mentioned her powers.

It seemed as though they had proven their worth to her, just like she said.

Zoey did not know what power her wings could do. She could fly, that much she'd deduced over the summer, but what use was that if there were brooms and the ability to apparate (though she was terrible at the former and could not do the latter). The wings were quite a mystery to her.

Zoey looked down from the letter and onto the book on the small pile next to her. She knew that was one out of many more books hidden within the box. She made a mental note to read them all before her fifth year ended.

Zoey groaned. It was her fifth year meaning OWL year, she had just opened the box and answered some mysteries yet reveled more, add the fact that her father, though her mom said was innocent, was a mass murder and had broken out of Azkaban just equaled to a very stressful year.

She wished her mother was here to foresee the future and tell her whether she would survive the year or not.

Zoey closed her eyes. She was beginning to get a headache. School hasn't even begun yet and she was already stressing over the school work that she would encounter.

Her eyes snapped back open. At first she was worrying about the box and the information her mother's letter has revealed; now, she was worrying about school when it hasn't even begun. She was jumping from one stressful thing to another. Her thoughts were getting scattered. She was beginning to get scatter brained. Her mother's wish did not come true. Unfortunately for her and Zoey, Zoey had inherited that quality.

Zoey reopened her eyes and looked at the pile of objects beside her. She picked them back up and dumped them inside the box. She would look through them more thoroughly next time. Right now, she wanted to rest. She had not found out that much yet it was enough to make her head throb. Zoey closed the lid of the box and dragged it to the corner of the living room where her suitcase sat. She had decided to live in the living room instead of her bedroom. She did not want to carry the heavy luggage up and down the stairs.

She slumped down onto the couch on shielded her eyes with her arm. She could not bear look at the rest of the room. It was too perfect. She might go into a rampage and destroy all of it all over again. She could not bear doing that.

Zoey felt exhausted.

Zoey fell asleep.

"Gryffindor…Seven….Two… Ah,"

Zoey was once again in her living room and it was back to its broken look. When did she destroyed the perfection, she did not know. It all came by as a blur to her. This day she was seated on top of her suitcase with her mother's bag beside her. She could not shrink it; it was under-aged magic is she did. Zoey's suitcase was packed and ready to go, so was she, she was just stalling.

In her hand was the fortune teller she made a few years back. It was slightly crumpled and ripped but it still worked, much to her relief. Zoey read her fortune silently as her eyes darted from it to the fireplace and back.

You will travel to a different place to stay before your departure.

It read.

Zoey only knew her departure meant going to Hogwarts. The different place; however, was a mystery to her. There were millions of places where she could have gone before heading to Hogwarts. There were Echo's and Bridgit's homes and there was the Burrow. She could have gone to Diagon Ally or Hogsmeade as well. Zoey could have stayed at the Leaky Cauldron before leaving too.

Zoey paused.

The Leaky Cauldron.

That's where she could have stayed before going to Hogwarts.

Zoey felt stupid.

"Ravenclaw…Five….. Eight…..oh,"

She began to use the fortune teller again, she was stalling once more.

You will be reunited with a lost love one.

Zoey kept the fortune teller. She stood up abruptly and held a firm grip on her suitcase and box. She walked the remaining steps to the fireplace and looked herself all over. She had decided to give up her rather bum-ish look and decided to look her age a bit. Inside her mother's box was some of her old clothes and Zoey had to admit there were nice.

Zoey wore a black shirt that reached until her thighs and blue skinny jeans. On her feet were black boots that reached until her knees and she wore a black jacket around her waist. Her hair was down for once and she had the same braid as her mother. If any of her mother's old friends were to see her they would think that she was her mother. But, if they were to look closer they would see her gray eyes instead of her mother's brown. Zoey no longer wore glasses.

Zoey was not sure if this transformation was good or bad. She liked her old style of baggy clothes, messy hair and her glasses but, she thought, she would look more decent in public and more comfortable at home. She still packed her own clothes. Zoey vaguely thought her mother's clothes looked much like muggle's clothes as she grabbed a handful of Floo powder. Zoey guessed her mother rebelled against the family's pure-blood ways and decided to dress like a muggle.

Zoey felt a pride for her mother.

"The Leaky Cauldron!" Zoey said as she disappeared into the flames.

And here's chapter 34~

Zoey finally opens the box!

yey!

Sorry if the contents weren't really what you were expecting.

It's just that, it was truly her mother's belongings like the kind of stuff you'd get out of a will but for Zoey she got it out of a box... so yeah

please don't hate me!

Well, as you can see near the end Zoey's growing up just a little bit... or maybe not... she did change her style a bit... maybe it'll catch someone's eye?

maybe not

Please don't kill me

Anyway, this chapter wasn't that hard to type up but I still had a little difficulty because I didn't really know how to start of her 5th year.

I decided to got with the somewhat tradition of her being in her house.

But where's Damiana?

Who knows.

Actually, I do.

She'll appear sooner or later.

Damn.

She'll appear.

Okay! I'm stalling right now!

Sorry.

Thank you all for your reviews, questions, favorites and alerts~! They are all very much appreciated!

I've also noticed, sorry i'm a bit scatter brained right now, that a lot of you are very curious as to what Bridgit is. Please be patient, like Zoey, her past will be revealed gradually throughout the story.

Now for some Q and A's!

Oh... everything's about Bridgit... lol... look above for answers. XD

"Odi" asks: When is Zoey going to tell her friends about her past?

-Very soon my friend, very soon.

Well, that's pretty much what we have for today!

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