"Am I my Brother's (Sister's) Keeper?"
Beware ye who hath defeated the Dark Lord. Thou children shall fight for thou recognition. Kill the child who first leaves thou wife's womb, or make it so thy child hath never existed. Thou children shall fight and cause a plague to envelope the world. Beware ye for Cain and Able shall cometh again in different form. Destroy one of thou children or brother shall go on killing brother. BEWARE!
Caine sat with her head in her hands, trying to block out the scenes that the Dementors constantly sent at her. It was always the same, she was little, just born, and another baby with beautiful blond hair, just like the woman holding them, was with her. A man with scraggly black hair and green eyes stared down on them.
"Aren't they perfect Michal?" He asked.
"Yes Harry they are," the woman with blond hair replied.
And then a bunch of men came running into the room, they grabbed Caine. The man and woman protested but one man always stopped them from doing anything.
"Harry Potter don't think about doing anything, this is the Ministry of Magic and you know we have to take your daughter."
Caine was then taken and thrown into this place. It was always the same. Never changing, repeating constantly, like a chorus to a song. Caine had no other memories. She had spent her whole life in Azkaban, where nothing ever happened. She had been her for almost eleven years. Caine didn't know how she knew this; you couldn't tell when a day was over inside Azkaban. Yet it was almost like time was installed in her brain, or running through her blood.
Caine often had wonderful dreams. In them was a slight blond girl; Caine often thought she was the girl from her memories. The Golden Girl, as Caine called her, was often with two adults. Sometimes they where sitting in a field with the sun over them eating. One of Caine's favorites was when she dreamed of the Golden Girl flying throw the night on a stick with a bush on the end.
Caine never understood these dreams. They where so real that it hurt. Caine often had a feeling that the girl in her dreams was in some way connected to her.
Beware ye who hath defeated the Dark Lord. Thou children shall fight for thou recognition. Kill the child who first leaves thou wife's womb, or make it so thy child hath never existed. Thou children shall fight and cause a plague to envelope the world. Beware ye for Cain and Able shall cometh again in different form. Destroy one of thou children or brother shall go on killing brother. BEWARE!
Caine sat with her head in her hands, trying to block out the scenes that the Dementors constantly sent at her. It was always the same, she was little, just born, and another baby with beautiful blond hair, just like the woman holding them, was with her. A man with scraggly black hair and green eyes stared down on them.
"Aren't they perfect Michal?" He asked.
"Yes Harry they are," the woman with blond hair replied.
And then a bunch of men came running into the room, they grabbed Caine. The man and woman protested but one man always stopped them from doing anything.
"Harry Potter don't think about doing anything, this is the Ministry of Magic and you know we have to take your daughter."
Caine was then taken and thrown into this place. It was always the same. Never changing, repeating constantly, like a chorus to a song. Caine had no other memories. She had spent her whole life in Azkaban, where nothing ever happened. She had been her for almost eleven years. Caine didn't know how she knew this; you couldn't tell when a day was over inside Azkaban. Yet it was almost like time was installed in her brain, or running through her blood.
Caine often had wonderful dreams. In them was a slight blond girl; Caine often thought she was the girl from her memories. The Golden Girl, as Caine called her, was often with two adults. Sometimes they where sitting in a field with the sun over them eating. One of Caine's favorites was when she dreamed of the Golden Girl flying throw the night on a stick with a bush on the end.
Caine never understood these dreams. They where so real that it hurt. Caine often had a feeling that the girl in her dreams was in some way connected to her.