Harry Potter and the Bloodkeeping Twin
Chapter 6








~Chapter 6- "Lost and Found..."~

Icilyn had not let go of the pendant. She held on to it as she walked. She was determined to
escape, but exhaustion and starvation got the better of her, and she stopped to rest.
When she woke up, she was not under the Weeping Willow. She was in a cold dark cell. Even
though she was only a baby when she was last in the Shinra Mansion, she recognized the cold
clammy feeling that had come over her. She was back. Even after maybe 50 years, she would still
remember the horrible feeling of the awful place. Icilyn sighed and picked up a piece of clear
cord. She fixed the pendant on it, and put the pendant around her neck.
'Please please save me, Draco." She played silently. As she held the pendant, she could
almost hear Draco whispering,
"I promise...I promise..."
Little Icy fell asleep, imagining that she had a wonderful home, with a mother, and a father,
and maybe a few siblings. She imagined a little farm house, with lots of animals, and vast lush
Quidditch fields, and a clear blue sky, with a few fat lazy clouds hanging over her home. She
imagined going to the best Wizarding school in all of Europe, with the best teachers, fancy black
robes, with beautiful dorms. She dreamed of having many friends, and getting excellant grades.
That would be the life.
It sure beat being Lord Voldemort's servant. Living in the Shinra Mansion, and everyday
fulfilling her master's orders. She would wear old rags, be underfed, and be alone, and un cared
for.
At least she would be alive.
As she slept soundly, Icilyn didn't feel scared at all. The only time she was safe, was in her
dreams. Maybe one day those dreams would come true.
After all, she was only five...
***
Meanwhile...
Sirius was sitting alone in his small apartment room. He tried scoring goals in the nearby
quidditch fields, but his mind wasn't in the right place. He tried everything he used to like to do,
but it didn't cheer him up. Everything he used to like to do, he did with Willow.
All he could think about, was Willow.
Even though he was under the Imperius Curse, no matter which way he looked at the situation,
he couldn't run away from it...He had killed his own wife. All he could blame, was himself.
He was responsible for James and Lily's death, and he was responsible for his family's death.
(little did he know that one daughter was alive)
Sirius suddenly wished that he had someone to trust again. No one could ever replace Willow, but it
would be nice. He was tired of every woman seeing him, and screaming.
Then, one day, he was at the Leaky Cauldren. It was late at night, and only he, and this lady his
age, was there.
The lady looked at him, and, noticing his sad expression, flashed him a sunny smile.
Sirius smiled back, but then frowned.
There was something familiar, something that reminded him, of Willow.
The lady had long brown hair, but it was her eyes. They were bright green. Just like Lily's, and
Willow's.