Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter books, everything from them is J.K. Rowling's brilliant work, not mine. I did create Alix and the plot however.

Author's Note – There are over a zillion fan-fics on fanfic.net. I haven't had the time to read all of them yet. So if there is similarities between other fics and my story, it is coincidental.

I know there is not much going on yet, but the next chapter will be more exciting. This one is more of an introduction…Oh and I have to give credit for Alix's appearance. I based it off of this amazing sketch that my friend (an aspiring artist) drew.

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Definition of keystone-

The essential center stone of an arch. The keystone is thought of as holding the other stones in place.

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The Keystone

Memory Lost

The night air was warm. A dog came trotting along the sidewalk. It stopped abruptly as it saw a limp figure lying in its path.

It was the body of a girl. She looked small, even for the age of seven. Her face was a sickly white and her long black hair was tangled and matted with blood.

The dog cautiously sniffed at the blood pooling around her head. Bruises and cuts littered her arms, legs and face. The shallow rising of her chest was the only sign that she was alive.

The dog barked concernedly as the girl's breathing slowed. Her fists clenched. She gasped and coughed as if struggling to breathe. The barking grew louder and more persistent as the girl fell still.

The dog nudged the prone figure with a wet nose. The girl gasped and began to stir again, causing the dog to jump slightly. The dog licked her and bounded away to go find help.

The girl moaned and slowly opened her eyes. She sat up with much effort before beginning to hack up blood mixed vomit. Her head throbbed painfully and reaching up, her fingers met a warm sticky liquid.

She stared at the blood on her hands and then into the quiet night. She wondered how she had hit her head or where she was for that matter.

With a sudden jolt, she realized she couldn't remember anything. Where she had come from, her parents, how she had gotten here. She couldn't even remember her own name.

The girl's vision swam as she searched her brain for the answers it refused to give. Her mind seemed strangely empty, as though she had lost part of herself. All memories of her past were severed, like her mind built a wall between herself and the information she wanted so badly.

In fear and desperation, the girl scratched at the mental block in her head. She screamed as white-hot pain blinded her. It blissfully faded into nothingness. A dog barked in the distance.

Alixandra Sharpp woke with a start. She sat up, gasping. Her breathing calmed and she glanced at the clock on her nightstand. It read six twenty six.

Alix pulled her knees to her chest and sighed. She sat like this for a moment before pulling out a journal from her nightstand drawer. She spotted a pen, grabbed it, and began to write.

Alix had a feeling that her dreams were more than dreams. She felt that they had actually happened and for some reason needed to be remembered. So she had begun to keep track of them.

The sound of writing ceased and Alix flopped back onto the bed, attempting to fall back asleep. But, there was a light knocking at her door and a female voice called.

"Morning Alix! It's your turn to run the shop today. Don't worry if nobody's home tonight. I have to take the boys to their soccer game and your father flew out of town this morning."

Alix called back to her mother, assuring her that she was up and would not send out a search party if the house was empty when she got back this evening. Getting out of bed, she headed towards the bathroom to take a shower. While the water was heating up, Alix studied the reflection in the mirror.

Long hair, the color of coal, framed a pale face with high cheekbones, a delicate nose, and full lips. Black eyes with flecks of gold in them stared back.

Deep in thought about what happened to the little girl in her dream, she barely noticed that the mirror was fogging up. It was only after one of her brothers pounded on the door, yelling at her for hogging the shower, that Alix snapped out of her thoughts and stepped into the hot water.