Disclaimers: The same as last time. I don't own Harry Potter, but I do own Mary.

A/N: As I promised, chapter 4. Since I haven't written chapter 5 jet, it will take some time before it shows up. But reviews always help speeding up things. (hint hint.) I want to thank silverlime that reviewed chapter 3. I will not tell you who her brother are. It is a part of the plot. You will find out in chapter 7. So now read and review. Luna (รถ,)

Chapter 4 - Memories.

Inside the house Mary had sank to the floor, tears falling from her eyes. For the first time in many years the memories of her past kept flowing over her. She remembered all thoughts times her father had hit her, especially the time she had meat father after she had been sent to school she hadn't been more than what 6 soon to be 7 years old. It was the Christmas holidays.

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            "So what did you learn at school? Did they learn you any thing useful or did you waste our time on nothing?"

            "I learned a lot father, what I liked the most about school though was being with my new friend."

            "So which house are you in"

            "Eh, I am in Hugin og Munin."

            "What? How did you end up in that house?"

            "I eh it wasn't my fault, father 'onestly, it was this man that pointed us out."

            "Don't you know that it is the useless that end up in Hugin og Munin? Do you even know what Hugin og Munin means, it means thought and memory. You should have been in Midgardsormen, like very woman in our family."

            "It wasn't my fault."

            "Come with. I have to tech you a lesson"

            "It WASN'T MY FAULT."

But it didn't matter what she said, her father dragged her with him.

            "I will tech you a lesson." And with that he drew out a cane and started beating her with it. Just then a boy around eleven opened the door.

            "Father, you wanted to see me." But then he saw his father beating Alina.

            "What did she do?" he asked in a very low voice

            "She got sorted in the wrong house, now you have some good news to tell me or do I have to beat you to."

            "I got put in Slytherin father."

            "Very good my son." And with a final hit on the body that lay in the floor he went out of the room. The boy stood still just looking at his sister until he could no longer hear his fathers foot steps.

            "Alina are you all right?" he asked as he rushed over to help her up.

            "I will be after a day or to. That is if my ribs haven't broken. Did you really get out in Slytherin or did you just say that?"

            "Of course I got put in Slytherin, don't you know your brother at all? Nobody can be a better Slytherin than me."

She grinned at him "Yep you are really a Slytherin, scheming your way through every thing."

            "That's me. But seriously are you ok?"

Her grin went over to a glare as fast as a blink of an eye

            "How do you think I feel I just got beaten up by a cane?"

            "I know sis, here let me help you to you're room."

He gave her a hand up and together they walked out of the room.

Mary smiled weekly at the memory. She could still feel the cane on her. But the thought her brother warmed her. Sure they fought like all siblings do, but they had been very close once. Damn that Dumbledore for bringing them back. She hadn't thought of her brother in many years. It hurt to know that she would never see him again. Her brother had died a long time ago. She thought back on the day he had graduated from that school he went to, what was it again. She couldn't remember. Any way she remembers him coming home in green robes and a parchment in his hand. She had only been 13 at the time.

            "Brother, brother, are you done now, with school and every thing."

            "Yes now I can do all the magic in the world if I want to!"

Her eyes sparkled at him

            "Really." Then she paused, she was never sure when it came to her brother, he could tell a lie and it could look like the truth "I don't believe you. You are just pulling my leg."

            "Would I ever do that to my little sister?"

"Yes you would. You are a Slytherin remember? They can not be trusted."

"Hmm you are right, but not this time this time it is for real."

He drew out his wand and whispered a spell and from nowhere a white rose appeared. He handed it to her.

"For my beautiful sister".

            "It is lovely, thank you brother."

He smiled at her and said

            "Only the best for my favorite sister."

            "I'm your only sister!"

            "Then it's logic that you are my favorite."

Mary let out a sob, she still had that rose. It was in a beautiful box upstairs.

She had gotten a lot of beating from her father when she had lived at home. So one day she decided to run away from home. Her brother had walked in right when she was about to take Floo powder away.

            "Where are you going?"

Mary turned around to se her brother standing in the doorway.

            "Promise not to tell any one?"

            "I promise."

            "I'm running away from home."

            "What? But you are only 13. How will you survive?

            "I will survive some how. It is hell of a lot better than being here. I'm leaving this stupid country."

            "You are leaving the country? But where will you go?"

            "I don't know."

            "So you are leaving every thing?"

            "Yes every thing."

            "That means me to." He looked hurt

            "I know brother but what good have I here, except for you and you have chaged. I have no friends any more and everyone knows our family name, I want to change my name and go some where nobody knows me. Good bye dear brother. Have a nice life and try not to get in to much trouble."

            "Good bye sister. I hope you find the peace you are looking for."

And then she left to never to se him again.  

Mary cried even harder at that memory.

            "Brother dear, how I miss you. I wish you could be hear and comfort me like you used to. How I miss you. You used to make me some hot chocolate and you could always make me smile again. No matter how hard father hit me. Wherever you are now, do you still remember me? I hope you do, my dearest brother. I hope you do."

She stood up from where she had sat by the door and walked slowly to the table. But she still cried all the time and missed her brother so much that it hurt.

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Dumbledore sat in his office finishing reading a letter. It was from the Wizarding School in Norway, Valhall. Three days ago he had sent a letter asking about whether they ever had a student named Mary Jansen. He had got a letter back with a list over every student named Mary or Jansen in the time period Dumbledore had guessed. His eyes stopped on one of the names.

            "Hm how interesting" he muttered.

The headmaster stood up and went out of is office closing the door behind him.