Author's Note:  It is memory-palooza time everyone.  The Dagger and all the connection references will start to be explained.  I say will start.  Remember these are painfull memories.  Nothing to be taken lightly.  So, yes this means I will draw it out over several chapters.

Disclaimer:  Don't sue me; none of this Besides Mags and the plot is mine.  However if Rowling ever wants to get rid of Draco once he is all grown up let me know!

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(AN: remember all memories are in italics!)

Screams filled the air with the sounds of pain and death.  Everywhere you looked there were bodies.  She was looking for one body.  Her betrothed had fallen in battle.  Where the hell was he?

There he was!  Her body shudders in disbelief that he is dead.  Her strong wonderful love is dead?!?  Her eyes fill with pain and rage as she looks for an enemy to unleash it on.  She hears a woosh and Mione lands beside her.  They are both wearing snowy white velvet robes.  They can't be any older than 12.  On the right chest area in silver are the letters 'VQ'.  She collapses against her cousin and starts to sob.  Then they hear the woosh of others landing.  Soon what is left of their squad is on the ground – the deadliest place for them.  She orders them into the air and out of the way of normal battle spells and charms.  But not quick enough to save two more members of the squad.  The squad that had started ant 20 members was down to 4, then 3 and then 2.  Finally the back up arrived, but they had arrived too late.  Much too late.

Mags woke up in a cold sweat with tears pouring down her cheeks.  These damn nightmares of that last battle!  Ever since the incident at her old school they had been coming back every night.  Why had she followed orders that night and held that position?  Why the hell hadn't she gotten them the hell out?  If she had they all might be here still.

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The smell of blood filled the air as she soared through the sky.  A steamy bolt of lightening made the ring on her right hand sparkle.  It marked her a leader of the Valkyries.  At the age of nine that ring had been placed on her and her cousin's hand.  From that day on they had trained and become the warriors they are today.  Today.  This battle was hell.  No back up for the 20-person squad?  Well, they had started at 20 and now they were down to 6.  Where the hell was Mags?  There, Michael must have landed if she is on the ground.  The she watched as her strong cousin fell to her knees…NO!  Not him!  Not Michael!  She dove to land only to see his broken body.  Then the rest of the squad landed, and all hell broke loose when two more were avadaed.  Soon the remaining 4 were in the air, and then it was only her and Mags.  Then the back up came.  Mags was screaming at them that they were too late.  That their squad was dead because of them.  She looked at her cousin and then at herself and noticed their snowy white robes were red with blood and black from dirt and from fire.  They were never gonna get these robes clean…Then the world faded to black as she passed out.

Hermione sat up in a cold sweat and breathing heavy.  Then Draco was there looking frantic.  She must have screamed.  Why now!  Why did those damn dreams have to come back now?

"Mione?  It was just a bad dream.  Want me to stay until you fall back asleep?" Draco asked as he climbed into bed to hold her.  Mione clung to him and sobbed.

"Please do not leave me tonight.  I can't be alone.  Not tonight." She sobbed.

He made himself a tad more comfy then drew her blankets up around them and settled in, "Here luv, it's all gonna be okay.  Shhh, rest."

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Mags pulled Hermione over to the side the next morning after breakfast.  She had bags under her eyes and looked so tired.

"Mine started again.  You?" She asked quietly.

Mione nodded and handed her some dreamless sleep potion, "Use this.  It may help you."

"Dumbledore knows who and what we are."

"WHAT?!?  Are you totally cracked up?  Besides we haven't done anything for over a year!" Mione gasped.

"Your letter scared me so I ran to tell him and he already knew.  We discussed this.  We have to go public."

Hermione had a stunned look.  They were never meant to go public.  That was never part of the deal.  Hell the only they had survived really was by parading around as Muggle-born witches, "When?"

""Tomorrow."

"Great!  Just bloody brilliant!"

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By the time they arrived at the Potions classroom Snape was spitting nails over the fact they had not taken their tests yesterday and that his dungeon smelled pine fresh.

"I leave you alone for three bloody class periods yesterday and you wreak havoc!" he bellowed at her.

"Snape, all I did was a bit of cleaning and I hated those tests so we learned the healing potion instead I assigned them a paper." Mags snapped.

"That was planned for NEXT WEEK!"

"You know what?  I did what I thought was best.  And maybe if you would look at the results from yesterday you would see that EVERYONE"S potion worked!"

"Not Longbottoms'…His never works!"

"I used his first actually and it worked like a charm."

By the time the bellowing match was over the tests were handed out and the students were watching them…waiting for the signal to start.  Snape gave it and they were off.

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Ginny was back in Mione's dorm room…she had to return those purple heels she had borrowed.  She went to put them in her trunk and then she saw it.  Brilliantly white with silver lettering 'VQ' a stunning robe lay right inside.  On top of that was a lovely silver ring…inlaid with emerald, and ruby it was beautiful.  Surely Hermione wouldn't mind if she tried it on!  Just for a moment.  She slipped in on and shrieked slightly in pain…the ring burned when it was put on.

Several floor below Mione's right hand ring finger tingled.  It had not THAT in years.  She looked up and caught Mags' eyes.  She tried to tell her using mind speak, but they had not done that for months if not a year.

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"Mommy?  Why do Mione and I have to learn to hit people?  I thought that was bad?"

"It is honey, and you never hit unless you are very deep trouble.  Okay?"

"Okay, Mommy when we are done can we go get ice cream?"

"Yes baby!  I am so proud of you!"

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"MAGS!!!  Look out!" she screamed watching her cousin narrowly miss the killing curse.  She got a thumbs up at as they both dove back into battle.  They were ten years old and two of the best fighters out there.  All they wanted was to be normal.  But a year ago their twin aunts had died and then one morning they woke up with these damn rings.

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"Miss Granger you are looking a little under the weather why not go splash some cold water on your face?" Mags helpfully suggested/

'Hurry Mione!  Don't them get it!" she screamed in her mind!

Hermione ran out of the room and to the Prefect Common Room.  Then up to her room where she saw a stunned Ginny Weasley looking through the wrong trunk.  Ginny looked up as Mione entered the room.

"I think we need to talk," she muttered softly.

"I agree." Mione said as she took a seat.