HER STORY

After Remus had left Dumbledore had come in. Now he sat again in the red chair. His fingers arched in front of him. He had yet to say something. And Regan was getting nervous.
"I have run things in my head," He began, "And I just can not figure out how you got away from Voldemort. Even with the help of Peter Pettigrew. Can you please explain it to me?"
"Of course," She was dreading this, "Well I should start at the beginning. Shortly after I received my letter inviting me to join Hogwarts, Peter arrived at my house. He told my parents… He told Mrs. Greenstone and Mr. Greenstone that Voldemort would soon come for me and that I must be ready. Mr. Greenstone through him out and told him never to come back, that I was their daughter and the Dark Lord could not have me. I over heard this and followed Peter and asked him what he had meant. He told me everything. How I was a twin and how he had turned my parents, my real parents into Voldemort. Everything. He even gave me a picture of them. Then about three years ago he turned up again and killed Mr. and Mrs. Greenstone and took me to Voldemort. I have been with them since then. Shortly after Voldemort returned to his body, Peter told be he owed a debt to my brother and that he was going to pay it back by helping me to escape. Three days ago he came to my cell and told me to pack a small bag and he apparated me into the forbidden forest. And I ran. But the Dark Lord followed and caught Peter. He's probably dead now." She held the tears back.
Dumbledore was silent again. Regan looked away, remembering the screams she'd heard as she had ran from her savior. She had forgiven him for killing her real parents. Regan wondered if Harry could forgive him too.
"Dumbledore, What month is it?"
"It is September my dear. Why do you ask?" he seemed truly puzzled.
"I have been in a dungeon for the better part of three years. What's the date?"
"The 26th."
"Tomorrow is the day the Peter took me to Voldemort. The day Peter killed my par- Mr. and Mrs. Greenstone."
"Why do you call the people who raised you Mr. and Mrs. Greenstone?"
"Because that was their name." She answered with note of finality.
"I see."
"It's still to painful to remember them. They were always kind and loving towards me but they lied to me. Even to the last."
Silence intruded again. A single tear slid down her cheek but she brushed it away before Dumbledore noticed. Dumbledore stared off into space his thoughts calculating. Regan sat absorbed in happier memories.
She remembered her first ballet recital and the two people she called Mum and Dad sitting in the audience. How happy they had been and how proud. She remembered her Father, Mr. Greenstone, teaching her to ride her first bike. Baking a cake for his birthday when she was 7, making a card for their anniversary when she was 8 and climbing into bed with them on storm nights.
She remembered the looks of horror on their faces as Peter hit them with the killing curse. Regan remembered Peter's screams as Voldemort tortured him after helping her escape. Her own screams joined the mingle in her head as she remembered the pain she had felt at the hands of Voldemort.
Dumbledore snapped her out of her memories.
"Well, I'd better go now. If you need anything Regan, Don't hesitate to ask." And with that he was gone.
Again she became absorbed in the pain, trying to rid its memory from her body and failing. Regan wondered if she would ever truly forget the pain. If she would ever truly be accepted by her brother and his friends. She still wondered as she again drifted off into a dreamless sleep.