Ok, like I said, I might fill in some gaps here and there. This is one of those.
A 7 year old Caith walks down the road, clinging to a small leather pack, a determined look on his face, and the rising sun beind him. Dad's out, again... we've got time, and Zaira's actually feeling well, today... He smiles gently at his sister, walking happily beside him.

She looks to him, "You really think we can do it, Caith?"

He nods. "Mhmm. I know we can."

"Ok." She looks back to the street, smiling, completely trusting her big brother's word.

A graveyard comes into veiw, Caith takes in a deep breath and Zaira's face turns serious. They both walk to the same tombstone and kneel in front of it. A note enscribed on the stone..

Katrina Riddle
Faithful until the end.

Caith touches the stone. "You'll be back in just a little while, promise." He spills filled potion bottles, spell books, and such put of his pack.

Stars are glittering in the sky and Caith is still lost in spells. Zaira fell asleep hours earlier, resting next to their mother's grave.

A hand falls on Caith's shoulder, and a cold voice breaks the silence. "Son, she's gone. Don't waste your energy."

Tears fall onto the dirt. "N-no.. She can't be."

The hand squeezes Caith's shoulder. "There's no room for this in your life, Son. You have to be strong."

Caith turns to his father... "How?"

"Forget this. Put it in the back of your mind and let it drift away. Take the anger that forms, turn it into your power."

"But... I can't... I can't..."

"You can. You are my son. You are strong."

"I'm not like you, Dad... I can't... I can't just give up on her..."

"You have no choice."

Caith's eyes fall to the ground and he starts to shake. Momma... how can I forget you?

Voldemort pulls Caith to his feet. "Stop this. Now."

"I... I..."

"CRUCIO!"

Caith falls back to the ground, huddled into a ball.

At the sound of Voldemort's curse, Zaira's eyes blinks open... her eyes well with tears... "Daddy, no!"

His face distorts slightly as he stops the curse.

Caith hugs his knees.

"We'll continue this later."

Caith sneaks out of his window later that night, his face paler, he'd felt many stings once Zaira was safely sheilded from the knowledge... Onto the street outside, back to the graveyard. He sits back on the grave, where his supplies are still strewn out on the ground.

"Don' care what he says. I can't forget... I have to keep trying..." The dirt beneath him shifts, he doesn't notice, burried back into his spellbook. Just as he starts to mutter another spell, something breaks through the dirt and grabs his wrist. He jumps away... "NO!" Any color left in his face drains... "... M-mom?" The deformed woman charges at Caith... "Momma, stoppit! It's me!" She doesn't stop, she gets within an inch of Caith's nose before it is blown to bits... "no... no... NO!" He gets up and chanrges at Lucius Malfoy, who performed the spell.

Malfoy steps out of Caith's path, letting him trip over a toombstone, falling face first into the dirt.

"Child, calm yourself. That was not your mother. Your mother is gone."

"No!" His eyes flash red.

"She was killed, she's not coming back. No spell can bring a foolish muggle back from the grave."

"Shut. up." His voice is like a snake's...

"You know that's..."

"CRUCIO!"

Caith lies in an old bed, pretending to sleep soundly, wondering why his father allowed him the comfort of a mattress, when he hears voices through the wall...

"My Lord, he's still so attatched to that muggle mother of his... couldn't that cause problems?"

"Do you question my wisdom?"

"N-No, of course not, my Lord... it's just... I'm... curious."

"She was easily controlled, easily sent to her grave. She did just as I told her, no protesting. He'll soon forget about her."

Caith's eyes fill with tears... No... it can't be true... he loved her... he did!

Mew... so, ya like? I think I might do a chappie or two on Liona... if you haven't gone to Catclaws, you don't know 'bout her, yet. You'll see. .