Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me(except Reyana and her family and any other characters you don't recognize). It all belongs to J.K. Rowling.
-pays homage to the vastness of Rowling's imagination.-
Wish I could come up with something as cool as Harry Potter!

This is getting to be a habit. Credit for this title goes to James Horner who did the music for Braveheart.

Draco Malfoy examined his face in the mirror critically. The bruises were beginning to fade, thanks to a useful charm he'd picked up. An angry scowl thinned his lips. His father had been right. He hadn't known the Dark spells well enough. He snarled as he recalled the pleasure his father had taken in torturing his son. There would be scars on his upper arms and chest where Draco had been unable to dodge slicing spells. This angered him more than anything. His body was otherwise unmarred, and the addition of scars was a sign of weakness. People considered scars a sign of strength, but Draco knew better. The fighter with no scars is either a coward, or the one who gives out scars. Draco had a feeling his father was one of those men. Draco brushed his hair back from his forehead and practiced his sneer in the mirror until his breakfast arrived. On the silver tray was a copy of the Daily Prophet. Displayed on the front was huge picture of Aurors piling corpses in a heap. The headline read "75 Killed in Dark Rampage". The article listed the names of the dead and told how the Death Eaters had stormed the unwary town and slaughtered young muggles at a club. Draco smiled unpleasantly. The Dark Lord was getting stronger. This display of power was for the benefit of the Ministry of Magic, who was still determined to mostly ignore the return of the Dark Lord. A low chuckle escaped him. 75 less muggles to pollute the world. It was going to be a good day.

A tall man with silver hair stood in a large room filled with shadows. The only furniture in the room was a tall backed chair facing away from the door. I knew I shouldn't be here. There was evil in this room, I could feel it. I turned to go, but the silver haired man spoke, and I was riveted.

"My Lord, we have disposed of the Taylor's as you requested. And we have killed many more muggles." he bowed low.

I felt horror fill me. The Taylor's? My family!

"Good work Lucius. I can always count on you." an evil voice hissed from the chair. The chair turned to face the man. "How is Draco coming along?"

My mouth gaped in revulsion. The man in the chair was whiter than snow and had red eyes.

I screamed.

Reyana's scream brought her out of unconsciousness. She attempted to sit up, but the world spun and she closed her eyes as her stomach roiled. Her head ached beyond anything she'd ever felt, and the dream was still vivid in her mind. She rolled over and emptied her stomach onto the ground. Slowly Reyana became aware of her surroundings. She was lying in an alley behind the club. Her head was cushioned by a large garbage bag and as she sat up cautiously, she remembered. First hurt than anger filled her. She'd been drugged. The date rape drug most likely. Why had she trusted Iain? Because he was hot? She kicked herself and vowed never to trust a guy she didn't know. Her eyes ranged over the dirty back alley, and she wondered why she was here, in this alley. She was still in one piece and the only thing that hurt was her neck. So she hadn't been raped. Standing, Reyana stepped out into the street and gasped. Men and women in dark robes were laying out bodies on the street. Bodies? She felt suddenly faint. Dead bodies. What had happened? She made her way in morbid curiosity to the street. Crowds of people gathered around the bodies crying and screaming obscenities at the sky. She swallowed hard. There were so many. Would she know the victims? She looked at the first body. There was no visible wound and a look of surprise etched on the waxy face. Reyana felt her stomach turn over again, and she became very anxious. She wouldn't know any of them right? Continuing down the line, the first body she recognized was Trent. His face was terrified and his eyes stared ahead. Reyana felt tears slide down her cheeks. What would Marcy do? But, the next body was Marcy. A howl ripped from her throat. Her best friend was dead! Murdered! She almost stopped, but a need to know kept her going. Iain was next, and despite herself Reyana felt another stab in her heart. The last three bodies were her family. Mom, Dad, and little Ryan. The dream! Her family was really dead! It wasn't just a dream! Reyana felt her heart tear into irretrievable pieces and she screamed until she fainted and strong arms carried her away.

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Reyana awoke and found herself in her bed at home. She was in anguish, but tears refused to fall. Her pain was to great. She wanted to scream herself raw and she wanted more than anything to have her family back.

"Reyana?" an unfamiliar voice asked.

She looked up at a reedy man with a briefcase. She tried to speak, but the words just wouldn't come.

He looked sympathetic and touched her hand.

Reyana snatched it away.

"I'm your father's lawyer. He has made provisions for you in case of... this."

She rolled over and faced the wall. Reyana wasn't ready for this. Her family had only been gone for a matter of hours and they were already sending her away.

"You're going to stay with your 2nd cousin Severus Snape."

Reyana tried to ignore him. She couldn't move on yet. She still had grieving to do. But who was this 2nd cousin? She'd never heard of him.

"He teaches at a boarding school in Scotland..."

Reyana sat up in surprised anger. Scotland? What the hell?

"You'll be packing up and leaving within the week."

She sank back down, tears finally coursing down her cheeks. She waved him away and closed her eyes. Reyana wanted to die. There was nothing left to live for. Tears wet her pillow as she hugged it close and fought back the memory of her dear family cold in death.