A/N: I'm really sorry for the lo-o-o-o-o-ong updation period. I'll try to make this chapter long (long for my standards….) anyways, I 'm just delaying the story more…I wonder, do you guys even read my A/N, or just skip over to the story? Ah well…doesn't matter….ON WITH THE SHOW!

Chapter 26:

I am beginning to really dread sleep. At the orphanage, it was almost the highlight of my day, sleeping. In the past, I could go anywhere I wanted in my dreams, have whatever I wanted, I use to wish I could never leave dreams. I had control of everything, my dreams, well; they were what dreams should have been like.

The dream I had after getting back from the Mirror of Erised, I have to say, was my worst dream yet:

I was sitting. Just sitting, I felt like I couldn't really do much after sitting. I felt something breathing by me, I turned around and found a small girl, she was a little bit over the age of 2, she had short, silky black hair, pretty, milk white skin, and the prettiest, lightest blue eyes in the world. I knew this girl. It was Michelle.

But it wasn't quite Michelle, and I wasn't quite myself. It was a much younger Michelle, confused with the state of Michelle's presence; I started wondering what I looked like. I got up, the ground was so much closer then it usually is, as I looked down I saw my legs, they were small. I was small. I was confused, small…and confused. "Mich…" I started to say, but then the door to the room me and Michelle was in, opened. The room, I just started to notice, was very pink and girly. There were two small beds, bright yellow curtains, and pictures of blonde princesses everywhere. And then, I remembered, someone had walked into the room. Michelle started to cry beside me.

"Shhh…my precious, my jewel, my baby. Don't cry, don't cry. Mama's here, mama's here." A young woman with shoulder length hair came up to Michelle and me, and picked us both up gingerly and started to sing. "Shhh, my baby, don't cry, don't be silly…there's nothing to be afraid of." I looked at this woman who held me caringly, her hair; it was a brownish-redish color.

At the orphanage, the children (and even some of the mistresses) would call me rotting strawberry, because, that is exactly what my hair looked like, a strawberry rotting. Brownish-redish color hair. This woman, who was cradling me and Michelle, was our mother. The door opened while our mother, Nora Jemmers as I remember Dumbledore stating, rocked us back and forth, I peaked my eye open and saw a man with silky black hair and the prettiest blue eyes come in, he smiled at the sight of us. Together, as a family. This was Ryan Jemmers.

"Honey…put the girls to bed; I have something to tell you…" He wore a smile, but his eyes showed nervousness. He wore that smile as a mask, he hid his fear. I could almost read every emotion that was written on this man's face, felt his pain, and knew something was troubling him. But, maybe, I thought to my dream self, maybe that's what being family is all about. Our mother put us to bed, and walked with our father out the door. Michelle was so unreal in the dream, she looked like she would be frightened forever, but, I knew that wasn't true…she was one of the most jubilant person I have ever known. Well, maybe besides Dumbledore, I have never seen him without his smile.

All of a sudden I heard screaming. "HOW COULD YOU! AFTER ALL OF THESE YEARS? GOD, RYAN!"

"Shhhh….please, Nora, calm down, don't wake our girls…" he had panic in his voice.

"DON'T EVEN START TALKING WITH ME RYAN, THEY ARE NOT MY CHILDREN ANYMORE…NO, I AM NOT GOING TO BE ASSOSIATED WITH YOU ANY LONGER. I WILL NOT HAVE IT!"

"Nora…Nora honey, please, darling, please, you can't leave us, you can't abandon our family."

"WHAT FAMILY?" Her voice shrieked.

"THIS FAMILY!" His anger was rising, he was tired, or so he seemed.

"Our family." He said more calmly, but still sternly.

The door burst opened in our room, the yelling started even more. "I WILL NOT HAVE A FAMILY SO CONTAMINATED." All of a sudden, out of any of my control, I began to cry, and then Michelle. "M-m-ummy!" Michelle trembled. "Mummy, please…hold me mummy." For a dangerous second, Nora Jemmers looked at us. She looked at us with disgust, the woman we, not to long ago, had called our mother looked at us with the ugliest face one could imagine.

The deathly moment had ceased, and she came crashing towards us. "Don't. You. Ever. Call. Me. Your. Mother. Ever. Again." It was the most frightening moment in all my life, and it was in a dream. "I am not, and will ever again be, your mother, or a part of this family. She grabbed me roughly, hot tears were rolling down my cheeks, and I dared to say (out of any of my control): "Mummy, you're hurting me." She gave me the wickedest glare, and before I knew it, my face was stinging.

"NORA!" "Put Aleezé down, NOW!"

She had struck my face.

Ryan Jemmers had the angriest expression and grabbed Nora by her wrists.

"What are you doing Ryan?" Her voice trembled, she was frightened.

"If you are not to be a part of this family, then don't ever try to hurt them, because, you may have intentions of walking out, but this is my family, and I will never let you hurt my girls, my family again." He had the most dangerous tone in his voice, he said it all slowly, so she could soak it in, and then, she started crying.

He spoke again.

"Nora, I love you, I always have, and always will, but, I love this family we have together established, our family."

"…what are you going to do about it?" she said, voice shaken.

"I think, I might be able to get it out of their blood, they are at an early age, I think I might know how to get it out of them, I will deeply hate it, but, I will do anything to get this family back together, we must be a family Nora, because we already are one."

Her eyes looked hopeful. "You…you really think you can?"

"I know I can, I just wish I didn't have to."

"If it doesn't work, I'm walking out…"

"If it doesn't work Nora, the door will be wide open for you to leave, and we would, and always will, love you, or the Nora Jemmers we knew."

I woke up underneath my bed, I was trembling and tears stains were on my cheeks. The bed skirt at the bottom of my bed came up; a face was staring right into mine. "Are-are you okay?" It was Hermione. It had been a long time since I had spoken with her to feel comfortable enough to tell her.

"Yes…I think I am now. I'm okay." I said, not quite sure if I actually was, but it had such a good ring to it, I said it. "I'm okay."

"Okay, I'm glad." I climbed out from under the bed (how I got there, I have not one clue) and checked the time. "It's still pretty early; you can catch some more sleep." She said concerned. The last thing I wanted to do was sleep. "No, no it's ok, I'll…just go sit by the fire for now." I didn't want to go to sleep anymore, not now, not ever, because what I just dreamt was not only a dream. Well, it was a dream technically, but, as I stared into the blazes of the fire, I realized, once upon a time it wasn't a dream.

It was a memory of my family, and it was the only one I had

A/N: Okay, It was long for my standards. . .

Hope you like it, I'm finally getting more into the story...and u allwill kill me b/c it took forever to update...i know, i'm sorry :)