A/N: well…I didn't get any reviews from anyone after the last chapter…maybe…maybe it wasn't good? O well… here I go

Chapter 27:

I didn't want to go to sleep after that. Correction: I didn't want to go to sleep after that ever again. I did the only thing I could do then. I cried. I always hated crying, especially in front of people; I never cried by anyone in the orphanage, it could always be used for black mail there. But here I was crying, not sobbing, just tears rolling down my face against my will, just crying.

I heard someone come up to me. Oh God, it's probably Hermione… I thought. It wasn't that I didn't like Hermione anymore, I did. It was just that… I didn't know if she was close enough anymore to tell things too, big things, like this.

"Aleezé? You…you said you were alright, but…" she started. "What's wrong? Please Aleezé, you can trust me…you can tell me." No, I CAN'T! I wanted to scream at her. NO! Why would I tell you! But instead, what came out of my mouth was:

"No, I can't, not now."

And I just picked up my feet and they walked out of the common room. Where was I going? Where could I go? The common room was already a no-no, the empty classroom? No…the Mirror of Erised was there, and the last place I wanted to be was by my family.

Dumbledore. That was my last choice, where else could I go? Dumbledore is probably tired of my ramblings, plus the last time I talked to him, it didn't end up to well. But I was already outside his door, saying the password (which was still lemon drop), before I could change my mind.

"Ah, hello Ms. Jemmers, I had a feeling I would be seeing you today." Dumbledore's voice was calm, he was sitting by his desk, reading a book, but I didn't catch a glimpse of the title.

"Professor? I … I need to stop dreaming, I just had a dream of…well I know it seems kind of strange, but it was that I was little, with my mum, dad, and sister…and…"

"It was the day wasn't it?" He interrupted quietly. I nodded; he knew what I was talking about. "Right, right, I was wondering when this would happen." He said.

"Wait…you knew…you knew that this would happen?" I was shocked, why didn't he warn me? Does he enjoy seeing me suffer like this? "Why…why didn't you…why…" I started rambling again; I couldn't find any words to explain to him why I was so angry with him, so I decided the best thing was to leave. My legs carried me over to the door, and I didn't look back, until. ..

"Why didn't I tell you Ms. Jemmers?" He said simply, without taking his eyes off the book he was reading. The book looked ever so familiar, but I couldn't see the title.

"Yes! Why didn't you tell me, or, at least you could've warned me about it…" I felt like screaming this to him, but I said it calmly…as calm as I could've said it, at least.

He sighed, and finally looked up from the book he was reading. Oh, what is that book; it's tearing me apart that I can't figure it out. "Ms. Jemmers…it was…" he sighed once more. "It was an old man's mistake." I stared at him, that's all I could do. And then, I cried, again, in front of a person, in front of Professor Dumbledore.

This time I really cried, sobbing and all, I felt like a stupid little baby, but feeling like that reminded me of my dream, where I really was a baby (or about two, but that's still young).

"I…I…I want…" I managed to choke out through the tears. Dumbledore looked at me sadly and came up to me and gently grabbed my wrists.

"You want what, Aleezé?" He said calmly and kindly.

"I, I want to go home." I said weakly. "I want to go home." I said once more, firmly.

Dumbledore looked at me sadly. "Home? To the orphanage? That can be arranged, but…" but then I remembered Michelle wasn't at the orphanage anymore, so there was no point in having to go back there, there was no one there, I had no home.

"No, no I don't want to go to the orphanage." I said quickly.

"Then, where do you want to go?" He asked softly.

"I want to go see Michelle…" I half said half asked him. He thought for a while, and went back to his desk, and looked at the book. I gave a small, sad sigh. I knew that meant a no. I've heard the word no a million times, this was no different. I headed out to the door again.

"That can be arranged too." He said quietly.

I turned around quickly. "Really!" I said excitedly. "I'll be able to go?"

"Might be able to go." He corrected me. "I'll see if it can be arranged, but it can only be for a brief amount of time, maybe two days?" He said looking up at me.

"But for now, about the dreams." Oh… I forgot. I was so excited about maybe being allowed to see Michelle, that I kind of forgot why I was crying, why I was at Dumbledore's office. "Can you make them stop?"

"That I can not do, but before you look disappointed, there is a solution."

"There is?" I said happily, maybe everything will be fine in the end. Maybe everything will be alright.

"I have one myself, not for dreams, but for memories…but seeing that this pretty much is a memory you're having a problem with…I'll give you one."

He walked out of the globe room, into a smaller room and took out a large bowl. "A…bowl?" I questioned. "No, Ms. Jemmers, it's called a Pensieve." He gave it to me; it looked like an empty bowl to me.

"What does it do?" I asked, examining the bowl in all angles possible.

"Why don't I show you? Here, think about the dream you just had, think about every single detail you can remember, you got it?" I nodded. "Keep thinking about it, don't think of anything else…you don't want that to go in." Go in? I thought. Then he put his wand on one of my temples. "Just close your eyes and keep thinking about it."

"Okay…" My eyes closed tight, and the dream whizzed through my head. I saw Michelle crying, my mum picking me up… then a few seconds later came the part where my dad came in, then after several seconds, it finished. I opened my eyes. I looked in the bowl/Pensieve…whatever.

There was…well, it looked like silver liquid now filled up the bowl. "What…wait…what happened…?" I looked at the Pensieve then Dumbledore quizzically; I started to put my head more deep into the bowl. "Hup…" Dumbledore said, pulling my head away from the bowl, gently. "You don't want to do that; you'll just go through the memory again, that memory, of your mother that day, it's not in your head anymore, it's in the Pensieve."

"Why do you have one?" I said questioning the ancient man.

"There are just too many memories in here." He said pointing up to his temple. "And I like to keep them without losing them…so I can use them later."

"Hmm…" I said thinking. "This would be really helpful for the exams…don't you think?" I said humorously.

"Uh…" Then he smiled, it really lit up the room. "It would, but that's not what you're going to use it for…" I nodded and left the room with the Pensieve in my hands, it felt as if a big burden was lifted off my back. It felt good.