"Callidora Potter?" Callie turned round, there was a frail old woman standing there, staring at her curiously.
"Are you related to Callidora Potter? You look an awful lot like her. I was good friends with her in my day. She was married to that nice young man, Harold."
Callie closed her eyes and tried to push back the tears. "Yes, she's my…" she tried desperately hard to think of a relation "my great aunt…"
"Ah, that explains it then. I haven't seen her in years. I expect she's dead by now, or dying, like the rest of us…" the old witch chuckled, then her face turned sombre. "We were all normal friends, then Callie started…acting strangely. She spoke more of the Dark Arts, became interested in all of that, we had no idea why, she was a Ravenclaw, ever such a sweet girl…" the old woman shook her head, still staring at Callie, who would not meet her eyes for fear of crying.
"Very clever girl as well. Cleverest of us all, and most talented. We always joked if she turned bad, she could rule the world…and then she…well she wasn't bad, but she, well, that's all in the past…we were very young when she started to go funny, I never heard from her after that, and now look at me, old as anything! Well, I must go, you be sure to tell your auntie that I said hello… she'll know who I am…"
The old lady frowned, and looked back at Callie. "Are you sure she's still alive? I'm only just holding on for my age, and she was a few years older than me…ah well, goodbye now." She walked off.
Callie stared after her old friend, knowing she would never see her again. No one could know her secret, her powers were too strong for anyone to understand…she would outlive them all, her grandchildren as well. She sighed and carried on walking to the graveyard to see her long dead husband. He was her only family left, the only family she could face.