In the blink of an eye the night ended, and we were all now facing the beginning of yet another school year. All our school supplies had been bought a week ago, it was a day before we were all due to go back to school once again. I was about to finish pinning my hair away from my face when I felt my stomach begin to churn, my ears began to buzz, and my vision seemed to blur as I felt my body lean against the side of the bed. Somewhere in the background Misty began hissing loudly in a menacing manner.
I was near the top of a hill. The ancient Whomping Willow tree's limbs moving erratically in the chilled air. The fact that I didn't know what I was doing on this hill top at this particular time of night and side of the castle caused my nerves to automatically shoot up.
I began moving away from the Willow when I suddenly saw three figures sneaking out of the shadows and towards the almost hysterical tree.
I crept closer, curiosity getting the best of me, trailing slowly behind the three figures who cautiously crept towards the now frantic tree that waved its limbs in the air violently.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Tom?" I heard the smallest figure ask.
On that I automatically recognized to be me. As the realization was made I began to feel tension seep into my bones.
"I'm positive. I saw them coming in this direction. I've been studying them since the beginning of last year. He only comes here during every full moon. Its very suspicious. Don't you think?" Tom whispered, in a wondering tone.
"You know, Thomas. You're getting to be rather bothersome. Why didn't you do this with your minions... oh, pardon me, I forgot they're your 'friends'." Leilah quipped.
He quickly looked at her, scowling at her before turning to look towards the Willow, curiosity written on his features.
"Alright you two, be quiet." I hissed, annoyance clear in my voice. "Save your bickering for later. We have a-" I said before I was interrupted by a werewolf's howl in close range.
"Oh shit!" Tom hollered, taking a step back.
In the same exact moment, the growling animal turned in the direction of where we stood. I could feel myself gasp in fear as it quickly turned on its heels and began doubling back in our direction. We all panicked and began making our way, felt as Tom pulled me by the arm dragging my petrified form.
Suddenly panicking, we all ran in a different direction not realizing that, I was now running in the direction of the Whomping Willow. Too late I realized that I was now too close to the ancient tree, as I tried to shift ground, I was side swiped by one of the tree's violently swaying limbs, knocking me to the ground, a few feet from where I originally stood before I felt another one of the heavy limbs drop onto me, everything going black and distorting after a loud snap was heard.
** An hour later**
Voices, distorted voices could be heard while I was surrounded by the black. I could feel as if the lethargy was lifted off of me like a heavy sack of potatoes. I could hardly recognize the voices. But I knew it was that of two different men and two different women.
" We have no choice, Dabria, there may not be another way." One of the males said, gravity heavy in his withered voice.
"Doing this would be beyond cruel and unusual. It really isn't their fault that something happened tonight. Armando say something. You surely can't let him do this." The woman pleaded, her voice wavering.
"We have no choice. The prophecy given, it-it all points to them. They must be separated immediately. For our safety and their own." The elder man said.
"Surely you are not all daft as to think I will willingly give up all three of my children because of some idiotic prophecy!" A feminine voice I recognized too well said. " A prophecy no one is entirely sure will happen, if at all!" She argued.
"Dabria, I am not trying to tear your children away from you. I am merely suggesting, we adjust their memories for their own good. It is clear that after tonight, things between them have changed." The tired masculine voice, I now knew was Dumbledore said calm.
"No, what you, Mr. Dumbledore, are suggesting is that we wipe their memories, use a false memory charm to put new memories in their heads, and put them in separate muggle orphanages! I am the child's guardian, and I will not let you do this. That is my final word." Merope said firmly.
" I can assure you that it is only for their safeties, Dabria." He replied, calmly.
"Over my dead body." Merope sneered.
"Merope." Another familiar voice said.
"Lucy, what-what are you doing here?" She asked, surprised, suddenly letting out a sigh in defeat.
"I'm here to take you and Leilah with us." My mother explained.
"What? No! You certainly don't think that leaving them in separate muggle orphanages is a great idea. You know they need each other. Lucy, this is madness. They'll think we all abandoned them. Please try to see reason." Merope begged.
"I'm not willing to risk anything or anyone. This prophecy is going to put them as well as everyone else in danger. We have to do this. There is no other option. So go and gather Leilah's thing, she is going to be attending the Beauxbatons Academy in France, starting the end of this week. Go we don't have time to argue." My mother ordered.
With a final glance at Tom and me, she left quickly to complete the task she was given. One moment the room was quiet and the next only whooshing sound was heard within the room, before a flash of pale blue was seen all around the room.
I blinked my eyes as if there was an obstruction in my eyes. Hot tears automatically beginning to pool in my eyes as they flicked around the room terrified. Did this mean my time and memories with them were going to be taken from me and forgotten. A flash of pain grew in my chest as I thought of any possible time away from Tom, or not being able to remember him at all.
The door flashed opened, and in walked Leilah along with Tom, scanning the room as if there was danger in the vicinity. They both turned to look at me simultaneously, shock appearing in their similar faces. Leilah automatically rushed to my side, where as Tom stood unmoving by the doorway.
"What-what did you see?" She asked.
" No-nothing important. Just-just my mother." I lied.
"Hmm." Leilah replied, stepping back to look at me.
"Alright, since you do not wish to elaborate with us. Though I have a feeling you will eventually. We should get going, or we'll be late to the train station and miss our train to school." She said, pulling me along with her as she shoved past Tom and dragged me down the stairs to have a quick breakfast before beginning our journey back to school.