Previously
"Two." Is all I say, before a very hansom man, about my age maybe a bit older, shows up in the place beside me. "Bloody hell!" I exclaim, surprised.
"What did you need me for, Five?"
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I can't help, but stare at the god like man in front of me. He's tall and has raven hair that falls perfectly over his face and his blue hood complements his piercing blue eyes. He looks almost relaxed and laid back. He is wearing a black shirt under his hoodie that defines his muscles perfectly. Then I lay eyes on the necklace. On the necklace there a charm shaped as the number 2.
I look back at Draco, only just remembering he was still here. "Please tell me..."
He sighed, looking at me with stormy eyes, full of an unknown emotion. "You were correct in assuming you were Five." He states. "But Five wasn't who you'd think. She was the kind on in the group. So carefree and innocent. That is, until that fateful day. It's best we watch it through a pensive." He turns and summons the stone basin. Bringing his wand up to his temple, he extracts the glowing silver thread like memory and places it into the liquid like substance.
All the while Two stands silently, watching intently as the scene unfolds in front of him. Draco and I step up to the pensive, dip out noises in, and get sucked into the nearly forgotten memory.
-In The Memory-
A young girl, smiles as she chases after a small boy. The girl finally reaches him, white-blonde hair fanning out as she stops and turns, touching the boy's arm and shouting, "Tag!"
The boy turns as well and chases after the girl, his stormy steel eyes, bright with excitement. "Come back here!" He shouts, brushing his hands through his hair, a similar color to the girl's yet different in texture. When he finally catches up to her, he wraps his arms around her narrow frame and holds her in place, hugging her.
The young girl's emerald eyes, flutter closed as she relaxes in his grip. "Don't leave me, Draco." She whispers, a tear escaping her still closed eye.
"I won't Five, I promise." He replies, wiping the tear from her naturally rosy cheek. Before he can realize whats happening she turns and runs from his grasp, laughing and chanting, "You can't get me! You can't get me!"
He lets out a small laugh and follows after her.
"Five! Draco! Time to come inside!" A man shouts from the doorway of a small cottage that had gone unnoticed by the two spectators. The man had light brown hair and emerald eyes, matching the girl's.
The two run up and the young female, jumps into the man's awaiting arms. He gives the boy a soft, pat on the head and takes the girl, still held firmly in his grasp, inside, motioning for the boy to follow.
Once inside, a women becomes visible. She has the same hair as the young girl, and brilliant blue eyes that put the ocean to shame. She carefully takes the other girl from the man, giving him a kiss while doing so. This action causes the young ones to gag mockingly.
They all head over to the table, where there is a delicious looking feast laid out, and sit in very expensive looking chairs. The two younger ones, sit side by side, talking and giggling from time to time. The older two look at each other, love in their eyes.
Then, a loud bang could be heard from the sitting room, where the front door was. It wasn't the sound of knocking, but more of, an explosion. The man quickly hands the girl to the woman and the woman and the young ones are rushed out of the house, by a rather shaken looking man.
He goes into the sitting room only to see the perpetrator, rushing off towards the three that were attempting an escape. The offender, an older man with a long graying beard, reaches the three before the other could.
The elder quickly latches on to the young girl, and disappears with a note as the only thing left behind.
The man reads the aloud to the remaining two.
Dear Slytherin Family and your young guest Draco Malfoy,
Your daughter and beloved friend is now in the custody of 'The Order Of The Phoenix'. She will have her name and memories changed, and will be placed with another, more trustworthy, family of my choosing.
Your family, decedents of Salazar Slytherin, is made up of dark wizards and it is no doubt of mine that your family possess the same trait. After what Tom, your cousin, has done, I've made sure to stop the cycle at this young, innocent, girl. We will not let you corrupt something that can be salvaged.
Yours Truly,
Professor Albus Dumbledore,
Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry