Chapter Twelve: The Forgotten
(End of sixth year)
The Diamond that was lost. Found it's way to me.
A memory made, a memory of Fame.
I am rain; I am the stain on your memory.
Who am I?
I'm the heir to a throne, a Princess of a Nation
The Love of many, the lover of few.
The middle of four, the second oldest.
I'm a jokester, a troublemaker and a loyal friend.
I'm the spitting image of my father.
I'm my Grandfathers jewel, and my mother pain.
I'm one of the last; I'm one who wants revenge.
I'll live, because I'm his weakness.
I'll be greatest love of one.
I'll be another's downfall, and another's regret.
Who am I?
I'm the Forgotten.
The funeral was insanely mellow and silent, so many people were crying, and sobbing. Aniko sighed and walked up the aisle, she reached the monument and stopped to listen to two wizards talking. One was way younger then the other, which made this even cooler.
"Even Dumbledore can't come back form the dead."
"Sir, I know that," answered the boy. "Please excuse me."
"Do you think that? Man you wizards are idiots. I wonder if that lion man really thinks that he's dead?" Aniko thought.
Aniko clapped her hands together and then began to rub them, sending sparks everywhere. She focused the sparks on her Grandfathers grave, and then, almost instantly, the whole thing blazed into sparks. As the lighting sparks faded, she saw him standing in long ruby red mage robe with gold over cape and hood. He smiled at her and she smiled back looking down at his hands, both were now skin colour again. Aniko stretched out her hand towards the man, he took it and both headed down the aisle when they reached the end they just disappeared, no crack of apparition, it was like they were there then never there.
R&R see you next Chapter.