A/N: As you can tell portions of the beginning belong to JK Rowling, so now I say: I DO NOT OWN THE ORIGINAL CHARACTERS. R/R. This chapter is much longer :)
I walked into an extremely dark room, we took a step forward then the whole entire room was illuminated by torches. I gasped at the sight in front of me, a giant chest board. Statues so tall stood on the playing spots.
"Now what do we do?" asked the boy next to me who had very messy black hair, and round glasses.
The other boy, who was tall and gangly, spoke up next, "it's obvious, isn't it? We've got to play our way across the room."
After a few more moments of confusion the game was under way. The black haired boy was a Bishop, the bushy haired girl was a Castle, I took the place of the Queen, and the red headed boy was a Knight.
Then I heard someone calling my name, over and over again. The words of the others were drowned out, as the jet black haired one and bushy haired both shouted at the same exact time at the something red head had said. I began to be pulled back, I watched for an instant as the red head was knocked off his horse and fell to the ground with a loud. . .
"Lena!" a voice called for the final time and I flew my eyes open gasping for breath, staring over head of me was my oldest cousin, Tonks. She had bubble-gum pink hair and wore an exasperated expression.
"T-Tonks!" I exclaimed surprised, "when did you get here?"
Tonks smiled at me, "just a few minutes ago, really, Cyril called and said you need help today straightening things out."
"Oh, yeah, are you staying for the party?" I asked, sitting up in my bed.
Tonks smile weakened, "no, I'm on duty tonight, just got accepted as Auror yesterday"
"Really!" I exclaimed, smiling at my cousin, "Tonks that's so great!" I didn't dare tell her that my father, who was also an Auror, might have pulled some strings for her.
Tonks blushed, "yeah, I did alright, did wonderful on counter curses and magical concealment, but I almost failed at stealth and agility" Tonks played with a design on my bed spread.
It was no secret in my family that Tonks was dead clumsy, I'm no better, but I'm not nearly as bad as Tonks.
"Well, of course you did well at Concealment" I smiled again showing all my teeth, "I'd be shocked if you didn't get a perfect considering you're a Metamorphamagus."
Tonks blushed again with a quiet "yeah, well."
"You'll make a great Auror!" I assured her leaning off of my pillow.
"You think so?" Tonks asked, and then shook her head and said, "well, we better hurry, your dad has a list of things that may need done before you Grandmere comes over." Tonks made a face at the mention of my disapproving grandmother. Tonks had the misfortune of meeting her last Christmas, an experience I'm sure Tonks will never forget.
I didn't want to remember the details, but my grandmother basically announced that my mother's side of the family were nothing but a bunch of money hungry-weirdo-criminals who deserved no less than to have their wands snapped and then to be shipped to Azkaban; the wizard prison. Right in front of Tonks and her parents.
Tonks snorted, apparently also thinking about the memory too. "Well, I leave you to get bathe and get dressed, you have a big day." Tonks pulled the door shut behind her.
I scooted out of my queen size bed and let my feet barely touch the cold surface of the cherry wood floor. I placed my entire foot on the ground and shivered. The one thing I did not like about living in this house was the wood flooring, everything else was fine. My dad and I lived in a good sized house. It was a red brick and the windows had either white shutters or a white frame. The steps leading up to the house were a beautiful white stone and top of the small pillars were green shrubs. We had vines climbing up the west side of our house. The inside of our house was mostly wooded flooring, we had a large family area, formal dining, and, of course, a kitchen. My dad's room was also downstairs down a hallway. We had five rooms upstairs; one was a small library, the Pensieve room, two guest bedrooms, and then my room. My room was the only room upstairs that had its own bathroom. My bedroom was painted a sort of deep red with wood paneling at the bottom that matched the color of my floor. I had a wardrobe that sat to the other side of my bed, which had pink decorated bed comforters. I had a cherry wood rocking chair in the corner near my window, and a desk, straight across from my bed was a vanity mirror accompanied with drawers. I looked into the mirror and saw myself. I had reddish brown hair that was currently a wavy mess that went all the way to my chest since I had just gotten up; I had the same color of eyes as my dad, dark blue, and the same face shape as my mum. I ran my fingers across my pale complexion and red rosy cheeks. I was small for age, which was almost eleven. I stepped away from the mirror and went to the bathroom to bathe.
As soon as I was done I changed into a tan long sleeved knitted shirt with a hood on the back and corduroy jeans with a pair of matching brown shoes. I always made sure my clothes matched, it bothered me when others clothes didn't. I pulled my hair back into a half ponytail and retrained it with a white bow. I opened my bedroom door and went downstairs to find Tonks digging in our refrigerator for something to eat.
"Hungry?" I asked sitting on one of our breakfast island stools. Tonks turned around and gave me a funny look.
"I was going to make breakfast," she replied and automatically I was frightened, Tonks was no Andromeda, she couldn't cook, or clean very well.
"Do you need help?" I tried to ask in a way so she wouldn't know that I didn't trust her.
Tonks turned back around, and said "no, how about you see if there's anything that needs to be straightened up."
I nodded, and slid off my stool. I went into each room and noticed that everything was immaculately clean. Since Tonks would expect me to be cleaning and would need to concentrate on breakfast, I walked quietly up the stairs and reopened the door to the Pensieve Room.
The room was still creepy as it was the day before, none of the vials had been moved and the basin was still the same as yesterday. The only difference between yesterday and today was that the blinds in the room were up and sun was shining on all the vials which gave off a glow. Through the corner of my eye, I saw a light glint. I looked to the direction and noticed that it was coming from a crack in the wall.
I walked cautiously toward it, I blew off the dust and a spider crawled out, looking for a new place to hide. The light glinted once more and put my tiny hand in the crack, and pulled out a vial. Unlike the rest of the vials, it had no label, and seemed old. The vial gave off an odd aura, and there seemed something evil about it, something sinister. I went to the basin and I poured the tiny silvery hair into the bowl, and just as the memory did yesterday; the contents were spinning.
I hesitated for a second, and looked at the door which closed and locked completely on its own. Then the blinds closed and the two candles burning by the basin went out. I gulped and looked into the basin once more, and stuck my head inside the bowl.
I landed on my feet as a forest formed around me, trees of every kind appeared and the sky was dark. There was a POP and a woman with long shiny black hair appeared, she was panting heavily and her chest was heaving. I looked closely, and I realized she was the little girl at the sorting, she was my mother. The side of her face was cut and bleeding profusely. She turned around several times as if she was looking for something, or trying to get away.
Then there was a voice. Cold and high pitched it made the hair on my skin stand straight up.
"Sirina, you can't hide from me, I know where you are, and I'm going to come find you."
Then there a pillar of black smoke touched the ground and a man in a black clock stood there. He was tall as white as snow, his nose was slits, along with his eyes which were a crimson red, he did not look human. I realized who he was, my heart gave a jolt, then picked up pace. I found it difficult to breathe; my throat began to close up. Lord Voldemort stood only a few feet from where I was.
I saw my mother pull out her wand.
"I'm only going to ask you one more time," Voldemort spat, "where are the Potters?"
My mother glowered and pointed her wand to the Dark Lord's heart, "you'll never know, because I'll never tell. And now, Voldemort, I think it's time for your reign to end."
But Lord Voldemort was faster; he pulled out his wand and shouted, "AVADA KEDAVRA!"
A flash of green light appeared, my mother was gone, not dead, she had disappeared before the spell hit her.
Voldemort let out a loud growl, and I disappeared, too.
We were in front of a forgotten church deeper in the woods. My mum ran up to the church doors and tried to pull open the door; she let out a noise of agitation when she realized it was locked. I looked at her pocket, she had dropped her wand. My mother held open the palm to the door knob and mumbled, "alohomora," I heard the click of the lock and Mum pulled the door open and went inside, I followed. The church was dark and empty, there were rows upon rows of pews, all covered in cobwebs. My mum stood in the front waiting, as if she knew that this was where Lord Voldemort was going to find her.
Sure enough, in a matter of minutes, Voldemort stood in front of her, glided over and held my mother by her neck placing his wand tip at her temple.
"Did you think you could hide from the Dark Lord?" He asked through clenched teeth.
Mum didn't answer; she held her mouth clenched tightly staring Voldemort straight in the eyes.
"Where are they," the Dark Lord continued, pressing the tip of his wand harder into her temple, "I know you know the location! Where are they?" His voice echoed throughout the church.
"I would never tell you," my mother finally said, unwavering. "I'd rather die than betray my friends."
The Dark Lord let out a growl of anger. "You want death? You would leave your husband, you daughter right now, rather than tell me the location of the Potters?" He let out a high pitch shrill of laughter.
"You think I'm going to grant you death, and allow you to escape having to answer to me, well you're sorely mistaken. Have you ever heard of the Five Year Death? One simple incantation and you will endure five years of death, or you could tell me the location of the Potters and I will let you and family live."
She stared blatantly into his eyes and said, "I would endure a thousand years of death rather than betray my friends."
The Dark Lord's face contorted and shouted "Cinq Mortes!" There was a flash of yellow light.
"No!" I shouted as my mother fell to the ground and Voldemort vanished. I was knocked out of the basin so fast that I fell to the floor taking the vial with me, which broke into a thousand tiny pieces.
Tears streamed down my face as the image of Lord Voldemort putting the curse on my mother replayed in my head dozens of times. My father had lied, she didn't have a "disease", mum was put under a curse.
"Lena," called Tonks from the downstairs, "Lena, it's time for breakfast, come and eat." I wasn't hungry but I knew better than to say 'no' to Tonks. I picked myself off from the ground I kicked the parcels of glass under shelf, and looked throughout the room for an empty vial to put that horrible memory in. I thought for an instant about just throwing the memory out of the window, but I didn't know if my dad would check to see if the vial was in the wall crack. I finally found a box of empty vials and returned the memory into it, I put carefully in the wall crack wiped the tears off my face and went downstairs to join Tonks for breakfast.