Let's see… what to do, what to do.

I do not own Harry Potter, because my name is not J.K. Rowling.I also do not own Althea Mirna. She is property of Bonexyz.

Chapter Eighteen: - wow. Eighteen chapters. D:

"Mommy will always love you, Cilwenu Eileen. I promise. Please don't ever forget that." a soft voice whispered into the ear of a young baby.

Warm arms surrounded Cilwenu, and she nuzzled to it, wanting more and more of the comfort that only her mother could give.

Those blonde locks cascaded over her shoulders, and tickled the cheeks of Cilwenu. Cilwenu giggled and cooed, reaching for those locks. She was so close to touching her mother's face, that Cilwenu felt as if she were reaching for heaven.

Yes, she loved her mother.

Cilwenu woke up in the bathroom, shooting up and gasping for air. She rubbed her eyes, swallowing the lump in her throat that formed immediately.

Her mother? That had been no dream… it was a memory.

Cilwenu placed her hand over her rapidly beating heart. Why was she having dreams… memories of her mother after so many years?

Had she not died during birth, like Severus said? Did her mother live a little longer after Cilwenu was born, long enough for these memories to surface…

Why not sooner?

"That's it, my love… you can walk!"

Cilwenu gasped again, holding her head. Another memory.

"Are you okay~?" Myrtle crooned. She lay in the air, playing with her pigtails and adjusting her glasses.

Cilwenu nearly jumped out of her skin, "Wh… Did I pass out?"

"Oh yes." Myrtle confirmed.

"D-did I talk in my sleep?"

Myrtle rubbed her chin, "Nothing I could understand."

Good. "I… have to find my father."

Draco was becoming worried.

Cilwenu was nowhere in the Slytherin Common Room, and not even in the library, where she would normally go to clear her thoughts. Millicent had told Draco that she had not seen Cilwenu at all that day, but that she would owl him if she did anytime after he left the dormitory. When Draco was worried, he got panicky, fidgety, unable to control anything he did.

Including snapping involuntarily to the group that followed him.

Harry held the Marauder's Map in between his hands, given to him by his godfather, Draco's relative, Sirius Black.

He, for some reason, couldn't see Cilwenu at all, and it worried him too.

"Are you sure that damn map even works?"

Harry shook it slightly, "My father used to use it all the time… It does work."

"Your dead father…"

Harry stopped.

Draco bit the inside of his cheek, "Sorry…" he groaned.

Hermione exchanged a glance with Ron, who wore the same expression as she. Draco Malfoy just apologized to Harry Potter… a blood-traitor.

Maybe he was trying to prove himself.

Or, maybe he was trying to make himself look better.

"Wait a minute. I see her." Harry then said.

Draco spun on his heels and jerked the map out of Harry's hands. Harry protested slightly, while Draco's grey eyes scanned the footsteps obsessively. He let out an exasperated sigh of relief, "Moaning Myrtle…"

"How could we not see her before?"

Draco shrugged, "Not important. Let's just… go get her…"

Cilwenu left the bathroom, her feet feeling like lead bricks dragging her along. She looked around for her father, hoping he hadn't left his classroom and retired for the day just yet.

The more she walked, the more her thoughts raged. Her mother was becoming a clearer image, and she wanted an explanation as to why she was remembering something she didn't know had even happened until just moments ago.

There was a reason those memories were coming about, why they were floating into her mind after fourteen… maybe even thirteen… years.

"Professor!" Cilwenu shouted, seeing the back of Severus' head, walking towards the end of the long hallway. She picked up her pace, somehow, and caught up with him.

Severus looked down at her, detached, but, at the same time, different.

"Tell me about my mother."

Note: so, I'm starting to put together why Cilwenu had never heard Severus talk about her mother. She's starting to remember things she didn't know she knew. Do you guys follow? Can you figure out what my plan is? Oh man… I hope this all comes together the way I want it to.