Chapter 12

"The life of the dead is the placed in the memory of the living."

- Cicero

Tristan looked down at their united hands and something inside of him to seemed to argue –whether to tell her something else or not. "I'm used not to talk to anyone besides my brother." He told her, barley above a whisper.

"I know," She replied, her voice just as soft.

Tristan lifted his head and Kyra did the same thing, gold looking at violet. "And I'm not used to trusting anyone."

"I thought you said you trust me." Kyra asked, bewildered.

"I'm beginning to," He smiled, as Kyra couldn't help falling into those violet eyes of his.

"It's getting late." Kyra whispered. "I don't want the night guards catching us and making our lives a living hell the next couple of months."

"Too late," Tristan smiled. "They've been making fun of us ever since you were turned."

Kyra turned her head as she stepped on the stairs and smiled, "Good night, Tristan."

He watched her disappear into the shadows as she walked up the steps. "Good night." He whispered, not realizing she heard him.

Kyra lay in bed, wide-awake, it was now almost six-thirty in the morning, and her classes with the boys won't start in a half-hour. And she didn't want to go the Great Hall for breakfast. After the talk between her and Tristan, they became friends again and she was happy now about that. But why couldn't she fall asleep once she reached her bedroom? Why can't she close her eyes and be in peace? "Because of what happened in the forest" –before she killed the vampire and what he said to her.

"As long as you have each Matthew by your side, you're doom." His voice echoed in her mind. "Be smart and get out before trouble truly finds you."

Kyra groaned as she sat up straight and walked to her window, staring at the orange and yellow outside. "What does he mean? Should I really question Tristan or wait for him to tell me the truth?" She ran her fingers through her head, confused about everything that has been happening since they arrived in Hogwarts. .

Suddenly, a painful headache hit her as she bent her head down and felt the room moving as she was starting to get dizzy. Kyra closed her eyes as the pain increased. It was agonizing to feel the headache while experiencing the emotions that were there. At one moment, she felt depressed then it became fear and sorrow.

She saw a blur image of a mask in front of her, "Not so bright are you, Mudblood?" A voice sneered at her. Kyra felt this man moving around her and she could see her own hands pushing him away and screaming at him. She could feel the fear rising in her body.

Then, everything went black.

Kyra rubbed her eyes as she opened them seeing everything was clearer now. The pain she felt was now gone, replaced with relief. It was another memory she had, a clearer one. It was better than the other flashbacks she received over the years. But she looked down at her hands, wondering what else she was trying to do to that mystery man with hatred in his voice.

Kyra heard distance footsteps approaching to her door and waited for the knock. "Come in," She announced and turned around to see Tristan already in his uniform. But when he saw her, he looked away completely. "Tristan?"

"Um, you're still in you're…" He said and she looked down to see that she was still in her nightgown.

"Oh, for goodness sakes Tristan." She scowled as she grabbed her uniform and went to her bathroom. She left the door half-open open. "Why are you here?"

"I was worried when you didn't arrive for breakfast." He told her.

"I had trouble sleeping and didn't want to be surrounding by annoying and bickering students." Kyra complained. "I'm sorry if I worried you."

Tristan turned around when he finally saw Kyra in her uniform and watched her brushed her long hair. "The truth is before you came, I had a flashback."

His eyes widen, "You did? What did you see?"

"I didn't really see anything –everything was a blur and I felt these emotions." Kyra said and looked up at the mirror, staring at Tristan's reaction and it was in the same shock expression. She ignored it and continuing on brushing her hair. "These emotions…I felt scared and sad. But I don't know why. Then, I saw this man with a mask on top of me and I think I was pushing him off but I'm not sure."

She looked up again at the mirror and saw Tristan looking down on the ground, his hands curled up into fists. Kyra put the brush down and walked towards him, but he didn't seem to notice her presence. "Tristan?" He didn't move. She put her hands on his clutched ones and looked up to see his human eyes looking at her in astonishment like he couldn't believe she was touching him. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Tristan Anthony Matthews –"

"I knew I should've never told you my middle name," He groaned. "Alright, I'll tell you. The thought of you getting hurt by a man…enrages me."

"Why?"

Tristan looked at her again with shock and Kyra wanted to slap him so badly because it was beginning to annoy her. "Didn't you hear me last night correctly how important you are to me? If a human, a wizard, hell even if a vampire lays a hand on you without your permission I will kill him in a second."

For some reason, Kyra shudder knowing he was serious. "I believe you." She whispered and released her hands from his touch. She walked away and grabbed her school bag. "Um, we should probably meet Harry and Ron at their class."

"Kyra, did you take your potion?" Tristan's voice interrupted her when she was about to step out of the room.

She turned around, grabbed the potion in Tristan's hand, and saw he was smiling at her. "Shut up."

Adam loved the mornings. As a vampire, he should hate the daylight but he never did. When he was human, he remembered waking up to the smell of delicious food or flowers in the house and then, he would walk outside and feel the sun's heat early in the morning. It was a nice memory. He was glad to consider taking Snape's potion because he could be in the sun without burning to the ashes.

"Enjoying being human?" Adam opened his eyes and saw Joseph standing near him.

"Technically, I'm not human." Adam told him. "So you got my message?"

"Yes I did. Why did you send me back home when I shouldn't have?" Joseph questioned him.

Adam shrugged, "We have a problem."

Joseph sighed as he sat next to Adam on the bench, "Don't we always?"

Adam shook his head, "This is different. Another newborn attack."

"Another one in the magical world? How?"

"It seems to me that they're trying to attack the students but last night, one attacked Kyra. But don't worry, she's fine." Adam reassured. "But I need you to find out if there are any vampires working with that Voldemort wizard. I don't want any of the younglings fighting newborns if they're involved with him."

"I don't understand."

"I'm afraid it will soon become an ambush." Adam confessed. His face looked serious and then, spotted his younger brother and Kyra with Harry and Ron walking in the hallways. "I don't want them to get hurt."

"You believe these attacks involve with Kyra somehow?" Joseph asked, noticing where Adam is looking at.

Adam watched as Kyra scowl at Ron for whatever he said to her. "I'm not quite sure but I'm hoping it doesn't. You know what it will mean if it does."

Joseph nodded, "It will be the end for her."

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