Fun fact: "Pasen" means "Easter" in Dutch! I did not know it meant Easter ahead of time, and therefore I have a different reason for naming my OC Pasen (I will not tell you this reason, because I will spoil the story if I do, and you do not want that.)

Warning: Chapter includes minor swearing and abuse.

Chapter 2: Trying to Ditch the Memories

Even though I had until July 20th to settle in my new home, I wanted to go to Hogwarts as soon as possible. So, I left my cozy little house in the middle of London and set out for Hogwarts on July 12th. Once at the castle, I made my way to McGonagall's office, and knocked on the door.

When McGonagall opened it, she smiled. "Good Afternoon, Professor Pasen. What a pleasant surprise. How are you today?"

"Please, Professor, call me Lucianna." I said. "And I'm good. Thank you for asking. And yourself?"

"I'm wonderful." Said McGonagall. "I will only call you Lucianna if you call me Minerva. Am I understood?"

"Of course… Minerva." It felt so strange to call my formal professor by her first name.

"I suppose you want to set up your office as soon as possible?" McGonagall - or should I say Minerva - said.

I nodded, and Minerva led me down to the dungeons. She gave me a quick tour, reminding me where I could find the Slytherin common room and the various potions on the shelves. Then, she led me to a room in the very back of the dungeon.

"This is your office, and living quarters." McGonagall explained as she unlocked the door. Once we were inside, I was surprised to find how large the office was. Inside my office was, of course, a desk, but there was a lot more space beyond that. In one corner I found my bed, an armchair, and a dresser. There was also a small kitchen with a sink, stove, microwave, and a miniature refrigerator, even though the kitchen elves prepared most of the professors' meals. In the far end of the room was a bathroom, which would be useful in the middle of the night when I didn't feel like leaving my room.

"Wow." I exclaimed. "I had no idea all of this was back here."

Minerva chuckled. "I had the same reaction my first day working at Hogwarts. My, that was such a long time ago. Well, I'll let you get settled while I finish up some last minute headmistress duties." With that, Minerva swiftly left the room.

I sighed, and flopped down on my bed, taking everything in. After a few minutes, I began to unpack. The first thing I pulled out was a photo of my brother and me when we were about nine years old. We were laughing and teasing each other, and appeared to be having the time of our lives. I don't know who took the picture. I couldn't have been our parents, because neither of them seemed to care for us very much. My brother and I, however, stuck to each other like glue. We used to be very close when we were young. Sometimes I wonder whatever happened to that relationship, but deep down in my heart, I know exactly what happened.

Trying to blink back the tears, I quickly put the photograph, and its frame, on my dresser and finished unpacking.

My first week at Hogwarts, I didn't feel like eating meals with the other Hogwarts professors. For reasons unknown to me, I just didn't feel like socializing. One night, I was eating my dinner alone in my office, when suddenly, there was a gentle knock on my door. Wondering who it could be, I got up slowly and answered the door to find Minerva standing outside.

"Can I help you, Minerva?" I asked.

I noticed Minerva was holding something in her arms. The object was covered, so I couldn't tell what it was.

"I don't believe I'm the one that needs help." Minerva said softly.

"What do you mean?" I asked nervously.

"I haven't seen you since you came here." Minerva explained. "Is there something on your mind?"

I shake my head no.

"Well, just in case you need it, I have something for you." McGonagall unwrapped the object in her hands and revealed a pensieve. "Professor Dumbledore left me this pensieve after he died, and now I'm giving it to you. Use it as needed."

"Th-thank you." I stammered. Minerva smiled, and left the room, shutting the door behind her. Sighing, I decided to put the pensieve to use.

"YOU BITCH!" There was a crash as my father through something across the room at my mother.

"I BELIEVE THE CORRECT TERM IS WITCH!" My mother screamed. "Mother was right! I never should have married a muggle!"

It was about eleven o'clock at night, and my parents were having the biggest fight of possibly their entire marriage. At six years old, I was terrified. Tears were flowing steadily down my face, and I was sobbing out of fear. Suddenly, my bedroom door slowly opened.

"Luci?" A tiny, frightened voice asked.

"I'm so scared!" I cried. My brother ran over to me, climbed on my bed, and gave me a comforting hug.

"It'll be okay, Luci. I promise."

"How do you know?"

"I just do." My brother promised.

The memory faded, and a new one replaced it. It took place a week after my parents' argument. I was sitting alone on top of a hill near my house. Once again, tears were streaming down my face.

"Lucianna, where are you?" my brother called. "Please answer me."

"I'm over here." I called back weakly.

Soon, my brother had joined me on the hill. He sat down in the grass beside me. "What's wrong, Luci? Please tell me."

"Why don't Mummy and Daddy love us?" I whimpered.

"Luci, they – they do love us." My brother stammered. "I mean… they must. We – we're their kids."

"But they don't!" I cried. "They only call me 'Girl' and you 'Boy'. They never use our names. Ever."

My brother was silent for a moment. Finally, he said, "Then we'll give ourselves names."

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"Nicknames!" My brother exclaimed. "You know, pretend names. When we say them, no one but us will know who that is!"

My eyes lit up. "Yeah!" I shouted. "What's your name gonna be?"

"Prince." My brother said without hesitation. " 'cause I'm gonna be a prince someday!"

"Of what?" I asked, curious.

"I dunno." My brother said softly. "But I will once I'm the prince of it. Now you need a name."

I was really having trouble thinking of one, when suddenly, a large, black bird landed into the tree next to us. "Raven!" I cried. "My name is Raven, 'cause my hair is black!"

From then on my brother and I were known to each other as Prince and Raven.

Once my memories were in the pensieve, I put it on the dresser next to my photo. Then, I finished eating my dinner in peace.

On July 20th, Minerva called a staff meeting, the first of the year. It was held in the Great Hall, even though meetings were normally held in the headmaster's – or in Minerva's case headmistress's - office. However, everyone agreed that since there were no students in the Great Hall at the moment, the space was better for a staff meeting than the headmistress's office.

Other than Minerva, I was the first to arrive in the Great Hall. McGonagall smiled and I sat down in the deputy headmistress's spot beside her. Not much was said as we watched the other professors file in. Minerva introduced me to each professor, although most of them already knew who I was. So far, the only professor I didn't know was Professor Julia Sniderson, the new Transfiguration teacher. Despite being a Ravenclaw, she was a bit loopy in my opinion.

Suddenly, a man in his late twenties rushed in. He was extremely good-looking, with dark, curly hair and icy blue eyes. "Sorry I'm late." The man said. "There was a boggart in my classroom, and I had trouble getting rid of it." When he saw me, it was as if he had seen four rainbows in the sky at one time. Even when he was talking to Minerva, his eyes never left mine. Embarrassed, I looked away.

Minerva noticed his staring as well, but she just thought he was confused as to who I was. "Oh, I'm sorry Jason. I didn't properly introduce you to Miss – she really made the "miss" stand out – Lucianna Pasen, Hogwarts new Potions Master and deputy headmistress. Lucianna, this is Jason Clearton, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Jason cleared his throat and leaned over to shake my hand. I couldn't help but notice his hand was sweaty, as if he were nervous about something.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Pasen." He said and went around the table to sit down.

"Same here." I said with a smile. "Except to meet you."

Once Jason was sitting down, Minerva called the meeting to order. Throughout the meeting, I noticed Jason was once again staring at me. Minerva had me stand up and give a speech, but I was quiet for the majority of the meeting, as I was new as a teacher.

After the meeting, I decided to confront Jason and ask him why his eyes never left me during the entire meeting. As I called out to him, Jason quickly turned around. Just as before, he seemed nervous. Thinking quickly, he gave me and strange look. "I wasn't staring at you, and if you thought I was then you must have been staring at me." Jason smiled charmingly and began to walk away.

"I was not!" I called after him. "You're just afraid to admit your feelings!"

Jason froze, but didn't turn around or say anything. Then, he continued walking, much faster this time. What was up with this guy?

A/N: hmm… Lucianna has a Very mysterious past doesn't she? Who is this woman? If you had an idea, feel free to PM me, but do not say anything in a review. Well, still review, just don't give the story away to anyone else if you think you've figured Lucianna out. Thanks! :)

Also, I adopted the ending of this chapter from my friend Ashlynne, who has been in a similar situation. (Although she doesn't like the guy at all) Thanks, Ashie! (although you're probably not reading this right now.)

~ TwiHarInk113