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Spencer sat in the elegant house looking at the painting.

"Well are you going to tell me anything?" After a moment of silence the man in the painting sighed.

"My son has been going down some dark paths since you left," The man said. "He's been going back to his old ways. Ex death eaters are coming into my home and talking about following someone man in Russia I think. This man follows mine and my son's old ideals and things that I instilled into his head. These things we both firmly believed these things until..." He paused.

"Until what?"

"Until you stumbled into our home, you entranced my son, grandson and even myself with your tales and your intelligence. At first I didn't like someone of your blood status being in my home but I do have to admit you're presence grew on me and on my house. When my son said you didn't recognize him at all he was devastated so he started going back to his old ways."

"So what should I do?"

"Talk to him, look around, but I must warn you of the danger you'll be in if you do."

"I think I've proven I can handle myself."

Spencer left the room and walked up the elegant stair way. She moved through the hallway peaking into rooms. She entered a room with a desk and some books on the wall. She walked over to the desk and started looking through the drawers and stacks of papers when something caught her eye; it was a picture of her with the man from the museum. The ground was covered in snow and she was kissing him on the cheek. She flipped through the many pictures of her and him.

Slipping a few in her pocket she left that room quickly and went to another one just down the hall it was a bedroom. Once she entered it she felt a strange connection to it. Spencer looked around the room and saw her skateboard in the corner. She immediately ran over to it a million questions running through her head. She'd been looking for her board since she got out of the hospital. She heard little footsteps and turned around to see some little creature.

"Miss. Spencer, w-what are you doing here?" The little thing stuttered frantically.

"I'm lost and need directions."

"Miss. Spencer shouldn't be here it's dangerous for her, come follow Tabby she'll get you out of here." The thing said grabbing her arm down the stairs and to the door. "You must go now run as fast as you can," Spencer did what the thing said and ran past the gate and jumped on her board leaving the house in her dust.

Lucius talked to a few of his acquaintances and he didn't like the fact that these things were happening in his home again and he despised the fact that his ex-wife was in his home again. He peered out the window and saw Spencer running out of his house and out of the gate.

"Lucius can I talk to you for a moment... alone," Narcissa said with a little bite in her voice. They walked out into the hallway. "What was she doing here?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about,"

"That little muggle girl,"

"I don't know what she was doing here... maybe she got lost."

"Lucius I don't know what kind of fantasy you're holding onto but it's delusional and it needs to end." Narcissa said an evil glint in her eye. "You are going down a path she can't follow and if she does... well I think you could guess what will happen."

When Spencer finally made it home she walked into an empty house. She got herself a drink from the fridge and saw a note.

"Spencer had to go on a business trip in America there's money for food and my credit card for anything you need. Please clean your room take care of the house and take care of Ria when she comes back in a few weeks. Love you and will be back in a few weeks." She mumbled to herself. "Cool,"

Spencer walked upstairs and quickly cleaned up her room. She shoved things into her closet she picked up a small hemp necklace with a ring on it. It looked familiar she pulled out a picture she put in her pocket and looked at it the ring was on the man's hand. Something wasn't right and she was going to figure out what it was.

The next morning she dressed and grabbed the ring she didn't have time to make another hemp necklace so she put it on a small metal chain. She grabbed her pocket knife and walked out the door. She had found the house after hours of searching. Spencer walked through the front gate and into the door which opened for her again.

She crept in the house as quietly as she could and went into the room were the painting of the man was.

"Spencer so lovely to see you again," The man said.

"Is anyone here?"

"No one but my son and the house elf,"

"Where's your son?"

"In his study,"

"Thanks," She said running out of the room and up the stairs. She found the room where she found the pictures and saw the blonde man sitting behind his desk.

"Spencer," He said looking up in shock.

"Ok this is crazy," She thought out loud. "I don't remember you or anything about you yet that talking painting down stairs knows me the thing knows me, and you have pictures of me and you together and I have your ring around my neck."

"You spent some time in my home and we got close, one night at a party after things went sour my ex-wife gave you something to forget."

"Wait what I was drugged?"

"In a way yes,"

"Where is she?"

"Why?"

"Because I'm gonna kill her no one drugs me,"

"Spencer you can't,"

"Oh and why not?"

"One because you'll go to jail and two Narcissa has more power than you know,"

After a long pause Spencer finally spoke.

"God this is crazy like everything our saying makes sense, when nothing else does. How can I feel a connection to everything in this house when I don't remember being here?"

"I don't know the answer to that,"

Just then someone came inside the woman was a tall blonde in a black dress.

"What is she doing here?" The woman snarled.

"I came to get some answers," Spencer said as the woman stopped a foot away from here.

"Well get out,"

"This isn't your house,"

"Like hell it's not I lived here for eighteen years before you came along,"

"And you don't live here anymore,"

"I'd watch your mouth if I were you, you little muggle brat."

"I don't know who you think you are but you are not my mother,"

"Listen I'm going to tell you one more time get out of my home,"

"And what if I don't?"

"Then I will make you wish you were never born,"

"Sorry to burst your bubble but your too late."

That's it for now sorry it was a little short let me know what you think.