Chapter Two

Nightmares

AN – Here's chapter two, hopefully I'll be able to post 1 or 2 chapters a week, depends on how busy I am. Thanks to everybody who subscribed, and too Carol for reviewing. I'm happy you liked it, and I'm prob gonna continue, I have tons of idea I want to put into the story. I hope everybody likes this chapter, and whether you do, or don't, please review. Ideas, opinions, questions, constructive criticism, any of that, always welcome.

"No, not like that.. You have to strum it lightly."

"Oh.." I didn't really get the difference, strumming is strumming is it not? Frank is an odd one. He always calls me Sweetheart. At first I thought it was weird. That's what old people call me. My dad, my mom, my grandparents. But it's kinda cute.

This was my third guitar lesson within a week. Whenever Fred and George have Quidditch practice, I learn guitar. And flirt. A lot.

"You know, I really suck at this. Maybe we should do something else today."

He raised his eyebrow. "Ok, like what?"

"I dunno, watch a movie?" Yes, I'm aware that muggle technology doesn't work in Hogwarts. I get it. But I really want to watch a scary movie. And eat chocolate. That's all I want.

He looks at me as if I don't know that though. I'm not stupid.

"You do realize—"

"Yeah I get it. We can't. But I still want too."

"Well maybe during the break we can," He said with a small smile. He doesn't smile much. I find it annoying. But maybe that's just because I've been friends with the twins since I was 11. They smile too much.

I smiled back at him anyways. Christmas break is in a few days, and then we can use all the muggle technology we want.

"Ok, my place or yours?"

"Mine. Dad's gonna be out of town for a few days." Why does that matter, if his dad's there or not? I don't care if his dad is their. Its just a movie, right?

Who knows, maybe his dad is strict. Alicia doesn't talk about her parents much. That has always made me curious.

"What about your mum?" His smile disappeared.

"Hospital."

"Oh, I'm so sorry… Is she ok?"

He shrugged. Does that mean he doesn't know, or he doesn't want to tell me? I sighed.

"What's she in the hospital for?"

"Drinks too much."

"Oh." Rehab, sweet old rehab. Leave it to the rockgod's mom. His life is kinda like a movie, you now. Mum in rehab, use to be an alcoholic, smoking manwhore. But is trying to change. It's kinda cute.

I told him that. His answer? I guess. He's starting to annoy me. He's in a bad mood now, I get it. But still.

"Well… I'm gonna go, promised the twins I'd meet them at the Quidditch pitch after practice.." He nodded solemnly. It was as if he didn't even hear me.

"K, well see ya then."

I started to walk down the stairs. I turned one last time, he was still oblivious to the fact of how depressing he's being. I sighed and walked down to the pitch.

I know it was mean to just leave him like that. But what am I supposed to say? It's easy to be the comforting type when you can fix the problem, but I can't magically make his mum better.

Oh well.. I never claimed to be nice. Infact, I'm a bitch. "Bitchity bitchity bitch bitch." That's actually quite fun to say, or well, scream. Outside, walking to the Quidditch pitch, you can get away with it. Although you might scare your friends.

Fred zoomed past me on his broom.

"Als, do you have to yell so bloody loud?" Als… I hate when he calls me that. Al is a blokes name. And the 'L' in my name isn't even pronounced. It's eye-yah. Alya.

"As a matter of fact, I do, dearest Freddy." He rolled his eyes.

"Who's a bitchity bitchity bitch bitch?"

"Me," I said walking to the stands to sit until their practice was over. I don't get why they even have practice .You know, with the Chamber being open, and people being petrified.

I watched the broomsticks zoom past, not really paying much attention to exactly what they were doing. Zoning out, more or less. Happens a lot with me.

This time I was thinking about my little sister. She turns 11 in a week. Wonder if she'll get into Hogwarts? There's plenty of muggle-borns here. Her name is Lacy. My older sister, Scarlett, isn't a witch. She's 16. Red hair like Fred's. Who, I just now noticed, is waving his hand in front of my face.

"Wha – oh hey."

"She's alive everybody!" He exclaimed, with that smile of his. You gotta admit that smile is downright adorable. I looked around to see who everybody consisted of.

Everybody consisted of nobody.

"How long has practice been over?" I asked, straightening myself up.

"Just a few minutes." Then where is George? I usually meet up with both of them after practice. Something has been so strange with those two lately. I reckon he went to the changing room, got tired of waiting for me to come out of my trance.

And yet, I couldn't help the voice in my head from saying, but George is more patient than Fred…

Narrator

The girl fell asleep late that night; her lovely curls sprawled all over the burgundy pillowcase, golden freckles seeming to glow. Alya did not get much sleep, for she was continuously tossing and turning in her bed.

Nightmares filled her head.

She saw a woman with thick shining black curls, her mother. Next to her stood a man with golden hair and freckles, and two identical dark-haired men.

Bellatrix cackled gleefully as the four death eaters shot curses at a young man and woman, who were writhing about on the floor, their screams echoing in Alya's head. She was use to it by now, but she bolted awake anyways, sweat dripping down her dark eyebrows. Blinking her eyes, she sighed. She licked her thin rouge lips and took out quill and parchment.

Dearest Scarlett,

I bet you wonder why I'm writing. I know the Romeo scares you, but he was cooped up in the owlery and needed a fly. That and I've been having this dream. I doubt you'd understand it, so no point and telling you about it. Just know theirs a woman in this dream, with huge curly hair and big black eyes. She kinda looks like me. Leesh reckons she's my mum.

Everyone here says my mum's name was Bellatrix, and that she's in Azkaban. That's prison for people like us. Only worse, apparently. They don't seem to know why she's in prison.

I know you were only seven when I was adopted. But I reckon you might remember more than me. All I remember is playing with little Lacey. She was a baby then, remember?

Please do write back. All you have to do is tie the letter to Romeo's claw and tell him who to give it too.

Give the family all my love,

Alya L.

And with that, the girl folded the letter and shoved it into her pyjama pocket. She walked down to the owlery to send the letter to her eldest sister, humming as she walked.