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OOOO Just to warn you, this chapter is a bit darker then the other chapters. No blood or gore. BTW, Alicia is pronounced: A-lE-c-a. OOOO

Falling, falling until finally Aurora landed. She was standing inside of a shabby little room. She looked around curiously. The walls were blank, completely bare of anything with the exception of a small painting of an oak tree on the left side of the room.

As Aurora gazed around, she did a double take at the girl who sat on the bed that was pushed up against the right wall. She was holding a book and was reading and Aurora could have sworn it was herself but she began to notice the differences. Slight as they were, they were still there. Long wavy soft brown hair hung around the girl's shoulders and her eyes were grayish blue, not light blue. She had a fair complexion, a thin, straight nose, and had thinner lips than Aurora but not by much. She had thick lashes and perfect eye brows. Aurora could tell that she was already slender and petite, even at such a young age.

Aurora fought her tears as she gazed at her very young mother. She turned when the door opened and in walked a tall, auburn haired man with a long beard. Aurora blinked and almost laughed when she realized that it was Dumbledore. She watched as Alicia sized him up, her eyes narrowed slightly in curiosity. The woman that had led Dumbledore in spoke a bit nervously.

"Alicia, this man is here to see you. Do you wish to be alone?" Aurora could tell by her tone of voice that she thought Dumbledore might try to hurt Alicia in some way but Alicia nodded and swung her legs off of the bed and let them drape over the side of it. Her hands were on either side of her hips, pushing her shoulders up. She waited till the woman had left the room and the door was closed before she spoke to him.

"I know why you're here," she whispered softly and Aurora was slightly taken aback at hearing such a young voice come from her mother.

"Do you, Alicia?" Dumbledore asked as he remained standing, his hands clasped in front of him.

"You're here to take Tom away…"

"Just Tom?"

"Don't take me; please…I don't want to go with Tom…" she pleaded and Aurora was surprised to hear that her mother was terrified of her twin even at that age. "He does terrible…terrible things to everyone here. He's tried to get me to help him but I can't. He bullies me too."

"But Alicia, you have an amazing talent. Why waste it?" There was a long, pregnant pause and then Alicia spoke again.

"What am I?"

"You are a witch."

"A witch?"

"Yes. Your mother was a pure-blooded witch," Dumbledore explained.

"You knew my mother?" she asked, perking up a bit. Dumbledore nodded slightly

"I didn't know her personally, but I knew her family."

"Who was my father? I mean, I know his name, but was he a…um…"

"Wizard? No."

"Oh…So…the reason I can do this," she said as she hovered a hand over her book and made the pages turn as if there was a breeze in the room, "is because I am a witch? Because of my mother?"

"Yes." Dumbledore was smiling at her and Alicia looked up at him again, smiling slightly too. It was in that moment that Aurora knew that Alicia idolized her mother.

"So, I'm just like my mother?"

"In ways, yes."

"And Tom…he's a wizard?"

"Yes, your brother is a wizard."

"Wow…So…what happens now?"

"Well, you could come with me, and your brother, and be taught how to harness and use your power, your gift, at a school."

"What's the name?"

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; but there are many others in different countries."

"Do Tom and I have to go to the same school?" she asked a bit hopefully.

"No, but wouldn't you rather have someone there that you knew?"

"I like meeting new people." Aurora could tell that Alicia was working as hard as she could to get away from her fraternal twin brother. Dumbledore frowned and slowly approached the young Alicia. He gently sat down next to her and gazed at her a bit worriedly.

"What is wrong, Alicia?"

Alicia fidgeted and looked away before answering. "He's mean."

"Most brothers can be towards their sister---"

"No, I mean, he's mean," and this time she put great emphasis on the word. "He's cruel. He likes to hurt people. He's tortured them before; the younger ones. He's taken them away from the adults and hurt them, terrified them…He's hurt me too…" As she whispered the last part, she lifted her left hand and uncurled it, showing Dumbledore the deep scar on her palm. "He burned me without fire, without a hot object. He burned me with his hands; his own hands."

Dumbledore frowned and gently took her hand, running a long finger over the scarred flesh. Alicia watched as tears stung her eyes.

Then the room was spinning and changing. Aurora was at Diagon Alley on a warm, sunny day in late July. She looked around and saw Dumbledore and Tom with Alicia. Alicia was looking at the owls, a beautiful white one catching her eye in particular. Aurora recognized the owl as Isis, the old owl she now owned.

"Oh, Dumbledore! Can't I get this one? She's so beautiful!" Alicia had exclaimed to the older gentlemen. He beamed at her but shook his head. She looked a bit disappointed but turned back to the owl, gently petting her head. Isis looked at her and chirped sweetly, affectionately nibbling on Alicia's finger tips. Alicia giggled and leaned forward a bit. "Don't worry, Isis, we'll be together someday." She walked away when Dumbledore beckoned her and Aurora saw that scowl on Tom's young, very human face.

"An owl? Why would you want an owl, Alicia?"

"Because she's pretty and very sweet."

"So what? It's worthless." Alicia frowned at her brother and stuck her tongue out at him as the three continued down the cobblestone road. Gringotts came into view and Tom nearly stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes widening. "Wow…"

"What's that place, Professor?" Alicia asked as she and Tom stopped.

"That is Gringotts Wizarding Bank," Dumbledore answered.

"Even wizards and witches have banks?" Alicia asked and Tom rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Of course they would, you idiot!" Tom snapped and Alicia pouted at her brother but he ignored her.

The scenery began to spin again and it changed into Hogwarts. Aurora stood in the midst of a bunch of first year students. She looked down and around her and spotted Tom standing alone off to the side and Alicia was quietly giggling with a small group of girls. Aurora looked to the front and saw a stout witch with flyaway grey hair and large glasses on a cheery face; she looked like a very disheveled Mrs. Claus. She was Professor Galatea Merrythought, the current Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. She was standing with a large roll of parchment. The Sorting Hat, as shabby and worn out as ever, sat upon a stool before her. She began calling names and Aurora vaguely took notice of them until Rupert Lupin was called. She looked at young Rupert and giggled softly.

He was a cute little boy with dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes; it was now that Aurora saw how much Remus really did look like Rupert. He sat on the stool and sat there for a few seconds after the Sorting Hat was placed upon his head. The Great Hall was silent until the Hat shouted out "GRYFFINDOR!" Then the room erupted in applause and the young Rupert Lupin made his way through the thinning crowd of first years to the Gryffindor House table.

The list continued and then Merrythought called out "Riddle, Alicia." The hall became silent once again and Aurora watched her young mother slowly make her way to the stool. She sat down and gazed around the room, a pink blush covering her cheeks. Merrythought placed the Hat upon her head and Aurora thought it took forever to sort her mother. She could hear what it was saying to Alicia.

"Hmmmm…clever and ambitious; yet very intelligent and brave; you would fit in anywhere, little one. Not Slytherin though; no, you're heart is too pure." Aurora beamed and she noticed that Alicia even became a bit more relaxed. "Too unyielding to be a Hufflepuff and too clever to be in Gryffindor…RAVENCLAW!" Alicia jumped a bit but beamed as the entire room applauded her. She hopped off of the stool and turned to see Dumbledore smiling and clapping for her. She grinned back and then headed to the Ravenclaw House table. Aurora watched as she settled down and the hall became quiet once again.

"Riddle, Thomas," Professor Merrythought called out and Tom approached the stool in a determined stride. He sat and Merrythought put the Hat upon his head. Within five seconds it had called out "SLYTHERIN!" and the room applauded again. Aurora glanced over to Alicia in time to see her visibly relax before the room swirled and changed again.

She was still at Hogwarts but it was day time, lunch to be exact. The Great Hall was filled with students who sat, ate and chatted with each other. Aurora saw Tom with a growing group of Slytherins and she wondered if he was already planning his rise to evil. Aurora went to the Ravenclaw table and saw Alicia laughing and talking with many girls. It seemed that her mother had always been quite friendly and sweet to everyone. Aurora looked up when the owls began to fly in and Aurora felt a cold breeze drift in. A snowy white owl landed on Alicia's shoulder and then hopped off onto the table in front of the eleven year older girl, who blinked at the owl in curiosity and bemusement.

Alicia took the letter from its legs and tore it open at the request of the other girls surrounding her. Alicia unfolded the letter and read aloud.

"Dear Alicia, I know this present is late, but happy twelfth birthday. Sincerely, Albus Dumbledore and the Hogwarts Staff."

Alicia squealed happily and knew that it was the very owl that had caught her eye in Diagon Alley in July. Alicia looked up and waved to the teachers who all smiled and waved back at her. Alicia stood and the owl climbed onto her offered arm. She walked out of the Great Hall, not noticing the nasty glare that her brother followed her with. The room shifted yet again and suddenly Aurora was standing on a stair case. She saw her mother a few steps above her, Alicia's eyes strained suspiciously on someone above her.

It was night again. Aurora walked up a couple of steps, following her now sixteen year old mother's line of sight; she was gazing up at Tom Riddle, Albus Dumbledore, Armando Dippet (the current head master of Hogwarts), and a small group of Ministry officials, who were interviewing Armando and Albus. As Aurora watched, she became suddenly horrified; a couple of wizards were moving a dead body of a young girl from one of the girls' bathrooms. Aurora looked at her mother when the wizards moved the body passed them; Alicia looked completely mortified and soon, her accusing eyes were on Tom.

Tom asked Dumbledore something but Aurora followed Alicia as she descended the steps and crept into an abandoned classroom. Aurora waited as Alicia kept an eye out on the hall way. As soon as Tom began to pass the abandoned classroom, completely alone, Alicia reached out, fisted a hand in the front of her brother's Slytherin robes, and, with a hard yank, pulled him into the room with her. She looked furious and mortified as Tom brushed his robes off and then glared at his sister.

"Do not handle me like---"

"Shut up! Shut up! I know you did it! You killed that poor girl, Tom!" she hissed as her eyes filled with frustrated and sympathetic tears. Tom looked at her blankly.

"And?"

"And?! Tom, you…you killed her. Killed, Tom! You didn't bully her or abuse her…you killed her! You took her life!"

"She was Muggle-born; what does it matter?" he snapped and then regained his composure. "Besides…it wasn't really me; it was the Basilisk," he added with so much arrogance and pride that Aurora really wished she could have punched him. Alicia had a look of utter disbelief and horror upon her face. She took a step back from him, a single tear slipping down her cheek.

"You don't even care? You killed a young girl and you don't…you don't even feel a single pang of regret, of remorse?"

"No."

"I know…I know your other secret, Tom," Alicia spoke in barely a whisper and Tom looked at her with a blank expression. "You're making Horcruxes! You killed our father and his parents; you made Morfin take the blame for it. You're…you're splitting your soul, Tom. Stop now; feel some remorse and put your soul back together. I'm sure it won't be too late…" she gasped sharply when her brother wrapped a hand around her neck and shoved her up against the wall behind her hard, his face mere inches from her own.

"Don't you dare speak a word to anyone about any of this…" he hissed, his eyes burning with a deep hatred. Alicia didn't dare to breathe, her eyes wide as she remained quiet and still. He released her and strode out of the room quickly.

"You are no brother of mine, Thomas Marvolo Riddle," she whispered after him, her tears streaming down her cheeks now. Alicia broke down and sobbed as the room began to spin and change again.

Aurora and Alicia stood in the Headmaster's office, in front of the desk there. Armando Dippet sat behind the desk and Dumbledore stood to his right side.

"Why are you here, Miss Riddle?" Armando asked in his rough voice. Alicia looked very nervous as she stood there, fidgeting with her blue and silver Ravenclaw scarf.

"Professor…I think you expelled the wrong student," she said softly and Armando looked at her in confusion.

"Are you trying to admit something, Miss Riddle?"

"She is not turning herself in, Armando; but she knows who really opened the Chamber of Secrets…" Dumbledore spoke kindly to the Headmaster, who gazed over at him.

"And?"

"And…the person who should be expelled is my twin brother, Thomas Riddle. Not Rubeus Hagrid; Hagrid is innocent!"

"Tom? Are you joking, young lady? Your brother would do no such thing! Not to mention the fact that Hagrid had been keeping a secret pet Acromantula in his dorm room!"

"Tom would!" she protested and Armando became angry. He stood up and glared down at her but she refused to back down. "He's evil, Professor Dippet! He's done things to people that you don't know about! He did this to me!" She jerked her left hand out in front of her, her flingers spread open to show him the six year old scar. He glanced at it and then straightened up, his arms crossing over his chest.

"I don't appreciate you telling me stories, Miss Riddle."

"Professor, I believe her. Tom is…different from the other students; even from his fellow Slytherin classmates," Dumbledore spoke up and Armando shook his head in disbelief.

"Tom is different, Albus, because he's better. He's the smartest pupil to ever come to Hogwarts since you!"

"Alicia is just as intelligent and gifted as Tom."

"Oh yes, Alicia is quite gifted but Tom…Tom is special."

"Special!? Yeah, he's as special as a damn Basilisk!" Alicia snapped, her eyes glaring at the Headmaster. Dumbledore looked at her in surprise.

"Excuse me?"

"He might be a powerful young wizard, Professor, but he isn't human! He lacks human affection and compassion! He lacks a conscience!" Aurora wanted to cover Alicia's mouth to stop her from getting expelled like poor Hagrid but she knew she couldn't; instead she just watched on in horror.

"That's enough! Detention, Miss Riddle! Detention for five nights and a hundred points from Ravenclaw!" Armando snapped and Alicia gaped at him before saying the last word.

"Fine; be an idiot," she snapped coldly and then turned on her heel, walking out of the Headmaster's office and down the spiral staircase; Dippet called after her, saying "A hundred more points from Ravenclaw!" Then the scenery changed again.

Aurora stood in a busy, crowded stone street. Alicia was gazing down at a collection of beautiful Italian jewelry, every once in a while she would glance up and blush, looking away quickly. Aurora looked up at what she was glancing at and saw a very young, very handsome Aberto Badeau. Aurora felt her breath hitch in her throat as she watched her father approach her mother with a huge air of confidence, his most charming smile plastered on his face. When he reached Alicia, he began speaking Italian and Alicia looked up at him, blushing and confused.

"What? I don't speak Italian…Sorry…" Aberto nodded and thought for a minute before speaking in a rough Italian accent.

"Do you…eh…live here?"

"No…No, just visiting."

"Where you from?"

"England."

"Ah…An English girl." His grin grew and he turned slightly when his father, Massimo, called to him. Aurora felt a pang of longing when she saw her handsome grandfather. Aberto called back to him in Italian and then turned to Alicia again. "So, you have a…eh…tour guide?"

"Tour guide?" Aberto nodded. "No; no, tour guide."

"Oh well, you will get lost without a tour guide. I shall guide you," he offered and Alicia blushed but nodded. He came around the booth and offered her his hand. As soon as Alicia took it, the scene changed and Aurora was standing at the front of a church. She saw the room filled with Alicia's friends and Aberto's family and friends. Then, she looked over and saw her mother. She was a vision in pure white and Aberto looked quite dashing in a black tux. They said their 'I dos' and then the scene changed again. Alfred's and Timothy's birth, their toddler years, then Aurora's birth and her toddler years; she was watching herself grow up now from an outsider's point of view; all of the scrapes, falls, bruises; all of the tears and the laughs.

She saw Holly's birth and then Nicola's, then Italia's; then, through their toddler years. She was reminded of the fierce love and protection that her mother had always had for her children and the undying passionate love for her father. Aurora cried as she watched all of this and then, the scene changed to a much darker one.

Voldemort stood above Alicia, his wand pointed at her as she writhed in agony upon the wood floor of the villa in Italy. Alicia was screaming in pain as Aberto watched, helpless to do anything. Aurora wanted out suddenly but for some reason, could not take her eyes away from the scene. Voldemort stopped torturing Alicia and he paced around her as she rolled onto her side, her light grey-blue eyes meeting Aberto's. Aberto whimpered softly against the gag in his mouth, his dark blue eyes filled with tears at the sight of his wife being tortured. Aurora was sobbing now as she watched; she almost jumped when Voldemort spoke.

"You know, Alicia…Your son, Alfred, has joined me. He alone has seen reason," he hissed out and Alicia looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears too.

She said nothing but instead spat at him and Voldemort smirked coldly.

"Such hostility, sister…"

"Do you expect me to welcome you into my home with open arms?" she snapped hoarsely.

"If you had joined me, all would have been forgiven…"

"All would have been forgiven? Like what, Tom!? What did you need to forgive me for!? You're the one killing and torturing my friends!"

"Ravenclaw."

"Ravenclaw? I need to be forgiven for being sorted into Ravenclaw? Are you kidding me?!"

"Crucio!" And she was screaming again.

"Stop it! Stop it!" Aurora screamed but no one heard her as she slid down the wall next to her father, sobbing. She watched as Alicia stopped moving and screaming, the only sound from her being her heavy breathing. She rolled back over to look at her husband and mouthed the words 'I love you' to him. Aurora cried harder when she saw her father nod, his beautiful eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Voldemort spoke again. "I won't kill you, Alicia…There's a belief that twins share a part of each other's souls. Therefore, I will need you to stay alive; but if you still refuse to help me in my quest for the greater good, I will torture you into insanity. I will begin with your husband. Do you still object to my cause?"

Alicia looked at her husband, both of them were crying now, and she mouthed the words 'I'm sorry' to Aberto who nodded in understanding. Alicia kept her gaze locked with her husband's as she answered Voldemort. "I will not help you in anyway, Thomas."

Aurora screamed as Voldemort pointed his wand at Aberto, whose eyes bulged in fear and panic. Alicia cried out, throwing herself against Voldemort's legs weakly. He barely budged. "Watch, my sister, as I kill your husband…" he hissed out as Alicia looked at her husband, who looked back at her, and before Alicia could even scream again, Voldemort bellowed "Avada Kedavra!"

A flash of green light, a rushing sound, a scream, and a thud upon the hard tiled floor; Aurora clasped her hands over her mouth as she saw her father's lifeless body staring up at her from the floor; her scream was muffled against her palm. Tears flowed freely from her face as she looked over at her stunned mother. Alicia sobbed quietly as she gazed upon the lifeless form that once was her husband. Voldemort turned his attention to his sister again but she paid no attention to him, her eyes strained on her husband's face.

"Join me now, and your children will be spared," he hissed out and finally Alicia turned her head to look at him.

"Never," she said simply, without fear or anger. Voldemort's eyes narrowed to slits and he placed his hands on either side of her head forcing terrible images of all of her children and grandchildren and the rest of her family and friends being tortured and killed because of her. He finished after about ten minutes of intense pain and agony. He released her head and Alicia fell back to the floor. She was muttering under her breath, her eyes glassy and glazed over. And Aurora cried as she stumbled away from the bowl with her mother's memories.

She collapsed into her chair in front of the desk, both hands clasped over her mouth, her eyes squeezed shut as she sobbed. She curled up in the chair and just let everything go; all of the grief she had been holding in for so long, all of the sadness and longing. She cried for her mother and her father, her brother Tim and his family, her grandparents; she cried for Edgar Bones and his family, Dorcas Meadowes, Fabian and Gideon Prewett, Benjy Fenwick, Caradoc Dearborn, and Regulus Black. She cried for anyone who had ever been tortured or killed or had lost someone to Voldemort, including Holly and Nicola. But most of all, she cried for Italia, who would never really know her parents.

I hope you like this darker chapter. Please review! Thanks. -Siriusgrl88