Lori stayed behind to help Professor Sprout clean up- as usual- before she headed to the common room. She climbed into the porthole. as she got into the room, she noticed a small crowd of Gryffindors surrounding the announcement board. Lori made her way to the front, and saw the list of people who made the team. She found the Seeker's position easily, and her eyes widened in disbelief.

Seeker- Lori Winters

Many students clapped and cheered. Some even gave her a pat on the shoulder. She made the team! She beamed, her eyes lit up. Lori read the two sentences at the top.

First Practice is on Monday,September 15 from 6-curfew. Those who don't show will be kicked off the team.

That was today! Lori looked at the clock. It was 5:55 p.m. Lori yelped and ran to the dormitories, grabbed her Silver Arrow, and sprinted as fast as she could to the Quidditch Pitch. She ran into the locker room and threw her robes on. She rushed out of the locker room and hurried to the team.

Irene looked at her. She had a clipboard and a pen in her hands.

"You're five minutes late, Lori," she said.

"Sorry, I ...didn't... notice the... time," Lori huffed in between breaths.

Irene gave her a look of disappointment before she looked back to her clipboard.

"Alright, Gryffindors, let's play," Irene said.

After several hours of flying, dodging buldgers, bumping into teammates, and catching the snitch, practice for the Gryffindor Quidditch team finally ended. Lori changed into her normal clothes and headed inside and towards the common room. She was passing a empty hallway when she heard voices whispering. Lori looked down the hallway and saw shadows of two people walking.

The shadows soon became figures. Lori hid in the shadows. She could kind of make out their appearance. There was a boy and girl, no doubt about that. The girl was a blondish- brunette, with sparkling green eyes and Asian features. She was way taller than the boy. The boy, however, had black spiky hair, chocolate eyes, and Hispanic features. They were both wearing cloaks, and they both looked no younger than 52- 52 is considered young in wizard years. They spoke in hushed whispers, but Lori could hear them.

"You-Know-Who plans on hunting down the Winters' youngest daughter, Clementine. Rumors say that he plans on killing her," the girl made weird hand motions as she spoke.

" Regulus reckons that her parents will carry out the deed, to finish what they've started. They killed one half of her, they should finish her off," the boy whispered.

"What do you mean?" the girl asked.

"You haven't heard about Lori Winters? Lori and Clementine Winters were twins, until 1956. The Winters wee ordered by the Dark Lord to kill the twins off. But, just as their mother cast the curse on Clementine, Lori jumped in front of her sister and took the curse, full in the chest. They were just about to kill Clementine, but the officials from the Ministry came in and arrested the Winters. They sent Clementine to live with her older sister. When Clementine was 7, she started going by her sister's name. I don't know why, I don't even know if she still does. But one thing that I do know is that her parents are hunting her down," the boy explained.

Lori listened closely as he told the story of her life.

"Who's her sister?"

"Jamie Williams."

The girl's expression lit up.

"Isn't she the Dark Lord's most trusted Death Eater?"

Lori gasped but quickly covered her mouth.

The pair looked at the shadow where Lori was hidden, but went back to their conversation.

" There's word on the street that she will be the one to bring Clementine to the Dark Lord before the end of her year here," the girl said.

"I reckon you're right, Felicia,"the boy said.

"Come on, Alonso, we have to get going or else we'll be caught!" Felicia exclaimed in a whisper.

Lori wanted to run up to them and stop them. She wanted to ask them what they knew, and then eventually turn them in. She ran out of the shadows and towards them. She reached her arm out towards them, but she grabbed air.

Lori exhaled and put her hand on her forehead. She was sweating, even though it was cold. Her mind was racing, but her heart beated faster. Was it really true that her sister was a Death Eater? Lori thought back to her older sister. She was so sweet and caring. She always made delicious white chocolate chip cookies and peanut butter brownies for her and Irene every Sunday. She comforted Lori when she needed it the most. She always put Lori's needs in front of her needs. She and Uncle Kirk would take her to a hill when she was younger. They called it "The Swinging Hill". They would push her on the tire swing attached to an apple tree, eat peanut butter and banana sandwiches and apples from the trees for lunch, look up at the clouds. There was no way that she could be a Death Eater.

But then again, could she? She would disappear mysteriously every Monday and Thursday night. Lori thought of what Uncle Kirk told her when he tucked her into bed.

Flashback:

Uncle Kirk carried a yawning Lori to her bedroom. It was bright pink with pictures of rainbows,sparkles, and unicorns. He help her change into a light pink night gown and laid her in bed.

"Can you read me a story?" Lori asked.

"Of course,sweetheart. Which story?" Uncle Kirk replied.

"Ummm, how about the Tale of the Three Brothers?"

Uncle Kirk smiled at her and took the book from the bookshelf next to her bed. Even though Lori had heard the story a billion times, she still enjoyed listening to the story. She admired how brave the third brother was, and she wanted to be like him when she was older. Uncle Kirk cleared his throat and began to read.

"There were once three brothers who were traveling along a lonely, winding road at twilight. In time, the brothers reached a river too deep to wade through and too dangerous to swim across. However, these brothers were learned in the magical arts, and so they simply waved their wands and made a bridge appear across the treacherous water. They were halfway across it when they found their path blocked by a hooded figure.And Death spoke to them.He was angry that he had been cheated out of the three new victims, for travelers usually drowned in the river. But Death was cunning. He pretended to congratulate the three brothers upon their magic, and said that each had earned a prize for having been clever enough to evade him.So the oldest brother, who was a combative man, asked for a wand more powerful than any in existence: a wand that must always win duels for its owner, a wand worthy of a wizard who had conquered Death! So Death crossed to an elder tree on the banks of the river, fashioned a wand from a branch that hung there, and gave it to the oldest brother.Then the second brother, who was an arrogant man, decided that he wanted to humiliate Death still further, and asked for the power to recall others from Death. So Death picked up a stone from the riverbank and gave it to the second brother, and told him that the stone would have the power to bring back the dead.And then Death asked the third and youngest brother what he would like. The youngest brother was the humblest and also the wisest of the brothers, and he did not trust Death. So he asked for something that would enable him to go forth from that place without being followed by Death. And Death, most unwillingly, handed over his own Cloak of Invisibility.Then Death stood aside and allowed the three brothers to continue on their way, and they did so talking with wonder of the adventure they had had and admiring Death's gifts. In due course the brothers separated, each for his own destination.The first brother traveled on for a week more, and reaching a distant village, sought out a fellow wizard with whom he had a quarrel. Naturally, with the Elder Wand as his weapon, he could not fail to win the duel that followed. Leaving his enemy dead upon the floor the oldest brother proceeded to an inn, where he boasted loudly of the powerful wand he had snatched from Death himself, and of how it made him invincible.That very night, another wizard crept upon the oldest brother as he lay, wine-sodden upon his bed. The thief took the wand and for good measure, slit the oldest brother's throat.And so Death took the first brother for his own.Meanwhile, the second brother journeyed to his own home, where he lived alone. Here he took out the stone that had the power to recall the dead, and turned it thrice in his hand. To his amazement and his delight, the figure of the girl he had once hoped to marry, before her untimely death, appeared at once before him.Yet she was sad and cold, separated from him as by a veil. Though she had returned to the mortal world, she did not truly belong there and suffered. Finally the second brother, driven mad with hopeless longing, killed himself so as to truly join her.And so Death took the second brother from his own.But though Death searched for the third brother for many years, he was never able to find him. It was only when he had attained a great age that the youngest brother finally took off the Cloak of Invisibility and gave it to his son. And the he greeted Death as an old friend, and went with him gladly, and, equals, they departed this life," read Uncle Kirk.

Lori clapped at the end of the story.

"Goodnight Lori," he said, standing up. He placed the book back in its place and began to walk out.

"Uncle Kirk? Where is Jamie?"

Uncle Kirk turned around. He walked to the little girl he considered his daughter and said, "She had to run some errands."

"But she is always out doing errands. When will she come home?" Lori asked.

"She'll be here when you wake up. Now, get some sleep," he replied before he kissed her forehead.

"Goodnight, Uncle Kirk," she said.

"Goodnight."

****************End of Flashback*********************

Lori gasped. The evidence was in front of her. How could she not figure this out sooner? Lori facepalmed and ran to the common room. Once she was in, she sat in one of the common room chairs and put her face in her hands.