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So here is Hannah's memories. I would have uploaded this sooner but fanfiction Doc Manager is such a beautiful, efficient, piece of work.
Key reference. T = Transition into and out of memories. M = transition from Memory to memory
T
A woman in her early twenties was leaning over a steaming cauldron, placing herbs in and stirring every now and then. "Mum?" A little girl, the age of 4 questioned. "What are you doing?"
The woman rolled her eyes at the girl's curiosity. "Making a potion." The woman reluctantly answered back.
"What's a potion?" The girl continued to innocently ask questions. The woman's scowl grew deeper.
"A liquid with a magical effect, Hannah." The woman half-heartedly answered.
"What type of effect?" Hannah walked closer toward the cauldron, curiously. The woman turned to look at the girl.
"I can make one to choke you to death if you don't stop asking bloody questions!" The woman swung her arm and slapped the girl directly over the face. "Go inside and stop being an annoying, silly little girl!" The woman pushed the girl onto the floor to clear her away, then turned back to her blood-red potion.
M
The 6 year old girl watched as the rat fell over, stiffly on its side. "Mum, why do you keep hurting animals?" Hannah asked, with a touch of fear in her voice.
"None of your fucking business." The woman pointed her wand at the rat again, levitating it, to place it on a pile of more dead rats.
"Mum, they have feelings too. You can't just end something's life just because they're not human. You wouldn't like it if someone bigger than you came up to you and tortured you." The girl argued, a tear trickling down her face.
"Don't cry, you silly girl. Nobody cares about your opinion." The woman picked another rat up, out of the box of squirming rodents. "Brian, babe, can you pass the Baneberry Potion?" The woman's voice changed into falsetto, as she talked to her husband. The man walked over to the woman, with a vial containing blood-red liquid. The woman took the vial, and slowly unloaded it into the rat's mouth, as Brian wrenched its mouth open. The rat gasped in pain, unable to breathe, before eventually falling over, dead. Hannah watched, her eyes filled with tears.
"What's she doing here, Suzanna?" The man looked at his wife, before reverting his eyes to the girl.
"I ask myself the same question every day." The woman scowled at Hannah. "Clear off, girl, you already know you're unwanted." The woman's words attacked like venom. Hannah began to walk away, slowly, before feeling a spell attack her in the back, forcing her forward into the pavement. She stood back up and ran into the house. Her parents stood there, laughing as they watched the girl struggle.
M
7 year old Hannah peered out of her bedroom window, to see her mum and dad organizing a variety of potions and parchment next to their swimming pool. She looked near to the couple to see a cage with an animal inside, a frown crossed her face, as she envisioned the horrid things they'd do to this animal. She watched as her dad pulled the black cat out of the cage, and placed it on the ground. Her mum pointed her wand at the innocent kitten, and yelled, "Crucio!" The cat screeched deafeningly, as it began rolling around in pain. Hannah's eyes filled with tears, and she darted out of her room and next to the pool.
"DON'T!" Hannah screamed, as her parents tortured the kitten. The woman turned around, momentarily lifting the curse from the cat. She gave Hannah a violent scowl, before turning back to the kitten. She heightened her wand again and the kitten started rolling around screeching on the floor again. "LEAVE HIM ALONE!" Hannah screamed, as she ran over to her mum. She attempted to grab the wand from her mum, but instead got pushed back onto the pavement.
"Don't tell me what to do, you useless piece of shit." The woman spat dangerously, before again turning back to the kitten and torturing it.
"STOP IT!" Hannah scolded, this time getting up, and swinging her arm to hit her mother around the back of the head. The woman turned around, with the most dangerous scowl across her face.
"How dare you touch me, you useless, worthless, unwanted, bitch!" The woman pointed her wand at Hannah, lifting the curse from the kitten once more. Hannah's knees gave in as she fell to the pavement, her body twitching in excruciating pain. Her pained scream echoed, while the pain of a thousand hot knives stabbed at her. "Nobody fucking wanted you in the first place." The woman drawled. She lifted the Cruciatus curse, and levitated Hannah's helpless body over the pool. "I should have done this a long time ago." She forced Hannah under the water. Hannah's lungs filled up with water, as she tried to scream for help. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, as she passed out, unconscious, drowned by her own mother.
M
Hannah awoke, her head only slightly light as her eyes adjusted to the brightness of the day sky. She sat up, and looked around. She was laying adjacent to the pool, just outside her house, where she remembered having a fight with her mum. She looked to where her parents had tortured the kitten, nothing was remaining. No kitten, no potions, no parents, nothing. She stood up with surprising ease, and walked over to the house. She checked in every room to find absolutely no sign of her parents. She never saw a sign of her parents again.
M
8 year old Hannah left the house for the very last time. There was no longer any food left, and no reason for her to stay. She didn't want to be there anymore, she hated the memories and visions she got every time she saw the pool, and the surrounding pavement. She walked for miles until she came across a small muggle town. She scuffed her feet along the ground, with her hands in her pockets, when she heard the noise of something being kicked across the floor. She looked down to see a pencil on the pavement. She picked it up and drew on the closest wall, to be fascinated with how it worked like a quill.
M
10 year old Hannah sat on the pavement in the middle of a CBD. Surrounding her was a collection of portraits she had drawn, advertised for $20 each. She had gotten by with selling her drawings, and used her money for food, water, and art supplies. She had a backpack filled with different shades of pencils, a wad of paper, and fruit. "Excuse me, could I please purchase this?" An old man pointed at a drawing of a cat. Hannah looked at the old man. The old man nodded in agreement and handed her a $20, before taking the drawing and turning to leave. It didn't seem to strike him that he hadn't actually heard her say the words that came into his head.
M
14 year old Hannah sat in the middle of a forest, with a wild cat perched adjacent to her. She had travelled so much in the past 6 years that she had learnt to apparate. She patted the cat, while pulling pieces of bread out of her bag, and feeding it to the cat, then throwing some around for birds to eat. She had only ever managed to make friends with animals, and hadn't even conversed with a single human since she had last seen her parents. After throwing her last piece of bread, she reached into her pocket to pull out a shiny metal blade, one she had pulled out of a razor she used for shaving. She rolled up her shorts a bit, to reveal a couple dozen fresh and old cuts and scars. She envisioned the arguments she had with her parents, remembering every word her mother said to her. The words "useless, worthless, unwanted" echoed through her head, as she slide the blade across her skin.
M
17 year old Hannah sat in the middle of London, with a wad of paper on her lap, drawing. "Excuse me," an old man's voice emitted into her thoughts. She looked up to see a man with a silver beard and half-moon spectacles. "Are you Hannah Byron?" The man asked. Hannah kept her face unemotional, even though her head was reeling with confusion. She nodded in response. "My name is Albus Dumbledore, I'm a professor. I was wondering if you'd come with me?" Dumbledore looked pleadingly at Hannah. Hannah was hesitant to move. She saw no reason to go with him. Dumbledore deepened his stare at Hannah, "Please." He pleaded. Hannah put everything back in her bag and decided to follow the man. She had nothing to lose, she had no plans for the future, and she didn't really care. She followed the man into a bar, where he approached the bartender. "Ah, Tom, do you mind if I book two rooms for the night?"
"Not at all, Albus, not at all. Feel free to take your pick." The man replied enthusiastically. Dumbledore nodded to the man, and beckoned Hannah to follow him up some stairs.
"You're 17, Hannah, am I correct?" Dumbledore asked, his eyes looking at Hannah's with a hypnotic stare. Hannah nodded in return. "I'm a professor, the headmaster of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I'm not asking, but informing you, that you'll be returning with me to the school to complete your last year of schooling. I'm not knowledgeable of how or where you've been living, but it is certain that you haven't been enrolled at a school past the age of 8. I think it only necessary that you receive a magical education while you can. We will be leaving tomorrow morning." Dumbledore continued to look intently at Hannah, expecting a reaction, but instead didn't receive one. "You may go to your room next door for the rest of the night, but you ought to know, there are restrictive charms in place, so don't expect to have the opportunity to escape." Hannah silently walked to the next room, and gently closed the door behind her, before pulling a blade out of her pocket.
M
Hannah sat at the back of the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, in a heated argument with Umbridge. "Detention! Miss Byron, you have no right in determining whether my teaching methods are sufficient or not. They are assigned by the ministry, therefore are sufficient in the eyes of those more worthy than yours." Umbridge snapped, with her head held high.
"I guess the answer is no, then." Hannah remarked.
"50 points from Slytherin! Miss Byron, I will not take any more from worthless, unmannered, ill-tempered, unwanted children like yourself. You'll have detention every day for a week starting Monday, and you'll leave this classroom, right now. Get out!" With that, Hannah got out of her seat and walked to her dormitory, where she pulled a blade out of her bag.
M
Hannah entered her dormitory to see Pansy Parkinson next to her bed. "You lost us 50 house points." Pansy said, angrily.
"I established that." Hannah retorted, sarcastically.
"Don't talk to me like that, you useless piece of shit!" Pansy thundered, holding up her wand towards Hannah, threateningly.
"Blast me, I don't care."
"I could kill you, and you would deserve it. Nobody likes you, you're unwanted, worthless, and nobody would care if you were dead. All you are is a waste of space and points in this house!" Pansy yelled, her face turning red with anger.
"Do it then. Kill me. Do everyone a favour." Hannah replied, emotionlessly. Pansy lowered her wand, then headed over to the head of Hannah's bed, picking up Spero and holding him about the throat. "Put. My. Fucking. Cat. Down." Hannah snarled. Slowly approaching Pansy.
"I told you, you will pay for treating me the way you did." She scowled back, tightening her grip around the kitten's throat. Hannah slid her wand down her sleeve,
"Petrificus Totalus!" She yelled, stunning Pansy into a lifeless-looking corpse, laying on the ground.
T
Snape landed back to reality, his jaw slightly dropped. He hadn't expected her to have been homeless from the age of 8, he hadn't expected her own parents to have tried to kill her, and he hadn't expected her parents to have been fellow death eaters.
Right, there we have it. "The big reveal"More clarification comes in the next chapter.
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