Before The Past

Ch. 1

The carriage moves around with the wind as we soar above the ground. I look over at my parents, who in this moment seem like strangers, but ones you know everything about. Less than an hour ago I was sitting in my bed, paralyzed as visions of ghastly scenes flashed through my mind. 

The first scene was in a cemetery with Harry Potter hung up by a scythe. His back was facing what appeared to be how many would describe death itself. In front of him was a horrific looking man whose skin was grey and appeared to have no nose. His finger was pressed against Potter's head while he gave an eerie smile. I could hear screaming and laughing all at once, not being able to figure out where or who it was coming from. 

All of a sudden there was a dark flash. 

When I could see again, there were multiple flashes of different people in pain and fear. There was a girl being entwined with vines, as she grasped for air. There were images of odd, magical creatures such as dragons and mermaids, all of which seemingly protecting something. There were other kids including Potter with deformed anomalies on their faces and heads. Everything went by so quickly I couldn't make anything out past the main focus. I couldn't see the environment, what caused the events, or even what was happening. Things spiraled and shifted in different directions, with both white and black flashes transitioning into the next scene. 

All of these events flashed within seconds, but it felt like hours. The images flashed in my mind, but it seemed as though they were in slow motion. 

Whilst all of this was happening inside my head, I could feel a strange pain in my arms and legs. It was as if my body was experiencing the cruciatus curse, but no was was casting it.  After that, I had made regrettably the biggest mistake of my life, and it would change it forever. I had told my parents about what I saw before I could even grasp it myself. Before I knew it we were stuck in a carriage, flying away from where I had always called home. 

I was confused and I couldn't stop replaying the images in my head. My father looked at me with a stern face and told me that it was something I was going to have to get used to. He told me that I had always had this 'ability' and that before, I would be obliviated. According to him I have a certain type of precognition that allows me to only see into the future of what directly affects me. Everything I've ever seen has happened soon after I saw it and according to my parents, what I just saw was expected to happen this year. 

In a way, I felt scared that the pain and gore that I had seen was undoubtedly going to happen, but it was one of the many things I had discovered that day. 

Up until then my name has always been Rose Smith. Daughter of John and Alice Smith. Sister of Alex Smith. My mother was a half-blood, and my father was a muggle. We lived in a small, comfortable home in Virginia. My brother and I both went to Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he had graduated last year and I was entering my fourth year. Everything was perfect and I couldn't have asked for a better life. 

I say up until then because that was who I believed I was, but was informed that we were living a lie. A sort of cover up if you will. My new, or original name I found out was Aurora Hawthorne.  Daughter of Orion and Maxine Hawthorne, sister of Ryan Hawthorne. We were all purebloods, from one of the most respectable families in wizarding history. Of course, because we were hiding, our name had been labeled as a forgotten line and that none of us were still alive. There were a select few though, who were aware that we were still here. Those few were arguably some of the most dangerous people I would come know. 

There had already been a plan for how we would leave, which to me was absolutely absurd. I was expected to leave my friends, home, and everything else behind without any remorse. I would live yet another lie that we were all in a fire and no one had survived, but this time I knew about it. Although I didn't have many friends, and I wasn't very close to anyone, it was still hard to think that all of those relationships would be thrown away. The fact that we were leaving didn't bother me as much, it was the fact that I didn't know why we were there in the first place that did.