Chapter 8: Memories

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by PsykoSkittlez

by PsykoSkittlez

{Sahara's POV}

After dinner we went down to the dungeons to the Slytherin common room. I smiled as I saw all the black, green and silver. "I'm gonna like it here!" I exclaimed as I followed her up the stairs to the room her, Anna and I were sharing. We walked in and saw each bed had initials in silver on the black canopies. I walked over to my bed and saw a green envelope on the pillow with my name on it.

I opened the envelope and read the letter inside. "Sahara, under your pillow you'll find a photo album and a book of spells. You will also fine a notebook for you to write in. Under your bed you will find a large trunk that your parents left you. Your brothers and sister have received the same things under their pillows but the contents of their trunks are different. I've also given you all some things for your pets and in your dresser you shall find a book about your abilities in the top drawer. I hope you enjoy everything you have received. Sincerely, Albus Dumbledore"

I closed the letter and grabbed the books and photo album from under my pillow. The photo album was green leather. In silver stitching it said "Jacobs Family Memories" at the top and "Property of Sahara Jacobs" at the bottom. In the middle was our family crest, after seeing it I smiled and opened it. The first page had individual pictures of me and my siblings and a picture of all four of us from the day we were born.

We were all bundled in different colored blankets and hats with our initials. I turned the page and saw a picture of our mom holding us. She was extremely pale and looked drained of all life but she was still beautiful and still smiled down at us. I knew from looking at her that the picture was taken just moments before she died.

I continued to go through the pictures and saw pictures of my parents and pictures of my siblings and I as we were growing up. I didn't realize I was crying until Annalynn sat next to me with her photo album and hugged me with tears falling down her face too. "I miss dad MayMay." I cried into her shoulder. She sniffled, "I know Tia, I do too." We wiped our eyes and closed the photo albums. "Comeon," she said, "let's go to sleep, we'll finish going through everything tomorrow after dinner." I nodded before we changed into our pjs and went to sleep.