Alex, Eliza and Lucy Potter, Harry Potter's Quadruplets (year 1)

Chapter 1: Bad Dream or Memory?

Lucilla Potter was standing alone in a dark house. There was something about being there that made her feel uneasy, like she knew she wasn't supposed to be there in that moment. As she stared around, her feet began moving on their own, leading her to the bottom of the staircase. From there she could hear voices, realizing that she was no longer alone. A woman was pleading, crying even, as a man laughed back in response. The laugh was high pitched and cold, making the hairs on the back of Lucilla's neck stand up. Her feet continued to move forward, onward up the stairs, to a place she knew she didn't want to go. But any effort in trying to stop herself was useless. It was as if her feet had a mind of their own, leading her towards the man and woman upstairs.

Once on the second floor, Lucilla found herself standing in a long hallway. There was a room at the other end of hall with its door wide open, illuminating the hallway with light. Again, Lucilla's feet pulled her ahead. Please stop, please stop, please stop, she thought to herself. She didn't want to go into that room.

Now she was close enough to hear what the voices were saying.

"Give me the boy," said the cold voice. There was a bit of amusement in it. "The girls and the other boy with the red hair, I could care less about, she is useless to me. But I will kill her too."

"No!" screamed the woman. "I won't let you take my children away from me."

Lucilla's heart was racing, her hands shaking, beads of sweat dripping down from her temples. The door was only inches away from her now.

"Stand aside," said the cold voice.

"Please, please, not my children," pleased the woman. "Take me instead, leave them be. They're only babies. Take me. Kill me."

At this point, Lucilla is standing in the doorway. She could see a tall figure in a dark cloak with its hood up, their back to the door. The woman must have been in front of him, because Lucilla couldn't see anyone else in the room. But taking a quick glance around, she could tell it was a nursery.

"If you don't stand aside, you will meet the same fate as your husband, the fool."

Please listen to him, Lucilla begged silently to the woman. Do what he says.

"No, not my children, please," the woman sobbed.

As Lucilla entered the nursery, she saw the cloak figure lift one of his arms toward the woman and screamed words she could not understand. There was a flash of green light, and Lucilla was lifted off her feet, falling... falling... falling... BAM!