The Curious Case of Lucy Day: A Harry Potter Marauder's Era Fan Fiction

Part 2

"Come here, dear Alessandra," said a shrill, high pitched voice. A small, five-year-old Alessandra walked foreword to see her mother, Elizabeth Magnus, the tall, skinny women with the blonde, almost white, hair that Alessandra had inherited. "Honey," she said, "come in here." She pulled a book from a shelf and they went a the secret staircase the had appeared from behind the bookshelf in the library of their mansion.

"Mommy, what's this?" asked Alessandra, the staircase a new discovery for her. Her mother didn't reply, and they walked down the steps. They came into a cold, stone basement Alessandra didn't know existed.

"Remember the little gift you told me about?" asked Alessandra's mother, "the one about already being able to control magic, even without a wand?"

"Of course, Mommy!" smiled Alessandra, and if to make a point, she pointed her hand at a rock on the floor, and it flew into it.

"Oh, very good!" clapped her mother. "Come with me Alessandra," she said, and they continued walking down the corridor. They came to a small, metal door. Elizabeth opened the door, and they walked inside. Inside, there was a man tied to a chair. He had fluffy brown hair, and bright blue eyes. He was wearing a white t-shirt and khaki pants, both stained with blood. He had a gag over his mouth.

"Mommy..?" asked Alessandra, uncertainly.

"Listen closely Alessandra, point your hand at this man, and say 'Crucio.'"

"Okay, Mommy," Alessandra said, and obeyed her mother's order, always too scared to disobey. "Crucio," she whispered. And the man screamed.

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Lucy woke up in a cold sweat. She pushed the drapes from her bed back and got up. She checked the time on Lily's watch, which was sitting on her bedside table. 5:15. "Ugh," said Lucy. She had started to  wake up this early, because of the dreams. Or, nightmares really. Once she got old enough to realise what she was actually doing to the muggles and muggle-borns, their screams had been haunting her dreams. Lucy pulled on her robes and went to the bathroom to get ready, reasoning it would be best to utilise the time she had gained by waking up early, then she walked over to the chair by the window, and sat down. She looked out the window and stared at the cold, grey skies for what seemed like hours. Once rain started pelting the windows, she heard a rustling from behind her.

"Good morning," said Lily groggily.

"Hi," Lucy replied, turning around.

"How long have you been up?" asked Lily, "it's like, almost six am."

"Oh, since about five. Bad dreams."

"Eh, we all get 'em," replied Lily. She got up and walked into the bathroom. "I'm gonna take a shower, is that alright?" asked Lily, though it seemed that she was going to take one anyway.

"Oh, yeah, sure, I don't mind."

"Great!" Lily replied, and Lucy heard the splash of water hitting tile in the bathroom. Right as that happened, she heard a loud crash and Pamela's voice shout, "shit!"

"Good morning Pamela," Lucy said in a mocking tone.

"Oh, ha ha. Is Evans still waking up early?" Pamela asked, getting up from the floor, though it was clear that she knew the answer, or at least, was fearing it.

"Seems so," Lucy said, indicating towards the bathroom.

"Damnit!" Pamela shouted, "well, might as well get up now," she said, and started making her way towards her trunk. She rummaged around a bit before pulling out her black school robes. She pulled a hairbrush out of her seemingly endless trunk too, and started running it through her unruly, curly hair. Lucy opened her trunk and took her clothes that she had worn yesterday that she had carelessly thrown over a chair, folded them and placed them upon her very clean, well folded pile of robes and some muggle clothes.