I Solemnly Swear She Was Not Forgotten

Chapter One- Nightmares

Chapter 1- Nightmares

'An old man was hit by the death spell and fell down to the ground already dead. The killer had black hair and no expression in his face. Him and the other death eaters walked away from the fallen. A blond haired teen had red puffy eyes. He looked to of been crying. I tried to scream but my voice didn't work. What was this? Why can't I scream for the fallen...cry for the victims?

The black haired man was now in outside and talking to someone. "I am the Half Blood Prince" He spoke.

YOU BETRAYED HIM!!!!!! YOU KILLED HIM!!!!

WHY???...

WHY????...

WHY?????????

I finally could scream but my words didn't seem to be heard by anyone..'

Alchemy shot up awake. Her head was drenched in sweat, her black hair sticking to her face and her heart was faster than a jack rabbit. Tears fell from her red eyes eyes and she felt sadness overwhelm her.

'Why am I sad? I know none of them?" She wondered. Around her she noticed she wasnt in her room but rather Hogwarts halls where all the paintings slept while in her nightgown. She herself was sitting on the wall. For the millionth night in a row Alchemy found herself not in her room but in the school halls walking around asleep.

Professor McGonagall walked by and noticed her. "Alchemy.. Again?" She asked astonished.

"I-" her voice was raspy and it felt like she was only mouthing the words. She coughed. " Im sorry Professor..I don't mean to. I promise." Her voice had a quiver now due to her odd crying.

McGonagall helped her up. "Its alright child. I know. Let's take you back up to your room now." Alchemy liked her. She was the head master of Hogwarts and never asked too many questions. McGonagall was understanding and never scowled to her.

It was her first year attending Hogwarts but definitely not her siblings Fred and Roxanne. Even all her cousins went to the school for at least 2 years or more. Fred was a seventh year along with Roxanne. The two of them weren't twins but there birthdays were really close. Like only 10 months apart. That left the adopted daughter of Georoge Weasly to be the youngest by 4 years. She was only 14 having been homeschooled by Hermione till her 4th year where she decided to attend the school of Magic.

"Are you going to be alright dearie?" McGonagall asked as Alchemy layed down into her bed.

She yawned tired. "Yes...I'll be fine." She replied and turned to her side. McGonagall left but Alchemy refused to go back to sleep in fear she would have more nightmares. A girl walked into her room and scowled at her.

"Your such an attention whore. Next time you walk out into the halls make sure to not bring a teacher back with you, that's twice the noise and a waste of time. Your a faker and you need to stop begging for a teacher to acknowledge you." Her voice was full of hate and Alchemy heard her retreating footsteps.

It was true. Becasue of her quietness in class no one ever really saw her, she was only a faint memory to her professors. Alchemy however preferred it like that. That way she never had to stand out or be known...that way she wouldn't be labeled a freak.