Vanilla Twilight: Chances Are?

The Memories

"Let me understand, why did you ask her to your office, knowing full well she is drunk?" Snape's voice sounds dangerous than ever.

I blurted, "I asked Professor Lupin for help. I wanted all my memory back."

Dumbledore looked thoughtful while Snape, something flickered in his eyes.

Lupin sighed, "That's why I called Severus. He is the most accomplished in Legilliments."

"But we failed haven't we?" Remembering Lupin last detention performing it.

"Those walls in your mind is not your doing Lexie. You are not even aware it exists.That is what blocking you to remember. Severus and I would both perform the spell and try to make it crumble, then and only then would you regain your memories."

That sounds... Possible. But I didn't want Snape inside my head. Lupin must have seen her hesitation. "We won't force you if you don't want to."

"No. I want this. When could we do it?"

Detention came, and hopefully my memories would also. The three of us sat on the floor im triangle each of them holding one of my hands.

I gave my wand to Lupin in case and inhaled. This is it. Lupin squeezed my hand in reassurance. And Snape just glared at us, especially Lupin.

"On the count of three" Lupin said.

1... 2... 3

"Legilliments" Lupin and Snape said at the same time.

True enough I now see the wall. Snape and Lupin worked together to have it down and saw them panting.

As the wall crumbled, a woman I knew so well came into view. It was me. The vampire me smilling at them.

"It took you so long Severus."

While Lupin looked confused, Snape just looked expectant.

"Ah you brought Remus." Vampire me tried to hug him, but Lupin is in defensive stance quickly.

"Who are you?"

Vampire me pouted, "Alexandra Caldwell, of course. So are you ready for the ride." I've got the feeling it is directed to me. She smiled, as if she's being relieved of her duty.

Lexie’s childhood memories replayed before them.

Lexie saw the four-year-old her locked inside her room, while her parents argue about her. Her father, Harvy, forcing her mother to reveal who her father is, but her mother kept insisting that she is his.

“You bitch that is no daughter of mine, my daughter died three years ago! Even if she is, which she is not, she should be seven not four!”

“Please believe me, honey, please. She was cured and just went to sleep for three years”

“Lie after lie. My daughter was a beautiful girl with brown eyes, not an ugly girl with blond hair and a blue eyes! That neither our relatives even have.” Then she heard it… again… SMACK…then a crying sound, while little Lexie covered her ears and cried a bucket.

This time little Lexie, hidden by a tree, witnessed Harvy brutally killing her mother, using unforgivable curses, laughing evilly. Then there was a flash of green light hitting Harvy square in the chest.

A man emerged from the woods and gestured her to come down to him. She didn’t know who he is but she felt like he wouldn’t hurt her.

Then the memory shifted to a seven-year-old Alex, listening to a story by her Uncle Martin.