Fading Memories • (Marauders Era)

2| dreams

(A/N) !There is some violence in this chapter! Currently, Eleanor is 14, or in her fourth year, and Claire is currently 10, soon to be 11. So, she will get her letter soon! The Marauders and whatnot will appear a bit later, I just need to get the main bit out first. There will probably be many time skips too. This chapter is also in Claire's perspective. The guy at the top is the man, and the lady above is the woman. If there are any errors, feel free to comment them! This chapter is 4 months after the first chapter. The old lady at the end is Claire's caretaker. Oops not detailed my bad!

Claire saw a man in a strange mask come out of nowhere and pull out a knife. A man and woman ran out from the kitchen, and immediately went to use their bodies to protect a door near the kitchen, which Claire assumed was their child's bedroom. The man with the mask cackled, and suddenly rushed to the man, stabbing right towards his heart. The man tried to block the blow, but he was too late. The masked man had already stabbed him. While the two men were fighting, the woman took the distraction to lock the room that they had been protecting with a spare golden key, and made a last minute decision to swallow it, otherwise the man could just find the key, and what time she took for granted would of been for nothing. The woman seemed to in discomfort, but she did it anyway, determination shining in her hazel eyes. By the time the masked man had continuously stabbed the man around 5 times, the woman had managed to swallow it. The man grunted, turning around to charge at the woman pinning her down. 

Then, there was a flash of light.

Claire woke up sweating, her baby blue sheets sprawled on the floor. Her body shook. "Damnit another nightmare," She mumbled wiping a drop of sweat from her forehead. "That's the sixth one this week." She stood up from her bed, and grabbed a rubber band from her bedside table, fastening her hair in a quick, messy ponytail. She threw on a forest green sweatshirt, and some black sweatpants, and some grey sneakers. Suddenly, in the corner of her eye, she swore the blankets on the floor twitched. She shrugged it off, and opened the door to her room, and walked through the hallway that led to the kitchen. "Good morning Claire!" the orphanage caretaker, Mrs. Greig chirped, at the kitchen stove, making scrambled eggs and bacon. "It's your birthday today, isn't it?" Mrs. Greig questioned, a kindly smile forming on her face. Claire nodded, and gave a small, forced smile. Mrs. Greig paused, put the pan down on the stove, and looked at Claire, now concerned. "Sweetie, you look distressed. Did you have another dream?" Mrs. Greig murmured softly. "Yeah." Mrs. Greig sighed, and said, "It's strange. You've been acting strange lately, and you have been getting a lot of those dreams that you don't remember. You say they're different from normal dreams. What's going on?". Claire opened her mouth to say something, and her brown eyes, 'going away'. She shook her head, clearing her thoughts. "I don't kn-" A loud crash sounded, and the two females whipped their heads towards the noise. Shards of a plate resting on a table were scattered on the floor. No one was nearby, and the rest of children were currently at school, and they'd be there for a few more hours, since Claire was currently suspended for hitting someone. Claire raised an eyebrow in confusion, and the moment that eyebrow reached as far as it could, the shards floated a few inches in the air, and when Claire rested her eyes, they dropped on the ground. "W-What?" Claire stuttered, looking at the mess. Mrs. Greig growled, whipping her head around to face the recently turned ten year old. "Not that damn magic-voodoo thing again." Mrs. Greig grumbled, stomping over to the mess with a broom and dustpan that were lying nearby with a scowl on her face. Claire sat there in confusion. Magic? Voodoo?  Thoughts swarmed in her head, leaving her dazed. Then, the kitchen window burst open, letting a brown barn owl fly through, dropping a letter as it made away back out the window.

(Insert the letter here since idk;;)

Mrs. Greig read the letter over Claire's shoulder, astounded. "W-What? A witch? I-In this o-orphanage?" She stuttered, shocked. Claire smiled, content. Maybe this school will help me figure out my past and my dreams!

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(A/N) I didn't mention it too much, but Claire obviously has memory loss. I'll try to update soon! :)