Wild Moonlight

A Bad Dream... No a Memory

     "Marlee... Take your sister in the closet, and don't come out until I tell you to." My father said pushing both me and my little sister into the closet. Someone was banging on our door, and our parents didn't want us put in harms way.
     "Daddy, I'm scared..." I cried. 
     "I know love, but you need to be strong for Chrystal and your mummy." He said and shut the closet door. I could see everything through the vent. A man in an ominous cloak burst through the front door. Yelling that he had grown impatient. He said he had important business to discuss with them. He kept talking about a revolution. One where pure bloods were superior. Where wizards reigned supreme.
     He asked them to join him, but they refuse him, and that's when he did it. He pointed his wand straight at my fathers chest and said an evil spell. A bright green light shot out of his wand, and my father fell to the floor. My mum screamed in horror, and he pointed his wand at her too.
     "I'll give you one last chance. Join me or die." The evil man said. Mum still refused, and he did the same to her. 
     "Stay here and don't move." I instructed Chrystal an hour after the evil man left. "Dad... Daddy wake up... Wake up daddy... Please... Wake up... Mummy?" I cried. When neither of the got up I crawled back into the closet closing the door behind me. I knew the bad man killed them. 
     We stayed in that closet for a week until Uncle Damocles cam over. We didn't eat, didn't sleep, we didn't even go to the bathroom. Neither of us could bear to look out of the closet at our dead parents.
     "Meelah! Peter!"  Uncle Damocles yelled standing outside the door. When he walked in he fell to the floor, sobbing for his best friends and cousins. "Mariah! Chrystal!" He yelled. We crawled out of the closet slowly, and he wrapped us in his arms. I hadn't said a word after that. Not to Chrystal, not to Uncle Damocles, not even to my best friend James... That is... Until he came along. A boy who looked slightly more broke than I was, but he was different. He had scars on his face. Uncle Damocles brought him into my room one day, introduced us.
     "Hi I'm Remus..." The boy said quietly.
*End of Dream* 
     I woke up thinking about that day. The day I finally started talking again... The first time I loved a boy that wasn't my father or uncle... Or even James. I knew I couldn't stay mad at him forever. 
     I heard the light snoring of my favorite room mate Lily Evans. She looked so peaceful sleeping. Usually she looked slightly annoyed yet amused because she was being pestered by James. I got out some clothes for the day and headed for the shower. Once I was out and dressed I grabbed my bag, and headed down towards the library. I had assignments I had to finish, along with an epic prank I had to think up.
     Around lunch time I had finally decided to take a break. I had gotten many of my assignments done so I only had a few more. At lunch I went to the great hall, letting my mind wonder to my dream for the first time since I woke up. When I was little I would often dream of my parents, and the night they died, but it had been years since then. I usually had Remus to help me through it but not this time. My studies were the only way to distract me it seemed.

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