Katie

9. What Was Once A Memory

It had been a month. An entire draining, restless and unforgiving month. I had fully adjusted to Hogwarts and the way things were. It seemed everything around me had calmed, except one thing.

His constantly brooding face and silver eyes would follow me around constantly. It seemed i could never get away. He began to turn up to lessons then eventually stop ditching and show up altogether, a sudden work ethic had hit him. I felt his eyes pierce needles through my skin every lesson as he watched me closely.

Draco never spoke a word to me. His torture for the other students seemed to become more than what i'd previously seen and heard about. He would plant traps along hallways and watch and admire as younger and sometimes even older people got trapped or tripped through them. His evil outshone any heavenly life within him.

He'd got into a real mess when one day he began a fight with Harry.

We were sitting at the lake. I had dipped my feet in the water, Harry and Ron began to roll their pant legs up and join me, while Hermione sat on a towel and read. The water was cool, it was only the middle of October. We sat in the warm air, admiring the dark lake. Beside us, a group of fourth years including Ginny were in the water somehow.

It was calm and peaceful, and gave me a break from the homework had set unrelentingly. As we sat, Harry suddenly fell backwards onto the ground, his feet were still in the water and suddenly thrashing. Ron jumped up along with Hermione who stood up to see the commotion.

A Throttle-Skewer, a rat sized beetle that ate hair, had landed on Harry. He had fallen back, trying to retain the bug that dug into the back of his head.

Hermione quickly rushed for her wand and non-verbally shot the bug far into the water where it drowned. We helped Harry up, and turned around to see him running towards the castle with Goyle and Blaise in tow.

It wasn't fair how he'd treated everyone, and i felt particularly guilty about it since it all began when he'd kissed me. It was clear his emotions were too much for him; they made him vulnerable and he didn't like that at all. So instead, he took his feelings out on every other human being in the school while following me around like a lost puppy.

My mind however was worse. Draco's affection aside, my mind couldn't clear itself of one thing that i'd never thought about for so long. My parents.

I'd obviously thought about it decently, but i never dove so deep into the though ever since the Daily Prophet wrote an article about a potential Potter twin.

I knew it was too far-fetched and unrealistic, so i settled for the next best thing to do, and that was to really find out who they were, once and for all.

I'd thought of many plans of how to do that. I thought about contacting the Auror department for missing children 15 years ago, but what if they denied me access to information that was private and confidential. My mind crossed to sending a letter to St Mungo's, i could send them my birthday and maybe they'd trace my mother if she gave birth, but again, confidentiality not to mention i could have been born elsewhere.

I'd given up hope, until a week before the holidays when i came over a dooming realisation. The one way i'd find out who my real parents were, would be to go to Squintons.

It took courage, but the morning of the Hogsmede train departure came, and i planned to be on the train when it left. I'd come back the next day.