A cool wind blew. My cloak billowed out behind me like ghost in the night. Everything was submerged in darkness, but I could just make out the shapes of tall buildings stretching up towards the heavens like great pillars holding up the sky. Squinting, I noticed the bright red phone-box Ivan and I had sped past on our motorcycles, and there was the alleyway we had first met. It was strange how almost nothing had changed in nearly a year. I walked on, old memories rising up with each step. The statue by which me and my sisters used to play. Our favourite tree to climb. It was painful to recall the events of my old life, but I kept moving, trying to push away the thoughts that were swirling in my mind. Finally, I arrived at my childhood home, or what was left of it. It had been reduced to a mound of ash and rubble and the smell of smoke still lingered in the air. I saw looming metal pillars rising up from the remains of the house, standing there tall and strong. Looks like they’re all ready trying to rebuild it I thought. Just then, a glint of gold caught my eye. Curious, I kneeled down and started digging through the ruins. Soon, I came across an old photo. The frame was cracked and covered in grime, but I still managed to distinguish what it was. It was of my family. They were all wearing fancy clothes, my mother and sisters dressed in glittering gowns and my father in a black tuxedo. As I peered closer at the picture, I saw that I had been scratched out of the picture. When I studied other remains of the fire, I noticed that I had been cut out of every, single family picture. This realization was a huge blow. I knew that they wouldn’t take kindly to my disappearance or the fact that I had failed to live up to the Black family name, but I didn’t think they would completely erase me from family history. Fresh tears began to fall as I remembered all the happy memories from when I was a child, now turned dark and ugly, poisoned by this discovery, like when you spill a bottle of ink on a book you were writing and you watch as everything turns to darkness. Suddenly, I heard a voice behind me. “Well, well, well. Look who decided to return.” I spun around to see Bellatrix and Narcissa standing there with their arms crossed. “Bella?” I said, my voice shaking. “Cissy?”

“It’s Miss Black and Mrs Malfoy to you,” spat Bellatrix.

“Mrs Malfoy?” I said, very confused. That’s when I noticed the sparkling diamond ring on Narcissa’s finger.

“Well, future Mrs Malfoy. Me and Lucious engaged now,” announced a very excited Narcissa and Bellatrix shot her a glare.

“You and Lucious are engaged?” I gasped. “But you’re only eighteen!”

“That’s old enough!” she snapped back. “Now why are you here? I doubt you came to hear about wedding arrangements.”

“I heard about the fire,” I replied. “Bellatrix sent me a letter.”

“As if,” scoffed my twin sister. “You left us without a second thought, all because of some stupid argument.”

“Yeah, I bet you don’t even care,” agreed Narcissa.

Just then, I noticed that one of my siblings were missing. “Wait, where’s Andromeda?” I questioned.

“She left us for that mudblood Ted Tonks,” answered Bellatrix, her voice bitter with hatred. “Now leave!”

“But-’’.

  “No buts, just go.”

I looked at her, my eyes filled with sorrow and sadness. Then, with a heavy heart I stood up and slowly trudged back to the train station.