Remilda jolted awake, her skin felt cold but she could feel her back covered with sweat. She sat up slowly, and quickly pulled the locket over her head. She turned the gold locker around between her fingers for a bit, before popping the lock and opening it. Inside, there was no pictures. Instead, a thin layer of glass and on the other side was a liquid that had a curled up strand of something. 

      Her mind went back to her first time in Dumbledores office. The memories that were around the pensieve. She stared down at the locket before quickly snapping it shut. Her mind felt numb, she felt like a zombie really. As she stood up, tucking her locket in her pocket of her robe as she made her way down the stairs. The chatter from her friends echoed up the staircase. When she got to the bottom, Harry and Lucy were sitting by the fireplace and Ron and Hermione were on the couch. Then Remilda was at one of the tables, doodling when she should have been writing .

"Alright, Remilda?" Hermione asked as she saw Remilda emerge from the staircase.

Remilda quickly, perhaps too quickly, nodded her head. "I'm not feeling well. I'm going to go to the infirmary for something." she replied, keeping her voice monotone.

      From the corner of her eye, she saw Raelyn look up at her. Not at all convinced. Remilda couldn't hide it, the locket that was hidden tightly in her hand was practically burning her palm the more she thought about what could be inside of it. Well, she knew it was a memory, but what it was of was what was burning the front of her mind with questions? She had to admit, if it was important, if Voldemort had been showing her what was happening at that very moment; it was clever of her father to use that against him.

"I'll go with you." Raelyn said as she began to stand up, "A bit of an adventure in the castle after hours-"

"I'd rather go myself, thanks." Remilda said, cutting her off midsentence.

Raelyn rose an eyebrow sharply, "You sure?"

Remilda nodded, "Yeah, I'm sure." she replied, and made a quick exit out of the portrait hole.

      Remilda looked from side to side, making sure that nobody who would tell Umbridge would be around. So once she saw it was clear, Remilda quickly began to make her way in the direction of Dumbledores office. The entire way there, she felt already exhausted. Whatever had just happened in the room, it had never happened before. Nothing remotely close to it had ever happened.

"Out a bit late, are we, Miss Potter?"

      Remilda stopped in her tracks, hesitating before she turned around. However when she did, she felt relieved to see that it was only Professor McGonagall; one of the few professors to make it obvious she hated Umbridge as much as ninety-nine percent of the student body.

"I, uh, I was just going to see if the headmaster had sometime to talk with me..." Remilda said honestly as McGonagall descended down the stairs to the landing that Remilda was on.

"About what if I may ask?" she asked.

Remilda didn't say anything for a moment, "Just about the Azkaban breakout." she replied, which that wasn't a complete lie.

"Are you worried about your father?"

I should be more worried than I am, she thought. She had just seen him with Voldemort after all. She had seen him tortured at least twice. For all she knew, after he gave her that warning, Voldemort killed him. He could have been dead at that very moment...she hadn't thought about that possibility.

McGonagall sighed heavily, "Well, Miss Potter," she paused, "if it's urgent, I'm sure he will be able to spare a few minutes. Lemon drops and sherbert is the new password," McGonagall told her and her eyes studied Remilda for a moment. Her eyes landed on Remilda's hand that was clenching something so tightly that her knuckles were turning white. "Good luck." she said finally, giving her a small smile and nod before turning continuing on her way to the Gryffindor tower.

       Remilda watched her for a moment, as various thoughts began to flow through her imagination. Was her father dead? Was that the last time she'd see him at all? Perhaps he would have lived if he hadn't said anything about the locket. What could have been in the locket that was so important? His letter had been about remembering good things and having hope-- maybe it was just his favorite memory of her. But why had Voldemort gotten into her head? Why did he want her to see all of that? To intimidate her? To hurt her Dad? What could he have possibly gained out of it?

      Once she got to the statue that hide the entrance to the Headmasters office, she recited the password that McGonagall had told her. Sure enough the statue began to turn and revealed the staircase for her to take. She knew she just needed the pensieve, however she had no idea how she would ask to use it. At Ilvermorny you needed a very good reason, she expected it was no different.

"Minerva, I thought we had discussed everything that needed-" Dumbledore said simply as Remilda knocked and poked her head inside the office. When Dumbledore looked up from his desk, and saw Remilda, he looked surprised at first. "Miss Potter..."

"Professor McGonagall told me the password, I hope that's alright..."

"She must thing the reason for your meeting is important then," he said as she walked into the office, "is everything alright? You look like you've had one of the Weasley's sweets that have sent three first years to the hospital wing this year."

Remilda smirked a bit, "No, I haven't."

Dumbledore sighed and nodded, "Well, what can I help you with, Miss Potter?"

Remilda sat down across from him, "Well," she began slowly processing what she would say. But when the right words didn't come to her, she decided to just spit it out. "it sounds crazy, Headmaster," she sighed, "but I think my dad is with You-Know-Who."

Dumbledore sat forward in his seat at that moment.

"I haven't been sleeping well since the hearing, so I was taking a nap after I got back to the Gryffindor Tower. And I had this...dream. Only it didn't feel like a dream. And you-know-who said he was showing me everything that was happening, I think he was trying to get information out of my father. But then," Remilda stopped, huffing out a long breath of air, "this sounds insane, I know. But it's like my father was using what you-know-who was doing to me against him. He told me to open the locket he had gotten me for Christmas before he was...you know..."

Dumbledore remained quiet for a moment, thinking. His eyebrows pressed together, "Did you open the locket?" he asked.

Remilda nodded, the metal in her hand suddenly feeling heavy. So she quickly open her palm and set it on his desk. "It looks like there's memories in it, professor."

Dumbledore picked up the metal, turned it around a few times and then popped it open and then examined the contents inside. "It seem's you're right," he said, a bit complexed. His eyes then shifted from the locket to the pensieve. "Remilda," he began, "your father is a very quick thinker, there's a reason he wants you to see these."

"So...so you think that was actually happening?" she asked, "Why? Why was he showing me? Not Raelyn?"

Dumbledore sighed, "I suspect that the answer to that is in here." he replied as he stood up and began to make his way towards the pensieve, "You may watch them, but I do ask that you allow me to view them as well."

"Why?" Remilda asked, but then after a moment she decided it wasn't important to know why, the point was that she was going to. "Okay, yeah, sure. That's fine." she said quickly.

      Dumbledore pulled his wand from his pocket and gave it a swish. The golden locket floated from his hand and was above the pensieve. Then with another flick, the thin glass that protected the memories cracked and the strands of memories dripped from it and landed in the pensieve. It turned to something that looked like black ink as soon as it hit the water.

"Now, Remilda," Dumbledore began, "If these memories are what I believe they are," he paused, "you need to be prepared to see them. They are not fond memories really, in fact that are quite dark memories."

      Remilda stared at him, and then slowly nodded. The. With that, Dumbledore lowered his face into the water, and Remilda did the same. As she did, the black ink swirled around her and pulled her down into the pensieve to the memories...

      When she landed, the ink formed into the inside of a house. Not one that she had ever remembered living in. There was baby supplies all over the place. A box filled with different toys, a few teething rings on a coffee table in the middle of a small but cozy living room.

"-we shouldn't be gone that long," a male voice said from up a flight of stairs.

     Remilda turned around to see who it came from. And when she did, at a small dinning room table she saw her father. Much younger though. In his early twenties at least. Then at the end of the table beside him sat s baby, almost a year at least. It wore a dark green t-shirt with some sort of cartoon on it. The child had dark, thin hair as well. Along with food covering the front of her shirt.

"I think mum and dad are a bit nervous," Jacob said quietly to the child as he offered her another bite of whatever it was he was giving to her.

"James, it's a baby. We were gone for sixteen hours for Remmy!"

       Remilda felt her heart stop as she watched as a very pregnant woman with bright red hair came down the stairs and a man was right behind her. She recognized them from the pictures that her father had shown her growing up. But they were her aunt and uncle...the mere thought of that not being the case made Remilda want to be sick.

"Honestly, I can't imagine why you'd want two kids. Almost ten months a part," Jacob stated, "they're insane, Remmy. Absolutely nutty if you ask me." he said to the baby, causing a smile and a laugh to come out of her.

      Suddenly black ink engulfed everything, and everything changed. Then the image was of the same house, only this time it was Christmas. There was a Christmas tree up, and there were three young children now. One with dark hair in a bouncing seat, and then two girls who were each in red Christmas dresses. One had lighter hair, one had darker hair. The one with darker hair, she assumed was...well, her!

"What do you mean 'hiding'?!" the familiar voice of her mother, or the woman she thought was her mother, came from the small dining room that had a clear view of the children in the living room who were playing with their new toys.

"Dumbledore thinks it's Harry that Trelawney was talking about." the man from the last scene stated, James Potter.

"You can't honestly thing that nutter that they've let stay there as a Professor is right, do you?" Jacob asked, "James, in third year she predicted I was going to die from falling off of the walking bridge in a month!"

James had to fight back a chuckle.

"If it's true though," Lily Potter began, "we can't ignore it, Jacob."

Jacob scoffed, "I disagree."

"If you really let the Order put you into hiding," Allison began, "you know what that means, don't you?"

They were quiet for a moment.

"These kids don't deserve to be raised as if their existence is a secret. That isn't fair for them." Allison added.

"But if we don't, then you-know-who could kill them."

      Once again, black ink swiped up everything changed the scene. This time to a bedroom that had two cribs inside. One sported dark blue sheets, the other light purple. One of them had a child already sleeping in it, his hair was dark and already looked hard to tame. As did the other child's. Remilda couldn't even say it...she couldn't even say that the second child was here. She just couldn't even wrap her head around that idea. Her stomach was churning.

"Remmy," James sighed as he held her. Her small hands were locked around his neck, "you've really got to go to sleep..." he sighed. She had her small arms locked around his neck and her head rested on his shoulder. "then tomorrow, Uncle Jacob is going to come and get you," he added, "you need your sleep if you're going to survive with Raelyn." he scoffed a bit. He was quiet for a moment as he rocked back and fourth on his feet a bit, "Mum and I will come and get you when all this is over too...promise..."

      Suddenly James' voice became muffled and the voice of Jacob became more clear. So as Remilda turned, the scene changed and she was downstairs just as Jacob descended down the stairs.

"Do you think it's really the right thing, Jacob?" Allison asked as she stood by the dining table. She kept her voice quiet.

Jacob sighed, "I hope it is..." he began, "James is taking it pretty hard."

"Wouldn't you?" Allison asked.

Jacob was quiet and nodded, "But it's what's best, I think. If something does happen...not too many people know Remmy's name. They might not piece it together."

"By people, you mean you-know-who, don't you?"

       Once again, the scene disappeared and before the next scene even appeared, Dumbledore's voice came into hearing range. And when the scene revealed itself, it showed Allison, Jacob, and Dumbledore standing in the living room of their old house before they moved to the east coast.

"I'm on my way now to bring Harry to Lily's sister-"

"No," Jacob said quickly, his voice came out and it sounded hoarse as if he was crying. "he can come here, Albus. Really, we'll take him in too. You've never met Petunia and that husband of hers-"

Dumbledore held up a hand as if to silence him, "That child needs to grow up away from all of this. Until he is ready for it all." he said simply, "I'm so sorry about James and Lily," Dumbledore stated as a stray tear fell down his cheek. "but I expect that you'll raise Remilda as your own?"

Jacob quickly nodded, "Of course,"

       Then the ink swiftly returned, and this time you could hear shouting from two girls upstairs while Allison and Jacob both stood at the counter. With three unopened letter in front of them.

"I thought after we petitioned to have Remilda added to the Ilvermorny list, she'd be removed from the Hogwarts list?" Allison asked quietly.

Jacob shook his head, "It doesn't work like that, Ally," he sighed, "maybe she should go to Hogwarts, she should know that Harry isn't her cousin."

Allison sighed, "But she's comfortable here," Allison replied, "she has a good life thinking they are cousins...she isn't ready for that kind of attention on her, Jacob."

Jacob sighed heavily and picked up one of the letters, and Remilda saw emerald green ink. "I'll write Hogwarts back then and tell them she'll be attending Ilvermorny."

      Then once again the scene changed. This time it was one that Remilda remembered. It was just a few weeks after Harry reported that Voldemort had returned. She and Raelyn were doing their summer reading, well, Remilda was.

"Dumbledore wrote to me," Jacob began from the dinning room where he and Allison were both seated with paperwork in front of them. "he thinks that you-know-who is going to try and find her." he said quietly, glancing out the window towards the hammock that the two girls were sharing.

"Does he want us to tell her?"

"He said it's still up to us." he replied, "But if he is back...then it's not safe anymore for her. Even here. Hogwarts is the safest place for her as long as Dumbledore is there."

      Suddenly the black ink surrounded her and pushed her out of the pensieve. Remilda stood there, her fingers grinning the sides of the pensieve. She felt like she was actually going to be sick, her head was spinning. And when she took a step back she stumbled. Her eyes stayed glued on the pensieve as if there was something she was missing.

"That's what Voldemort wanted to know..." Remilda managed to get out. "h-he wanted t-to know if Harry really had a-a sister?"

Dumbledore was quiet for a moment, "He knew he had one..." Dumbledore began, "he wanted to know where she was..."

"I'm not really Harry's sister, am I?"  she asked, wanting to actually hear it.

Dumbledore looked at her, "You must not tell anyone, Remilda," he stated sternly, "you cannot let people find out that you are here. Not yet..."