the secret - chapter 13

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As Julius, Adreanna, and I sat in the Hogwarts classroom, Professor Quirrel approached us with a mysterious air. He said, "You all are here for a reason. But I'm not the one to explain. He is," His words were cryptic and left us feeling uneasy. Despite our fear, I tried to appear calm and interested in what he had to say. Suddenly I felt intense pain. I fell to the ground. It felt like something was entering my mind. Or someone. Memories flashed before my eyes. My memories. As I skipped about in a vast green meadow outside my aunt and uncle's mansion, I felt a sense of freedom and joy. The sun was shining bright, and the sky was a deep shade of blue, without a single cloud in sight. My aunt, Lilian Burke, and uncle, Rick Burke, were the owners of this grand mansion, which stood tall and proud, overlooking the vast land surrounding it. Being almost seven years old, I eagerly awaited my upcoming birthday on August 12th, which was just a month away. However, I was alone in the meadow, as my cousins, who lived with us, distanced themselves from me. My mother's family, the Burkes, were a well-known Slytherin pure-blood family. As my grandmother was a muggle, it made my mother and uncle half-bloods, which many pure-bloods looked down upon. My Mom wanted to prove them wrong. Uncle Rick was sorted into Ravenclaw, but my mother was sorted into Slytherin. Mom and Uncle Rick became enemies. Mom wanted to be a powerful dark witch, but Uncle Rick didn't want to be a part of the whole "pure-blood is better" thing. Apparently, my mom got in with the "wrong sort" and had me with someone. My father killed her and named me. I then was sent here, to live with my only family. Simple, it sounds. But I'm sure there is much I have not been told. Suddenly I heard Aunt Lilian say, "YOU! GET OVER HERE!" As Aunt Lilian called out to me, I could sense the irritation in her voice. She never referred to me by my name, but always as "you," as if I were a mere object. I quickly rushed to her, fearing the worst, but not surprised by her words. "Get all your stuff. We finally can get rid of you," she said, her voice sharp and cold. I ran to my small room, which was barely enough to fit a bed and a desk, and packed all my belongings in my light blue Jansport backpack. As I hurried downstairs, I saw a man with long, platinum-blonde hair waiting by the door. He looked at me with a calm and collected expression and greeted me, "Hello, Storm." My aunt flinched at the mention of my name, showing how little she cared for me. "Come with me," the man said, and without questioning anything, I followed him into his black Limo. As we drove for about 30 minutes, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The sun didn't seem to shine as brightly as it did outside Aunt Lilian's mansion. A huge black gate opened, revealing the gray, ominous-looking mansion. It was at least 15 times bigger than Aunt Lilian's house. Everything about this place felt wrong, and I couldn't quite put my finger on why. I saw a boy my age outside. He looked very similar to the man who brought me here, I assumed he was his son. "Follow me to your room. It's your parent's old room." He said. I stayed silent and followed him. I passed the boy, but I don't think he saw me. "I am Lucius Malfoy by the way," Lucius said. We walked to the third floor, and he led me to a huge bedroom. It was painted black, with a wooden floor. The bed was a king-size bed that was emerald green. The room had many Slytherin decorations. "Stay here," Lucius said. "Thank you," I responded. Of course, I was curious about this room. It was my parent's old room. 'Maybe I can learn something about them' I thought. As I looked around, it became very clear that my parents were Slytherin. I was very proud. Slytherin was obviously the best house. I didn't know much about Hogwarts, though. Aunt Lilian and Uncle Rick didn't tell me much about, well, anything. I figured out a lot though. I looked through their desks when they weren't home, and I always was trying to find out more. I noticed a chart that was etched into the wall. It said: Muggles killed S | T 111111111111111111 | 11111111111111111111 1111111111111111111 | 11111111111111111111 | 11111111111111111111 |111111111111111111111 T WINS It looked like some sort of sick game. My parents were death eaters. Tysm for reading!! Who do u think is Storm’s parents? If u guess correctly u get a shoutout on my profile (I kind of already said it lol) (Note: the chart only works on certain devices) This is a little backstory