Do you have enough love in your heart.... 

...To go and get your hands dirty

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memory #01

date: June 2nd 1941
people: Freyja O'Lone, Brea McQuid, Michael Gray, Lora Carver
location: Beauxbatons academy of magic

"My mother sent me a letter earlier today but I didn't had time to read it" Freyja sat on the grass next to her friends. Michael grabbed the envelope from her hand and opened it within seconds.
He studied the paper and then made a shocked expression. "Hoy fuck!"
The three girls gathered around him, trying to read the paper.

Freyja took the letter out of Michael's hand. "Back of, it is mine! "
After she read it, she turned to Michael. "Why are you so surprised?"

"Can someone tell us what's happening?" Lora yelled.

"So... " Michael started "As you know, my dad works with Freyja's mom in the ministry. And as you also know, there is a war going on in the muggle world. The wizarding world is trying not to get involved but now my dad with Lilith O'Lone and the British ministry of magic are fighting with the French ministry of magic on whether or not we should take part "

"And why is that our business? " Brea asked and sat under the tree next to Lora.

"Here's why we have a problem." Freyja continued "There is a girl in our school. Luna Côté. Her father is the French minister of magic. Long story short, we have a short of spy in our school"

"I don't get it" Lora said.

"I am not really sure what she wants to do, but I think she is trying to either learn information or hurt me and Michael."

"And what should we do?" Brea asked but no one answered.

"Kill her?"

"Come one, Michael. We don't have to" Freyja said.

"I think we do. That's what happens to spies. Also, if she is about to hurt us, we better hurt her first."

"We are not serial killers!"

"Didn't you murdered your own cousin, Freyja?"
Lora, Brea and Freyja turned and looked at Michael with wide eyes.

"Michael!! You were the only one I told!"

"Sorry... I didn't knew... "
Freyja gave him an angry look and let out a sigh.

"If you don't want to do it, I can. But I will need your help." Michael said, hoping for a positive answer.

"Okay"

memory #02
date: 15 July 1941
people: Freyja O'Lone, Brea McQuid, Michael Gray, Lora Carver
Location: O'Lone manor

"What we did was very, very bad." Lora said when she got up from her friend's bed.

"What Michael did. We didn't took part!" Freyja comforted her friend

"Don't blame only me! You helped too! "

"Well, at least now we don't have to worry about spies."

"I will turn us in. We will go to Azkaban!"

"Lora, shut up! None of us is going in Azkaban! " Freyja sat in her bed, where Lora was previously sitting.

"No. I will tell everyone what you did. You shouldn't have done it."

"Lora, if we go to prison, you go too."

"No, I won't. Because I w-... will... I will be the one who turned you in. So, I... I... I won't. "

"We are friends, remember? You don't turn in your best friends." Brea moved closer to her but she moved away.

"You all stopped being my friends when you decided to do such a bad thing. I can't take it anymore. I am going to the bathroom and then I will go to the police!"  Lora run into Freyja's private bathroom.

"We have to do something about her. She is going mad."

"What do you suggest, Michael? Kill her like we did with Luna?"

"Exactly my dear Freyja. And just because you had the idea, you will do it."

"I didnt meant it! It was a joke!" 

"What a shame then..."

"I heard what you want to do to me and I am not going to let you!" Lora was standing in the bathroom door frame. 

"I didn't meant it, Lora"

"The hell you did, Freyja. You want to get me out of the way because i want to tell the truth." Lora got out of the bedroom and started running throught the castle.

"Freyja... If you will"

    Freyja ran after her. The girl was fast but our main character is faster -and knows the place better-. Lora entered an empty guest bedroom.  "Lora... i just want to talk." Freyja got in after her. They had at least five feet distance. "I don't!" Freyja moved closer but Lora was walkng away until her back hit the wall. 

"Micheal wanted me to kill you. But i wont." Lora looked at her with a puzzled look. "Imperio... Lora Monic Carver... you will run as far way from here as possible. Everyone will know you are dead. Your sister will be charded with your murder. You will forget everything that happened in your life, including this night. You will forget every single one of our convesations. You will forget me, Brea, Micheal, your family and friends. You have a new name now. Alice Smith. You will go in America and never come back. From this moment, you are a muggle."

     Once Freyja was done with the spell, Lora run away. Her place was replaced with a corspe looking just like her. "I am so sorry. . . "

         Freyja got back in her room where micheal and Brea were waiting. "I did it. We will blame Lola for it."

"Good job, Freyja."

"No..."

"What do you mean no, Brea? Do you want to take the blame for it?"

"I didnt said that! But this is the second murder i am covering!"

"Do you think it was easy for me? Killing my best friend... Do you think i dont feel sad?"

"Oh, I doubt you have feeling, Freyja. And yes, i dont think you feel sad." 

memory #03 

date : 12 March 1942 

people: Freyja O'Lone, Madame Maxime 

location: Beauxbatons academy of magic

"Madmoizelle  O'Lone, we need to talk." Madame Maxime  stood at the top of the staircase while Freyja was at the bottom.

"Is everything alright, madame?"

"I am afraid not. In my office. Now." Freyja walked up the stairs into Madame Maxime's office. She sat at one of the velvet blue chair, in front of the headmaster's desk. She was never called in the office. Thats why she was really scared. 

"I have been informed that you have been doing things that are not allowed in our school, Freyja. Like bulling and black mailing students."

       Freyja was shocked. Did one of the girls spoke about it? No... that would be crazy. They were all afraid of her. They wouldn't dare to do so. "I am afraid i do not understand what you are talking about, madame"

"I think you do."

"But i could never do that. I am an excellent student. The  best on my year. You dont actually believe that i could do such thing. They are just rumours!"

"We both know that they are not. I asked your classmates. Most of them statted that you have not done anything like that."

"That's what i told you"

"BUT a few girls, actually, said otherwise. You have been harasing four students, three of them are muggleborn. You know very well, madame Freyja, that racism and bulling are extremely forbidden. Our school is a safe space for witchs and wizards to learn magic in harmony and peace."

"Who told you all those lies?"

"They are not lies, Freyja. Madmoizelle McQuid made the first step and then the rest girls followed."

     Freyja let out a sigh and let her head fall back. 

"I am afraid, madame O'Lone, that i have to expell you from Beauxbatons academy of magic."

"But madame...!!"

"You know the rules, Freyja. You have to go. Your mother has been infromed. You are leaving toning"

memory #04

date: 17 july 1942 

people: Freyja and Lilith O'Lone 

location: Minister's office, ministry of magic

"Tom riddle died?" Freyja was at her mother's office, reading some papers on the top of the desk.

"The senior ,not your friend. Don't worry,"

"I don't"

" I told you a thousant times, you shouldn't read my papers."

"I am bored!" 

"Read a book. These are private documents."  Freyja rolled her eyes but despite her mother's warnings, she continued reading the papers.  "Michael Gray?" Freyja looked at Lilith comfused.

"Why is my best friend on the death papers?"

"I told you to stop reading those!"

"When were you planning on telling me??!!"

"At the right time!"

"The right time?? Here it says that he has been dead since may!"

"I am sorry i didn't told you sooner."

"What happened?"

"Someone murdered him"

"Who?"

"Azrail Côté. Does that name reminds you of something? The french minister. He learned that Michael killed his daughter."

   Freyja took a deep breath and sat on the chair in front of her.

"I'm so sorry, Freyja. But you should have seen it coming. Dear, you need to stop. You don't have to be so evil and mean and bad"

Freyja scoffed. "You are just afraid i am becoming like you."

"Exactly. Nor me or your father are people you should look up to. "

"I thought you would be happy seeing me become like you or dad."

"I am not a good person. I don't want you to end up like me"

"Minister of magic, everyone is afraid or me and everyone respects me? I am pretty sure i do."

"Your friends are getting killed! It is a matter of time you die too! Why do you want to be evil so much?"

"There is no such thing as good and evil. And, honestly, it is not my fault! When other kids were falling asleep with fairytales, you were reading to me the deathly hallows"

"Your grandma was!"

"What if i want to be like my grandma?"

"You grandma had six husbands and she killed all of them.  She is not a good example."

"I am sorry that i cannot be the perfect child like my sister."

'I never said that"

"You are still not over her death, so you are trying to transform me into her. But i am not. I am not the perfect girl. I am not the perfect witch. I am not the perfect student. I do not know how to play the harp or the piano. I got expelled. I killed a person. I am not who you want me to be. But i dont care. Because i like who i am becoming. A lot. You may see a psychotic, cold-hearted bitch, but i see a strong, indepented woman. I am sorry that you don't see that i am happy with who i am."

"That is not you. You new friends brainwashed you."

"Oh, no. This is my true self."

"You need to stop hanging out with Riddle. He is no good to you."

"Maybe i am happy with him, too."

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