"Before, you go...you have to come with me.." Draco insisted. 

I quit folding my clothes and gathering my accessories. "Where?"

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"Oh, Mr. Malfoy it's been long since I've seen you!" Mr. OlIivandar greeted with excitement flowing in his voice. "I remember you were this small.." he gestured his hand beneath his chest. "Look at you now, you have grown a foot taller than me.."

Draco awkwardly nodded. "Oh, and Emerlyn you, I remember exactly  came with that other boy and fought over which wand you wanted!" He gave a laugh.

My mood drastically dropped, that boy was Tom. 

I was hoping he didn't remember anything else.

"Yea..it's been long.." 

"What brings you both here?"

"I was actually here to ask if I could get the same wand that you gave me more than a decade ago.." Draco spoke. "You see due to an accident, I broke it.."

"No worries..no worries...but I suppose, you must have other wands with you?" 

"I do, but that one worked the best for me, I had an attachment with it..you know.." 

"Well, do you mind saying the description of the wand?" Mr. OlIivander began shuffling through the edged boxes as Draco described his previous wand. 

"I suppose it'll be a matter of time until they'll be another platinum blonde head looking for a wand as well." Mr. Ollivander handed Draco, his desired wand and I scratched the back of my neck.

Draco and I had never discussed having children, and I don't think we ever going to. 

"Thank you Mr. Ollivander, for making me feel really old," Draco replied in return with a plastered smile. 

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Before, I had left to see the Riddles. I began searching for a precious present for Serena. Yet I failed couldn't find anything valuable to her liking. Almost, enraged decided it was enough and exited the shop.

Only to bump into Mattheo. 

"Emerlyn?" I studied Mattheo, who was wearing a thin black coat, with his hair parted and alongside him, he held a small fancy bag.

I almost ignored him and was about to walk away cockily. 

"Emerlyn!" He exclaimed. "You have quit ignoring me!"

I dangerously turned around shooting an infuriated glare at him. "Peut-être que si tu arrêtes de me demander où habitent tes frères et sœurs, Je pourrais arrêter de t'ignorer!"

(TRANSLATION: "Maybe if you quit asking me where your siblings live, I might stop ignoring you!")

I didn't want to speak in a language that every bystander could understand, hence, I chose to speak in French with Mattheo. 

"Je ne pense pas que tu doives décider si Je dois savoir où vivent mes frères et sœurs..." Mattheo declared. I stayed silent.

(TRANSLATION: "I don't think you are to decide whether I should know where my siblings live...")

"Que diriez-vous de dire à Serena que je suis ici en Angleterre et de la laisser décider du reste?" Mattheo continued. 

(TRANSLATION: "How about you tell Serena, I'm here in England, and let her decide the rest?")

"And what about Tom?"

"Forget about Tom...I don't think, I'm even worth his apology..." Mattheo's eyes were glued hopelessly to the ground, seeing his desperation to meet his sister, I gained a tad bit of pity. 

"Fine..." I answered him, his face filled with joy. "I'll tell her and we'll see what she decides." 

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It had been eight months since I had been married.

Eight months without what I once called home. 

"How's your injury now?" Serena inquired, closing the door behind us.

"Recovering..although..it'll take some time.."

"Emerlyn." Serena suddenly dropped the topic being discussed and took enough steps to the point where we stood shoulder to shoulder. "I want to apologize.."

I was perplexed. 

"Before you got hurt, I realized how much of a bitch I was being to you, just because you took Tom's side." 

A flash of memories circled in my mind. "Oh Serena, it's fine....I've known you since my childhood and I also knew you were eventually gonna get over it..." 

"Emerlyn, I love you," she rushed into a tight embrace, the vanilla scent of hers stuffing my nose.

"I love you too, Serena.." I responded. "Did you apologize to Tom?"

We set apart, and she simultaneously slightly shook her head. "He's been having an inquiry at work..."

We began walking towards my neglected room. "By the time he comes back, I'm already asleep or at a night-shift.."

Explains why he wasn't around. 

"Hence, I never got the chance too and usually I'm home alone, or sometimes invite my boyfriend over..." 

"Don't tell me, you fucked him in my bedroom.."

"You're safe.." A few chuckled escaped our lips, filling the dense atmosphere of the hall.

I opened the wooden door and a wave of nostalgia devoured me enitrely. I studied my abandoned room, everything was at it's place. My bed, my study desk, my vanity. Everything was the same. 

I had practically grown up in this room, a pool of various emotions whirled in my heart. I was unsure on how to feel at this given moment.

"Gosh...I missed this room.." I mumbled as I walked in the room. I had visited the Riddles a few times, but never actually bothered stepping in my room even once.

"Well, after you're done with Lucius, you're coming right back here.." 

"No, I'm not." Serena knited her eye-brows together, I was unsure if it was because of confusion or shock. "I'm staying with Draco...forever.." 

"Wait...what?" She replied, astonished. "How did that even happen?"

"I think I fell in love with Draco... at that date we went to...when he asked me if I preferred the moon or the sun..." I began opening up, I had never actually told anyone about the feelings stirred up in me. 

"I was too ambitious to admit anything to myself which put me in a denial for a really long time.." I continued. 

"Hontesly, you were..." Serena asserted. "By the way, I was cleaning up and a found few off your..stuff..you might wanna look at.." 

My curiosity sparked, as I opened a stubborn sketchbook. I had practically forgotten my love for art, the determinations to go after the killers had killed the shimmer in my art. "Gosh...I forgot how much I love art..."

I opened an older sketch book, then a few recent diaries I had written, till I found my oldest one. 

I blew some of the rust away from the hard black cover and opened the first page flashed with dead memories. 

The buried memories of Axel began flowing yet again.

A/N: Okay starting from the next chapter, you'll be reading Emerlyn's diary from December 1996 - April 2004. 

I'll write a separate author note and explain everything in detail before we begin.