𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 || 𝒘𝒕𝒎 || 𝒋𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓

₀₂

The movie started and the screen faded in. As it did so, the woman in the portrait was shown standing as she usually did in her lone corridor. Nobody was walking the corridor at the moment, but that soon changed as Dumbledore entered the shot, walking up to her portrait. She looked down at him, her face remained indifferent but her eyes were seeming with anger.

''I see your not so happy to see me, I don't see why.'' Dumbledore spoke up, a gleam in his eyes that was extremely unnerving.

The woman just shook her head with a roll of her eyes, looking back down she gave him a look as if to say 'what do you want'. To which he just replied by smirking. Something a lot of people had never seen him do.

''Seems you don't like your home. I thought it would do just fine for you, putting you in here, guess not, seeing as you still can't do as your told . . . oh well, I guess I'll just have to move you. So you can't bother anything else.'' The man's smirk grew as he wrung his hands together, twiddling his thumbs together, as if bored. The woman stared at him wide-eyed, trying to figure out what exactly was going to happen to her.

Dumbledore's arm rose, hand in grasp, he murmured something and the portrait disappeared. Any evidence left of her existence gone without a trace.

''What the actual fuck!'' James shouted, anger clear on his face.

By now, save from a select few, everyone had figured out that the woman in the painting was infact not dead, but trapped inside the painting itself.

''Where the fuck have you put her? Because I swear to Merlin, if I get my hands on you, the last thing you'll be able to do is scream in agony when I rip you to shreds.'' Sirius Black inputed. Remus holding him down as he tried to advance on Dumbledore himself.

James looked to his left to see Lily, the woman in the paintings supposed best friend, having a shocked look on her face but her eyes showed annoyance. Something that took James by surprise. I mean, why would Lily not care, and even worse, find this annoying?

James moved his attention back to the situation at hand. The minister of magic had now stood and was ordering his select few aurors that came along to detain the headmaster. They used a spell to tie him down to his chair, choosing to deal with him later, because they wanted to find out more information on exactly what happened to the woman in the painting.

The screen faded back in, this time showing a younger version of the woman in the painting, she looks to be about 11 years old, standing with her parents at Hogwarts Station. She looks up towards her mother, only to be met with a look of distaste. ''Go.'' is all she says before turning and disappearing along with her father, who didn't spare her so much as a glance.

James was seething. He never liked the woman in the pictures parents, and never will. He thanked Merlin that they were dead.

Others simply looked on in indifference or disgust in how her parents chose to treat their child.

The younger girl sighed and turned her head back to the red train in front of her, she bent down and picked up her luggage, then handing it off to a worker and boarding the train. She was used to her parents ignorance and lack of care . . . she had grown up with it her whole life.

She was looking through compartments to sit in when she came across one with a ginger haired girl and long black haired boy, she knocked on the door and slid it open slowly once she was motioned to come inside. ''Hi, I was just wondering if I could sit with you.'' She wrung her hands together and played with her thumbs, rocking back and forth on her heels awkwardly, she hated asking for things, always has.