Tray Black: The OTHER Boy-Who-Lived

A Crazy Life

Candace was better company than Tray expected. She was just as much a prankster as he, himself, was. There was a boy in the class, Dudley Dursley, who looked like he only needed a tail to become a genuine pig. Tray pointed him out to Candace, who had, unsurprisingly, already noticed him.

Tray then showed who Dudley's cronies were. There was Piers, Mitchell, Daniel, and Lenny. She laughed at them, covering up for herself by turning her laughs into a hacking cough. Tray so enjoyed playing tricks on them.

Later, at recess, Candace noticed that Dudley and his gang were hurting another kid, who Tray told her was Harry Potter. Candace stared at him as if that name was important, but he didn't notice. She said, "Well, let's go help him!" "Uh, uh," said Tray, "When Dudley's beating up Harry, nobody can interrupt without getting beat up, too."

Candace didn't listen. She walked right up to Dudley. "You stop it now, Dursley." "Oh, and what are you gonna do if I don't?" he replied threateningly. "I'll sock ya one, here, now, in front of everybody!" "Ha! You hear that boys? A girl thinks she could hurt me! Ha!" he turned back about to hit Harry again.

Candace grabbed him, pulled him around to face her, and punched him, right in the jaw. Unfortunately, at that moment a teacher came around. Tray ran up to Candace. "You better run, you'll get detention!" he whispered urgently in her ear.

"Miss Lupin, what on Earth do you think you're doing?" asked the teacher, sounding a bit surprised. "I'm making sure that those 'boys' never beat up Harry again." "Well, that's no excuse to break a boy's jaw! I think the principal will want to see you. You too, Mr. Black. Mr. Potter, you might have to justify for these two troublemakers."

Tray and Candace followed the teacher reluctantly. Harry was walking uncomfortably behind them. Upon entering the principle's office, they knew that the principle had it good. His office was decorated with paintings by famous artists. The chairs were covered in plush leather that had not a speck of dirt on them, whatsoever.

~~*~~

Toni Sparila had spent almost her entire life in Hogwarts. Her mother and father had been killed by one of You-Know-Who's supporters. Her younger brother, Dylan, had been killed as well.

She was now in her second year at Hogwarts. She had grown up there, knowing all along how lucky she was, but also that her luck was at a great cost. In her common room, every night, she sat by the fireplace and thought about the seemingly brief time when she had had a family.

No one understood. None of them had ever had as terrifying an experience as that night, 9 ½ years ago, when she had lost the three people she cared about more than anyone else in the world. The staff and students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry were her family now.

~~*~~

I wonder what I would be doing right now if I still had a real family

, thought Toni, during one of her History of Magic classes. It was easy to let her mind wander during Professor Binns' lectures. They were currently studying the history and development of the Unforgivable Curses, the Imperious Curse, the Pain Curse (more like torture curse), and the Killing Curse.

Toni noticed the Weasley Twins, Fred and George whispering to each other behind their hands. Well, they're certainly having a good time. I can't wait to see what their next prank is, she thought lazily, as she skimmed down the page they were currently supposed to be reading. She noticed a list of the witches and wizards that had been killed by the Killing Curse.

McKinley, Georgia

McKinley, Adam

Nardock, Jonathan

Nardock, Christa

Potter, James

Potter, Lily

Griffin, Tanya

Griffin, Louis

Zilchanov, Edina

Zilchanov, Harold

Arol, Lee

Arol, Dana

Carisod, Danielle

Carisod, Alfred

Dumbledore, Chelsea

Figg, Thomas

Krum, Lorenzo

Fudge, Henry

Fudge, Lara

Sparila, Logan

Sparila, Lauralie

Sparila, Dylan

Toni gasped. Everyone stared at her. "Would you mind sharing what startled you so with the class, Miss Sparila?" asked professor Binns. "I-I was looking at the page, and-and they have my parents names in here!" she managed. Everyone looked at their books. Toni fought hard to blink back her tears.

Half the class gasped as they found her parent's name. "I'm sorry, Toni," said Tara-Lee, her best friend, "We had no idea--" "Maybe that's because I never wanted to talk about it. I had hoped that maybe no one knew, and that I would just forget. But it's hard to forget it when you see the place you called home collapse on top of your dead parents and baby brother."

Toni was glad when class let out. She wanted to be alone. She went to Dumbledore's office. As she stepped in, she noticed that Dumbledore wasn't there. She breathed deeply. "Lo' Fawkes," she said as she stepped behind his perch.

There was a hidden room behind the panels of stone there. She tapped the seemingly solid wall on a brick that was just below her eye level. She entered the room. The room had been added by Dumbledore. It was a place where she could go and reflect on her memories without interruption.

She flopped down on the rug that she had placed there, and cried. She cried, and cried. She remembered her brother, dead before he was even a year old. She had just turned three when he was wiped from the face of the Earth. Her parents... she didn't want to think about it.

She blamed herself for Dylan's death. If only she hadn't flown out so far before she went back for him! She would have saved him! This thought only made things worse. She began crying so much that she cried herself to sleep.