It happened again.. just like the last time, and the time before... she had no control over her thoughts and her memories. But unlike last time, where there were flickering moments of her life, more or less like a slide show or a photo album, this was... more contained.

A single memory washed over over, as if she had taken a step back in time.

She twelve, it was the summer holidays and she was stuck in her fathers office working on her potions. The ingredients layed out before her included beetle eyes, dittany, nettles and dandellion roots. Her cauldron was simmering away, a mist formed on the surface with a light lilac infusion beneath. Her textbook lay open on the floor along with scrolls of parchment and empty ink wells. Her father sat behind his desk, watching....

But the memory flickered and changed...

Laying on a patch of frozen browned grass, she looked over the cliff edge down at the valley below, and around at the mountains. Her hands were frozen, her hair clung to her face and her cheeks were red from the stinging wind. She didn't mind all that much ...

And again....

She was six this time, her room was dark... pitch black with a small stream of light filtering through her curtain from the moon. He was there... in her room... wand in one hand... and a silver blade in the other. She couldn't talk, she couldn't scream... she just watched...

"NNnnnooo!", yelled Emily, fighting with all her might to keep Izzy out. In her haste she had dropped her wand... leaving it forgotten on the floor.
Rubbing her temple Emily tried to recover....
It hadn't lasted long, but she had seen enough in that time.