My hands were covered in blood. Innocent blood from small children that would've had their whole lifes in front of them if it wasn't for me.

Laughter escaped my lips as I took in the scene, the parents lying on the floor, their bodies twisted in unatural angles and faces filled with pain and their mouths opened in silent screams. And the children were covered in blood, and some of it was running down the floor, gleaming proudly in the afternoon sunlight as I took in what I'd created.

Artistic.

I turned to leave, the dress that clung to my curves swinging with every movement and my hair was crackling with magic.

As I left the house I couldn't help but laugh once again as I thought of what I'd done, my red painted mouth, the color of blood twisted to a sneer as I looked at the house, with its cute little fence and the white painted house looking like something from a fairytale.

Disgusting.

I apparated away, my laughter echoing in the silent neighbourhood and smoke surrounding the house I'd just left.