So, yeah, this is my first ever FanFic. Seriously, just tell me what I'm doing wrong/what I'm doing write, and so on. Depending on the reviews/the time I get to work on it, I'll see how often I can update.
Disclaimer: I am not, at all, in any way, shape, or form, J.K Rowling and none of these characters, apart from OCs, are mine. Thank you, have a nice day.
~Prologue~
The darkness of night shrouded the two figures as they silently raced towards the small house. One figure was considerably taller than the other, but just as thin. They both paused for a moment and flicked their wands at the house, checking for any protective charms. The taller figure nodded, and they both proceeded to approach the house. The smaller figure unlocked the door, and they both disappeared inside the small building.
A small family lay in their beds asleep that night, unaware of the danger entering their own front door. The youngest child, an eight-year-old boy, sat up in his bed. He swung his legs over the side, and slid down, trying not to awaken his parents. He slowly went down the stairs in search of a small snack, preferably the last piece of cake from his birthday party that day. He paused when he saw a dark shape moving in the living room. When he realized that there were two shapes, and that those shapes were people, he screamed.
In a flash of light, his screams were cut short. The two people ran up the stairs, aiming to get the job done as quickly and efficiently as possible. The shorter one met the parents headfirst, and took them out right away. The second figure entered the second bedroom, killing two more children as they slept.
A day later, the newspapers all featured the same story: "Family of five, mysteriously murdered," or "Muggle attacks continue without any signs of faltering."
Later that same night of the attacks, Lily Evans splashed her face with water, trying to wipe away any evidence on her face. She grew two more roses in her window garden, and shut the lights out. Before she went to sleep, she added another two lines to the growing row on her upper arm: two more dark lines for two more lives destroyed by her own hand.
The last thing Lily saw before falling asleep were her Death Eater robes, nearly glistening in the moonlight from her window. They loomed over her room like a ghost; like the souls of those she had killed watching her.
She didn't sleep that night.