I remember the day that I last saw my parents. The day was sunny with bright blue skies. My mother, father and I were walking in a field behind Westbrook Street. "Where are we going?" I wanted to ask, but I had a feeling that I wouldn't get an answer, when I looked up at my mother and father I could mother's face was pale and her eyes and nose were red as if she was going to cry. My father on the other hand had a stern look on his face with a slight smirk upon his lips.
After walking for a while which seemed like an eternity we finally came upon a large wooden house with room's coming out in all directions. Nothing was holding the rooms up so it must be supported by magic. Outside on the porch was a woman with shoulder length, red curls. "Hello? Is this the Weasley household?" My father asked. "Yes. I am assuming that you are the Dupree family, what a pleased to meet you." The woman said moving toward me and only me.
When she finally reached us she looked at my mother with sad eyes, her face turned almost as pale as my mother's, but the fact that my mother had metamorphic abilities I doubt that she could. "Sweetie, from now on you are going to be staying with Mrs. Weasley, she has a son about your age that you can play with." my mother's voice cracked and a tear fell as she said this.
My father pushed me into the lady's arms and pulled my mother away from me. He started dragging her away back in the direction we came from. By this point I was crying, trying to break through the woman's grasp "Mommy! Mommy! Don't leave me! Mommy!" I screamed. I could hear my mother crying, she couldn't hold back her tears any longer. "Mommy! I love you!" I yelled my eyes stinging from the tears. "I love you, too baby. I'm so sorry" I heard her say faintly, she was already so far away. "I forgive you!" I say hoping that she heard me. When she turned her head I knew that she had.
I kept watching and crying and wondering why my father was separating us. He never liked mom and me ever since last year when she told him that she was a wizard and that I might be, too. He didn't believe her until she started making things levitate. She also showed him her metamorphic abilities by turning her arms into wings.
Then I noticed that they stopped about a mile away, they looked like tiny ants in the distance. My father raised up his hand which was holding something, but I couldn't quite make out what it was. Mrs. Weasley covered my eyes and pressed my head against her warm body. I knew what was going to happen, so I braced myself for what was going to happen. Then I heard the last thing that I would ever hear of my mother. It was her faint scream in the distance.
