Hi, this is just a little history-scene behind my character, it will soon come to the part where she goes to Hogwarts

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It was mid night. The leafless trees moaned, gazing down upon the graves of dead people. The full moon's silver light poured onto the deceased scenery. The wind howled as it teased the lifeless trees, swaying them back and forth.

In a nearby tree, a raven crowed.

The cemetery fell silent.

Clink.

The desperate opening of the cemetery gate echoed throughout the yard.

Breaking the silence, a young girl ran through the hushed graveyard, tears streaking down her terrified face as whimpering sounds escaped uncontrollably from her trembling lips.

The girl kept running at full speed, she had to get away, it was becoming too much.

As she scampered through the grave-yard, the wind wailed silently sending shudders throughout her blood-drenched figure. Pain shot every-where throughout her body, she could no longer run, she couldn't, and she had to stop. Her sprint, was becoming slower, her knees buckled after every forced step, but she had to go on.

'I can't stop running. I can't or else –'

Before she knew it, she was falling face first into the hard dirt.

She looked behind nervously yet quickly, searching for the cause of her fall. That's when she spotted the long, tangled stature that had gotten entwined onto her ankle.

She had tripped over a tree root.

Clumsily clambering up, panic shot through her body as she whimpered to herself, sobs escaping her bloody lips. She managed to grab a tree branch, and leaned on it slightly as she attempted to find a place to hide.

Her vision was clouded, as was her mind. She couldn't think straight. She hurriedly glanced around for an escape, when a bulky object caught her attention. It was a great head stone. Automatically, she sprinted towards it. The leaves crunched beneath her feet as she scampered to her safe destination. She jumped behind the head stone, not daring to peek around it. Rubbing her Necromancer ring nervously, she watched the ground intently.

Clink.

'He's here…' she thought in panic.

She moaned as a fresh stream of tears poured down her face; he was coming, coming after her. Heavy footsteps slowly advanced into her hiding place behind the large, marble head-stone.

He was going to kill her.

She had to cover her mouth with her hand, to prevent the sobs escaping, not to mention the tears which were still diminishing down her cut-up complexion. She couldn't run anywhere now, or he would see her and chase after her, or possibly kill her on the spot.

The footsteps stopped abruptly…an eerie silence hovered in the air for a few seconds.

Is he gone?

She took a small peak form behind the head stone.

No one was there, just the trees and the graves.

She seized a small intake of breath and closed her eyes as she took in the scent of the bitter air.

He was gone, she was saved.

Saved by the head stone.

She leaned against it, hoping to receive any sort of comfort from it. Strangely, it did. The head-stone's cold, hard surface did wonders to the cuts and bruises on her damaged face. She gently exhaled, as a tiny smile played on her lips.

"Didn't think you'd get away that easily, did you, Alex?" the deep, menacing voice asked in a growl.

Alex opened her eyes in shock and yelped. She stumbled as she attempted to get away, but he raised his hand and an unbearable pain shot through her head. Tears formed once again in her eyes.

"Please, no…please…PLEASE!" Alex screamed the last plea, as the pain became intense. She looked up at her father with hatred.

"YOU ARE NO DAUGHTER OF MINE!" her father shouted as he took out his wand, "CRUCIO!"

She screamed over and over again. The feeling…her organs were on fire, her skin was being ripped apart from her body, and her bones were being crushed in a grinder. Her father merely laughed at her, yet bore the same disgust in his eyes as he looked at his pathetic daughter.

"Please, stop…" the young girl sobbed through her loud screams, as her body writhed in pain. Her father growled, and held the grip even tighter on his wand.

"!" she screamed, she felt as if her body was being pulled apart in half.

"You are pathetic, weak…" he spat at her as he kicked her head into the headstone with such force, the marble cracked. He took the Cruciatous curse off her momentarily. Alex looked at him in fury.

What had she done, to deserve a father like that?

"Why…do you treat me like this?" she asked quietly, staring at the ground.

"WHY WERE YOU BORN?" he bellowed. Alex cried.

He bashed her head once more against the marble. The blood sprayed all over her.

Her own blood spilt… by her father. Father?

No. He was no father of hers.

"WELL? WHY WERE YOU BORN?" he barked as he slapped her cheek. A burning sensation coiled onto her face.

Anger bubbled in her stomach.

She pulled all her remaining strength together and muttered a curse under her breath.

"WHAT WAS THAT, BRAT? WHAT DID YOU-"

He stopped halfway and cussed, screaming at the burning sensation that was flitting through his right arm. Alex had burned it, with her necromancy spell.

He looked at her with fury and took out his wand. Before Alex could run, he grabbed her by the neck and smashed her fragile body into the ground. She moaned.

"YOU PATHETIC BEING, YOU WERE NEVER NEEDED IN THIS WORLD! YOU ARE WORTH NOTHING! YOU AREN'T NEEDED BY ANYONE! HOW DOES IT FEEL, HUH? TO KNOW THAT YOU AREN'T NEEDED IN THIS WORLD?" he roared as he proceeded to take out his wand, and cursed her.

Alex writhed in pain once again, and screamed at the top her lungs.

"SHUT UP, YOU LITTLE BITCH. SHUT THE FUCK UP BEFORE ANYONE HEARS!" he growled as he lunged towards her throat. Alex began shaking him off but he was too heavy. He was lying on top of her. And her bones which were already broken felt as if they had been smothered to bits.

He grabbed her head and pushed it forcefully to the left side. He opened his mouth. His jaw was nearing towards her neck. He was going to bite her…he was going to-

"ARGHHHHHHHHHH!" Alex screeched as he bit a chunk off her neck. She couldn't take it anymore. His face was filled with satisfaction as he gazed passionately at the gaping hole in her neck. Alex could feel she was dying. Her vision was feint, but her fury was never stronger. The blood poured vulnerably from her neck.

"How does that feel, huh?" he asked in a whisper barely audible. Alex attempted to throw him off her, failing.

"GET OFF ME!" Alex said as tears rolled down her cheeks. Her father became angry at this comment and took a knife from his pocket, holding it at her throat. Alex whimpered.

"Now, tell me how this feels…little bitch," he spat as he slowly cut her neck. Alex screamed over and over again.

She couldn't take it anymore,

him with his torture, him with his satisfaction after killing someone.

He made her life hell from the day she was born. He murdered the only family that loved her, and now he was the only one alive whom was blood-related to her. Alex didn't want to suffer anymore. He only caused her sadness and pain. He was no father of hers, NEVER…

But now was the day, she will avenge her family. The family that loved her. She looked in his eyes, with such hatred, before shouting-

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

His body fell limp onto hers, before rolling beside her.

Alex dared stare at it.

His eyes were blank, he was still. His body was still frighteningly large. The moon mad his skin pale. She glared once more at her father's corpse, before closing her eyes. She went silent and inhaled.

She had just killed her father.

Opening her eyes once again, she stared at the starry night sky. The moon gazed at her.

"Why," she asked the moon, "…why am I not satisfied?"

The moon just continued shining brightly. Alex felt weak. For the first time that night, she glanced down at her body. Her clothes were soaked red, as were her limbs. Her right leg had a large gash, which looked infected. Her arm was obviously broken in several places, probably from when her father cursed it using one of his dark spells. Her ribs were sticking out and there was a large bruise on her left arm. She needed medical attention, she herself, was dying.

Now that father was gone, she used her magic freely.

She curled her fingers, as her necromancer's ring gathered the shadows from the cemetery. Once the shadows assembled around her, they loyally waited for her next instruction.

"Medicos Regenerate," she rasped the healing spell. Her voice was hoarse. The slit and bite from her neck was starting to pay its effects. She could barely speak due to the damage done to her voice box. Nevertheless, the shadows wrapped themselves around her body at once and began their job.

They were cold; she could feel the darkness working within them, as they healed her wounds. It hurt the most as they were repairing her bones. She could feel them grinding their way back to their normal position, and as for the cuts, they were mending nicely. Once the shadows had finished their work, she let them go, inspecting herself. She looked fine, but inside she wasn't.

She was sad, confused and angry. Her life was bitter.

Was it true what her father had said? Was she really not needed in this world? Alex thought about it.

Who needed her? No-one.

Why did she exist? No reason.

What would change if she died? Nothing.

She sighed and her eyes watered, but she made sure no tears came out. She stood up gently and looked around at the cemetery. The graves were evenly spaced, and lined in a respectable manner. Her eyes wandered to the house which lay perched up on the hill overlooking the cemetery. That house is where she lived. However, this was no longer considered her home.

It is a den where she was abused, abused by that bastard.

Alex looked down at her father. He didn't deserve a grave. He didn't deserve anything. He was nothing.

Alex splayed her hands, and the shadows shot towards her father's body. They entered through his mouth and pierced into his heart. After a few moments of silence, he opened his eyes, and looked at her. Not with anger, but a blank expression.

"Stand up," Alex said not daring to look at it. It stood up and walked towards her.

"What is it you want, Master?" it asked. Alex looked at the Inferi she created. The corpse was not yet decomposed, yet it was a spitting image of her father, obviously. She wanted to burn it. Burn it to the ground, to Hell. She closed her eyes and whispered-

"Explose Melania"

She heard the corpse explode into tiny pieces of flesh without a single word to breathe. She opened her eyes again.

The wind began howling at once and Alex walked through the grave yard, shaking and whimpering. She still hadn't recovered from the abuse her father had put her through. But because of it, she was starting to feel the full extent to her Necromancy.

She reached the large marble head stone from before. She sat down beside the grave and used her shadows to dig it up. While digging, she looked who this grave belonged to:

Arianne Dumbledore

'With kindness, came a price'

Alex looked at the head stone confused, but shrugged it off. When done digging up the grave, she looked at the corpse within. It was already a skeleton, judging by the frame, it was a teenage girl or a young woman.

She levitated it out and began playing with the corpse to relieve her anger, augmenting it in mid air, and pulling its limbs apart. The shadows encircled the corpse as she played with it.

While fiddling around with the skull Alex was muttering to her self-

"He deserved it, He was asking to be killed, if only he hadn't killed mother-" her anger increased as she reminded herself of the memory…

Flashback

"Reginald, stop at this instant!" mother said when father pointed his wand at her.

"I'm afraid not, Jocelyn," he moved closer as a serious expression dawned on his face.

"Why are you doing this?" mother whimpered as she stumbled back onto the kitchen bench, father moving closer.

"You refuse to join the dark-lord's side, so unfortunately I will have to kill you," father said ruthlessly. Alex gasped as she opened the door a little wider. Mother get killed by father? No…

"What? He wants to use us! We are Necromancers, Reginald!" mother screamed. Father ignored her.

"I will raise Alexandra to the dark-lords belief. Pain, power and poignancy. As for June…I will kill her, she is older, and understands the situation we are in, she will want to turn against me. I do not have times for voluptuous blood traitors like herself," father informed mother. Mother looked shocked.

"But Reg…after all we've been through…We are a family, how could you even-"

A green light filled the kitchen and mother fell silent.

She was dead.

Alex sobbed uncontrollably and ran back into to her room, afraid.

End of Flashback

Crack

Alex stared wide eyed. She had just shattered the skull.

She quickly placed the remainder of bones back into the grave.

"I'm sorry…"Alex gently whispered to lifeless mound of bones as she re-buried it gently. Alex felt horrible. According to the head stone, Arriane was a kind girl.

A kind girl who no longer had a skull as an addition to her corpse just because of Alex's anger.

Alex stumbled away from the grave.

"I'm a monster…no one needs me…I'm not needed in this world!" Alex whimpered as her crystal-blue eyes brimmed with tears. The trees moaned in agreement, the darkness gripping her eagerly.

She turned away ashamed at herself, and began running into the dim division of the cemetery, the darkness embracing her eagerly.

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