A lady with short brunette hair and obseen amounts of pink on, walked into the Minister of Magic's office with a knock on the door frame.

"You wished to speak to me?" her voice was high and very girlish.

"Yes, yes. I've recieved some bad news. It seems as though your family has been murdered by You-Know-Who. I am so sorry, Dolores." the Minister apoligized.

"There must be a mistake! I was with them just a few hours ago!" She protested, begging silently that it was not true. She had just seen her family that morning for breakfast. She frowned. They said they were going straight home, maybe they were home.

"They were found in the Umbridge property, dead." he confirmed her worst thoughts, Voldemort had gotten through the enforcements.

"Impossible" she cried and whipped out of the room, many thoughts crossing her mind. My family can't be dead. You-Know-Who doesn't want anything with me! What am I supposed to do? HOW?

How crossed her mind a lot. She barely understood anything. Her emotions began to fade, not wanting to deal with the pain of her family gone and not there anymore. She was a dark pit. Nobody could pass her with out being sucked into a pit of despair and of anger. She lived life, but didn't really live. The moment she saw Harry Potter it flooded the memories back and she became very angry. She had more anger in herself than ever before. She had more anger when he said Lord Voldemort was back. She snapped, but didn't show it. Her angst was over powering, so over powering that people thought she was a bitch. Eventually, she almost got killed. She had one thought, Why must I be like this?

Word Count: 314

Reason: For VivusEtIterum's Oneshot Competition

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.