William Evans was an unassuming man, he lived in a suburb outside of London, he had two daughters and a wife who he loved dearly, and worked a government job. However, if you looked closely you would begin to notice some odd things. He was unnervingly quiet, and seemed to ghost up behind people, and his pale blue eyes seemed to constantly take your measure. He was tall and deceptively well built with powerful wiry muscles, all of which tended to give him an imposing aura, but he was a decent enough fellow, and much of this was discounted.
These oddities could be explained by the fact that the man had at one point worked as a black ops military operative, but no one but his wife knew that. So William lived in relative peace and comfort and focused on raising his daughters, and if one of them turned out to be an honest to gods witch, who was now part of an entire hidden society, than all that meant was that William would do some reading from Lily's books, and make sure he knew about the potential threats to his daughter.
William was happy with his life, and he was proud of his daughters. He didn't want to fight their battles for them but he was confident they could handle themselves, and he was prepared to be there for his daughters when they needed him. It had been 16 years since he had retired from field work and built his family. He was content to live the rest of his days with his wife as regular doting parents, but in the space of only one hour, all of that changed.
He was sitting at his dinner table with his wife, as they ate their supper when he felt the first pangs of unease. Within the next few seconds, the wall directly behind the table exploded, knocking him across the dining room, and peppering his wife's body with debris. Instantly Williams mind shifted into combat mode, blocking out his pain, and working overtime to categorize everything that was going on around him. William felt ice cold rage bloom within him as he saw the form of his wife, clothes bloodied, and green eyes, always so full of emotion, now dull and lifeless. He could not dwell on his pain though, as he registered two people enter his house, one man and one woman both of whom were holding wands. These were wizards, which meant that his only viable strategy would be to get in close and not let them use their wands.
As the rubble and dust began to settle, William grabbed a steak knife off the ground and burst towards the first wizard. The mans eyes widened briefly in panic, but before the wizard could even make a sound of alarm, William had buried the knife in his heart. The woman cried out the name of her partner and brandished her wand at William, but these attackers had been sloppy, and kept too close together, so all she was able to do was get off a cutting curse that caught him in the shoulder before he was upon her. He grabbed the witches wand arm and leveraged it over his shoulder, breaking it, the witch screamed in pain, but was quickly cut off when William jabbed his elbow backwards into her throat, collapsing her windpipe.
The woman fell to the ground, choking, and he kicked her wand out of her hand before walking over to the wizards corpse and removing the knife from his chest. The witches eyes widened in fear as he returned to her side and she kicked at him feebly while trying to draw a breath, but William only stared at her dispassionately before slowly sliding the bloodied silverware between her ribs until she ceased to move.