In the beginning, it had all ended. Before Helena could understand what it was like to lose someone she loved, it escaped underneath her feet ever so swiftly - their worst fears confirmed when they least expected it tumble upon them.

Her future would turn from statistically planned out into a fog of uncertainty in a matter of moments and all she needed to know was her spite, which would come later on in her years.

But Helena was different from the others. She's a witch. Children like her would be attending the wizarding school, Hogwarts.

Although going to Hogwarts was compulsory, her parents would later lie that she was a Squib and train her themselves. And so in their house, they had all kinds of magic books and dearly hope that the Death Eaters wouldn't come for their family, or worse, the Dark Lord.

And if they did, they could do nothing; they would be hopeless. They just would have to accept their fate and the consequences.

Unfortunately, the extraordinary thing that they would be dreading happened that night and Helena would later remember nothing of what her parents told her about going to the school. Yet she did manage to remember to read a lot of books - and practise as much as she possibly can.

It all began on that fateful night in 2004, when Helena was only 6 years old. It was the 29th of October and her birthday was just 5 days ago. But tonight was the night which changed everything.

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"Honey, it's time to go to bed," said her dad.

It was 8 PM. The fire was flickering lightly in the room, basking them in warmth that Helena never experienced before. It was peaceful. The rain was tapping lightly on the windows, so faintly that you couldn't hear it - yet you could see it if you bobbed your head between the curtains to experience the glowing street lights and see the dead street outside.

"Okay, Daddy," replied Helena.

She was not tired, nonetheless she needed to sleep. Tomorrow they shall try again to practice various pieces of magic. She had her first signs of magic a couple of months ago and they had attempted to help her control it. It was their plan to get her stated as soon as possible. Though, she was progressing slowly, but she was getting there. After all, it was hard for a 6 year old to learn such complicated matters.

She got up out of the wooden chair and pushed it under the circular table.

She began to climb the stairs slowly when there was a bang outside. She was startled, yet curious. And her parents seemed panicked immediately. The rain pounded harder on the glass windows, suddenly creating a storm.

"Helena, go to your room. Quickly! Lock your door and don't come out until... well, just go!" shouted her mum.

She thundered up the stairs as quick as she could. She then slammed the bedroom door behind her and locked it. She knew it was no good, but it gave her a sense of security. They'd planned this moment so many times, she couldn't believe it was finally happening to her.

She was worried about what was going to happen, as she knew if what scared her parents then she should be even more afraid.

Whatever was happening, it didn't feel like it was a good thing. Something very bad was going to happen, but she couldn't help. She knew nothing about this stuff. Not even practising could've prepared her for this.

Then, she heard the front door blast down. She thought of nothing else and rushed to her bed and hid under the covers for comfort. The rain pounded hardly against her windows now. She could've sworn she heard a clash of thunder in the distance.

She heard a scream, undoubtedly her mother's, yet she did not move. She felt like she became paralysed underneath the covers. It was very stifling under the covers - she needed fresh air. But then, she thought, she wouldn't need fresh air if they killed her.

Somehow, her door unlocked. She did not dare pull back the cover to see who entered her room. Deep down, she knew who it was. It was the worst thing that you could imagine.

She tensed up, scared of who would pull back the cover.

When they finally pulled back the cover, she saw a woman with heavily lidded eyes, long eyelashes, thick, shining dark hair, thin lips and a strong jaw.

"Hello Helena," she said with a rasp voice. "You're coming with-"

"NO!" Helena shouted.

Her look darkened. She took her wand out and forced her to stand up and so Helena did.

"We're going to bring you downstairs," she whispered in her ear. Helena could not resist.

She dragged her downstairs with her wand to Helena's throat. She led her into the living room, where she saw her parents on their knees and disarmed of their wands. Tears were running down both of their faces in the thought of fear and defeat. Then, a flash of lightning rocketed around the room. The fire that was flickering only mere minutes ago was now completely extinguished.

"Helena," her mother whimpered.

"Shh," said a man with a white face and red eyes and a flat nose. He looked at Helena with an evil glinting in his burning scarlet eyes.

He pointed his wand at Helena.

"NO!" shouted her mother. She was then immediately silenced; gagged.

"Please," pleaded her father.

"I'm not going to hurt her," said the man simply. "Although, she's going to have to watch you die... You first, Devon. After all, you are a Mudblood..."

She fell to the floor from her kneeling position and the black-haired woman made sure that Helena could see clearly.

"Avada Kedavra," cast the man and her mother lay motionless, her eyes wide open with shock, her mouth also open, on the floor in front of them.

Tears ran from Helena's blue eyes. She began to shake.

"Stop," Helena said quietly.

"Oh it'll be over in a minute, Helena," said the man cruelly. "Avada Kedavra," and then her father dropped dead, his expression identical to her mother's.

"Why are you doing this?" Helena asked him desperately.

"Because, Helena, certain people need to learn," he replied calmly. He leant down and looked into her eyes. His scarlet eyes pierced her blue eyes. She started to shake even more. He stroked her cheek with his hand ever so lightly.

"I don't understand, they had nothing else to learn," she said shortly.

"Perhaps that is your opinion, but we shall meet again in a few years time and you will truly realise what happened tonight."

And he and the woman seemed to go away from there in mid-air, with her parent's corpses on the floor and the door still wide open. The storm continued to rage on.