23 of April 1625
"Rose! Blue! Darien! Take Willow and run. Now!" a female voice screamed.
"But Mommy," a female young girl cried.
"No buts, Rose, honey. Now go," the voice, said, somewhat gentler this time.
"But what about you and Daddy?" the young voice asked once more.
"Don't worry about us. Now go!" a male voice interjected.
Footsteps retreated in each direction.
A scream.
Then silence.
24 of April 1625
"All witches and Wizards are to make there way to the main square," a rather ancient Paige cried.
Everyone watched as a ragged family was pushed up on a platform.
No one recognized them due to the dirt on their faces and on their clothes. After all six were on the stage, a baby in the woman's arms, two boys clinging at her dress and a young girl in the mans arms, several men with black hooded cloaks stepped up.
The shortest of the lot, bright red eyes poking from within the hood stared out among the people.
The crowd took a step back in horror.
"Runtimort," the whisperers gossiped.
"Silence," the evil Runtimort's voice, magically magnified shouted. "You are here to witness the fall of the most powerful family in all of history."
He signalled his men, who were situated behind the people. The gathered up their wands.
"Cleanio," they shouted.
The audience gasped as they went face to face with the magical royal family.
Another signal by Runtimort. A shout and cry went up as 21 dead bodies were brought upon the stage and dumped in front of the royal family.
Everyone's eyes went unconsciously towards the family who had now escaped the grasps and were sobbing over the bodies.
The four yr old girl jumped up, pointing a finger towards the ugly man.
"You sodding bastard," she screamed. "You killed my friends! My family!"
"And you, my dear will be the first to go. Seize them!"
Strong hands grabbed onto them, as they struggled to escape.
Runtimort, leaving his spot, made his way over too where Rose was captured.
Taking her chin in his hands and tilting it ever so slightly tilting it so he could see her face.
"Any last words?"
Rose shook her head in defiance, but as Runtimort moved his wand to give out the deadly curse a voice rang out through the crowd.
"How can you kill such innocents, Sir?"
"Be quiet, Sir Albus. Do you want to die like the so called 'innocents' on this stage?"
"Frankly I don't care." A strangled cry was heard as all fell silent.
"Done Sir," a rat faced man said to Runtimort while pulling the sword that had struck Albus through the back.
"Thank-you, Wormatil. Now get back up here."
Runtimort once again turned to Rose," I ask you again, child. Any last words?"
Once more Rose shook her head in defiance. "So be it. Crucio."
Everyone looked aghast as the young girl withered in pain, refusing to cry out, while falling to her knees.
The woman cried out while trying to escape the grasps and tend to her child. The man tightened his hands upon her bare arms. The family watched as the girl slumped down with one sudden thump.
The woman let out a horrible cry, getting ready to get loose from her bonds, but one of her sons bet her too it.
"You killed my sister," four yr old Blue screamed.
"Any last words, boy?"
Blue shook his head in confusion.
"Okay, Crucio." Once again everyone watched as the boy withered in pain, refusing to cry out. He also slumped down, dead.
Runtimort led his wand over where the last little boy was standing.
"Crucio," he simply said.
The same process happened once more, the crowd getting tenser and tenser.
Then all that were left standing on the platform were the three royal figures and the men in the black hoods.
"Forward, King."
The young man stepped forward, his posture still straight.
"Any last words?"
"You'll never get away with this. Rose was right calling you a sodding bastard."
In anger Runtimort raised his wand but was stopped by a hooded figure.
"Let me do this," the figure said while reaching to take the cloak from his head.
"Father," the royal man sneered. "Figured you would be behind this."
"Silence. You were the one who did wrong by deifying me. Not joining the ranks. For that, you must die. Crucio."
The man got on one knee in agony. "I love you," he managed to croak to the woman before he also slumped down.
Sighing, while pushing the Father back he turned to face the woman and her baby.
"Please. You have done enough damage to our family. Please stop," she said in anguish.
"I shall stop if you give me one thing."
"What is that?" she asked, barely whispering.
"Your hand in marriage," he answered.
"You killed my husband, my children, and you expect me to marry you? No, I shall never marry you."
She cried with terror as her baby was ripped from her arms and placed on the floor.
"Than your baby shall die."
"No," she cried. "I'll marry you, just leave my Willow alone."
"So be it," he said and then he whipped out his wand and yelled, "Crucio," once more.
"No," the Queen said. "You said you would let my baby live."
"I never said such a thing," was his answer.
The Queen went down to her knees, crying for pain of her family.
Gathering her courage she stood up, taking the wand from Runtimorts hand, she made a force field around herself so no one could reach her.
"Nose, Nlue, Narien, Ning, Nueen," she chanted over and over again.
A second force field went up as she started to glow.
The brightness went down.
She whispered, "Avada Kedavra," on to herself and as she hit the ground all the dead bodies upon the platform disappeared.
And that, my dears, is the beginning of a very, very large story…
"Rose! Blue! Darien! Take Willow and run. Now!" a female voice screamed.
"But Mommy," a female young girl cried.
"No buts, Rose, honey. Now go," the voice, said, somewhat gentler this time.
"But what about you and Daddy?" the young voice asked once more.
"Don't worry about us. Now go!" a male voice interjected.
Footsteps retreated in each direction.
A scream.
Then silence.
24 of April 1625
"All witches and Wizards are to make there way to the main square," a rather ancient Paige cried.
Everyone watched as a ragged family was pushed up on a platform.
No one recognized them due to the dirt on their faces and on their clothes. After all six were on the stage, a baby in the woman's arms, two boys clinging at her dress and a young girl in the mans arms, several men with black hooded cloaks stepped up.
The shortest of the lot, bright red eyes poking from within the hood stared out among the people.
The crowd took a step back in horror.
"Runtimort," the whisperers gossiped.
"Silence," the evil Runtimort's voice, magically magnified shouted. "You are here to witness the fall of the most powerful family in all of history."
He signalled his men, who were situated behind the people. The gathered up their wands.
"Cleanio," they shouted.
The audience gasped as they went face to face with the magical royal family.
Another signal by Runtimort. A shout and cry went up as 21 dead bodies were brought upon the stage and dumped in front of the royal family.
Everyone's eyes went unconsciously towards the family who had now escaped the grasps and were sobbing over the bodies.
The four yr old girl jumped up, pointing a finger towards the ugly man.
"You sodding bastard," she screamed. "You killed my friends! My family!"
"And you, my dear will be the first to go. Seize them!"
Strong hands grabbed onto them, as they struggled to escape.
Runtimort, leaving his spot, made his way over too where Rose was captured.
Taking her chin in his hands and tilting it ever so slightly tilting it so he could see her face.
"Any last words?"
Rose shook her head in defiance, but as Runtimort moved his wand to give out the deadly curse a voice rang out through the crowd.
"How can you kill such innocents, Sir?"
"Be quiet, Sir Albus. Do you want to die like the so called 'innocents' on this stage?"
"Frankly I don't care." A strangled cry was heard as all fell silent.
"Done Sir," a rat faced man said to Runtimort while pulling the sword that had struck Albus through the back.
"Thank-you, Wormatil. Now get back up here."
Runtimort once again turned to Rose," I ask you again, child. Any last words?"
Once more Rose shook her head in defiance. "So be it. Crucio."
Everyone looked aghast as the young girl withered in pain, refusing to cry out, while falling to her knees.
The woman cried out while trying to escape the grasps and tend to her child. The man tightened his hands upon her bare arms. The family watched as the girl slumped down with one sudden thump.
The woman let out a horrible cry, getting ready to get loose from her bonds, but one of her sons bet her too it.
"You killed my sister," four yr old Blue screamed.
"Any last words, boy?"
Blue shook his head in confusion.
"Okay, Crucio." Once again everyone watched as the boy withered in pain, refusing to cry out. He also slumped down, dead.
Runtimort led his wand over where the last little boy was standing.
"Crucio," he simply said.
The same process happened once more, the crowd getting tenser and tenser.
Then all that were left standing on the platform were the three royal figures and the men in the black hoods.
"Forward, King."
The young man stepped forward, his posture still straight.
"Any last words?"
"You'll never get away with this. Rose was right calling you a sodding bastard."
In anger Runtimort raised his wand but was stopped by a hooded figure.
"Let me do this," the figure said while reaching to take the cloak from his head.
"Father," the royal man sneered. "Figured you would be behind this."
"Silence. You were the one who did wrong by deifying me. Not joining the ranks. For that, you must die. Crucio."
The man got on one knee in agony. "I love you," he managed to croak to the woman before he also slumped down.
Sighing, while pushing the Father back he turned to face the woman and her baby.
"Please. You have done enough damage to our family. Please stop," she said in anguish.
"I shall stop if you give me one thing."
"What is that?" she asked, barely whispering.
"Your hand in marriage," he answered.
"You killed my husband, my children, and you expect me to marry you? No, I shall never marry you."
She cried with terror as her baby was ripped from her arms and placed on the floor.
"Than your baby shall die."
"No," she cried. "I'll marry you, just leave my Willow alone."
"So be it," he said and then he whipped out his wand and yelled, "Crucio," once more.
"No," the Queen said. "You said you would let my baby live."
"I never said such a thing," was his answer.
The Queen went down to her knees, crying for pain of her family.
Gathering her courage she stood up, taking the wand from Runtimorts hand, she made a force field around herself so no one could reach her.
"Nose, Nlue, Narien, Ning, Nueen," she chanted over and over again.
A second force field went up as she started to glow.
The brightness went down.
She whispered, "Avada Kedavra," on to herself and as she hit the ground all the dead bodies upon the platform disappeared.
And that, my dears, is the beginning of a very, very large story…