"Please… No!" I shouted. My wand shook as I held it out, knowing that she was capable of much more evil than I could even imagine. My cries echoed through the entire house, three floors of ivy covered walls, a fortress that had kept me locked up for twenty two years.
"Crucio!" my mother screeched. A scream escaped my mouth as I fell to the ground, but the inhuman sound was nothing compared to the excruciating pain that I felt instantly after she cursed me. I writhed in agony; it felt as if my body had been dipped in acid, set on fire, then cut up into pieces.
My filthy blonde hair fell into my dark brown eyes. The mangy robes I wore hung loosely around my bony frame.
"Get out! You filthy blood traitor! Dishonor to your family, an Auror of all things! Get out! Get away and don't show your ugly face around here ever again!" My mother proceeded to slap me across the face and then magically throw me out the door.
A single tear rolled down my cheek. The salty droplet stung the open cuts that were slashed across my face. I got up from where I had been casted unceremoniously onto the street and dusted myself off. I walked a little ways into the woods before disapparating. In light of what had just happened, I thought it was time to pay a house call to my old boss.