The MacKinnons are mentioned throughout the HP series as having been murdered during the first time Voldemort had taken over. Even wonder how they died? This is a little dark, but it was just an idea. Review please! xox
Marlene
Masked men. Striding down the street, wands out and cloaks swishing behind them. They're big, bulky, and headed straight for our house. I pull away from the window, slipping my wand into my hand and moving closer to my husband.
"Greg." He turns around curiously.
"Honey? What is it?" Shaking, I point out the window. His eyes widen when he sees them, taking his wand out as well.
"How?" I whisper faintly. He shakes his head.
"Okay. Stay calm. That's not the important thing right now. Protego Maxima." He begins to cast enchantments over our house, which I'd believed to be safe.
"Greg, the children!" Without waiting for an answer, I turn tail and sprint up the stairs, down the hall to where Lacey, and Grace are sleeping.
Out the window, I can see the man in the front raise his wand, muttering counters to our protective spells.
"No. No no no!" I mutter frantically. Lacey is awake, so I take her in my arms and turn on the spot, so to apparate to my parents' house.
Nothing happens.
"Dammit, dammit, dammit!" I hold Lacey close, scooping Grace up in my arms as well. Suddenly, Greg yells up the stairs urgently.
"Marlene! Back door!"
Carrying the children in my arms, I race down the stairs, through the kitchen to the back of the house. Greg jiggles the lock on the door.
"Come on, come on, we need to get out of here! Alohomora!"
The lock slips open. But before we can exit, there is a tremendous bang. The house shakes and dust falls. Lacey and Grace scream. Seconds later, another BOOM! is heard and the walls collapse in on us.
I scream, trying to shield the kids. It's dusty and everything is dark. My leg is caught under part of the ceiling, and I struggle to break free. Grace is screaming, I'm sobbing out of terror and panic. Lacey's golden hair is covered in blood, she's bleeding from the head and not moving. Greg is pinned, has cuts all over, and is slumped over, struggling for breath. Grace is howling and clutching her arm. I feel something warm and wet down the side of my head, but that barely means anything. As the rubble clears, the masked men stride around menacingly. The largest one speaks first.
"Well well well. The McKinnons. A valuable asset to the Order of the Phoenix, ain't you? AIN'T YOU?" He points his wand at me. I shake with fury, fear, and pain.
"Y-you-you can't d-d-do this!" I moan, struggling to even move. Loss of blood has made me lightheaded and weak. The man snickers.
"Watch me. Shut up, kid. Avada Kedavra!" A jet of green light shoots out of his wand, hitting Grace in the chest. She flops over like a rag doll, tears silenced. I scream.
"NO!" I howl in anguish. The Death Eater rolls his eyes.
"I'll make this easy. Just give me names of the Order of the Phoenix, and I'll let you live. Of course, the Dark Lord will just kill you later today, but I won't personally be doing any of the killing. Just be cooperative, sweetheart."
I gasp in pain as I shake my head.
"I'll never tell you." The man scowls.
"Tut tut. Crucio!"
I scream in pain, my body feels like it's on fire. I gasp for air.
"No!"
"Crucio!" And I scream in pain again. When it subsides, I glare at him in defiance.
Greg has finally moved, he grasps my hand and looks at me. I stare into those vibrant blue eyes, holding onto him as the Death Eater whispers the last words I hear while alive.
"Avada Kedavra."
My vision goes white and my body goes limp as my life mercifully ends and I tumble into blackness.