General Information

- Name: Madison (Maddie) Hawthorne

- Birthday: September 1st

- Age: 15 (turns 16 on first day at Hogwarts)

- Orientation: Straight

Looks

- Hair: almost always blue-black, usually shoulder-length and layered, dark purple highlights

- Eyes: dark grey-blue

- Height: 5'9"

- Weight: about 130 lbs.

- Skin Tone: Even, pale peach

Personal Information

- Favorite classes: Potions, Transfiguration, Charms, Ancient Runes, Arithmancy

- Broom/Quidditch position: Firebolt, Chaser

- Hometown/Home: soon to be the Burrow

- Background: Madison is the niece of Molly and Arthur Weasley (Molly's adoptive older brother). Her parents were never close to the rest of the family because they were two of Voldemort's followers for a short period of time. They abandoned Voldemort after his fall, but have not revealed this to their two children.

- Blood: Pureblood

- Family: Brian (father), Ashlyn (mother), Carmen (younger sister)

- Abilities: Metamorphagus

Faults

- She has a hard time forgiving herself.

- When she first meets new people, she sometimes has a problem with trusting them, especially if they're of the same gender.

- She tends to not think before she says something.

- When she's unhappy, she sometimes becomes withdrawn.

Chapter One – A Truth Revealed

Maddie's POV

I looked at the clock next to my bed. 12:05 a.m. Yeah, the blissful nights of summer vacation.

I couldn't sleep again. Of course, I'm not much of a sleeper anyway. I can't sleep for more than seven hours. Never have. So, what do I do with my extra time? I'm on my laptop. I know it's not normal for a pureblood to be on a laptop, but my parents are using more and more Muggle stuff every year.

I looked at the clock again. 12:11 a.m. "It's only been five minutes," I muttered to myself. "Tonight's going to be a long—"

I was interrupted by the house staring to shake. Wait. We're in the middle of the United Kingdom. Earthquakes aren't supposed to happen… Luckily, the shaking stopped. My thoughts immediately turned to my little sister, Carmen, and I raced to her room.

When I got there she was huddled in a corner, her arms around her legs. Luckily, she knew I was there. "Maddie," she said in a small voice, "I'm scared."

"I know, I know," I said, helping her up. Suddenly, I heard a loud crash, accompanied by screaming; I recognized my mother's voice instantaneously.

Since Carmen was small for her age, I picked her up easily. I raced to the living room. What I saw was horrifying.

There were several people in hooded cloaks. My father was standing before them, his wand pointed at them. My mother lay on the ground, dead.

My eyes opened widely in horror. "No! Mom!" I set my little sister down and went over to my mother's body. Her eyes were wide open, her skin cold and white as snow. Then, I heard another scream, this time from my sister.

"Carmen, what's wrong?!" I yelled, grabbing her shoulders.

All she did was point toward the hooded figures. I looked in their direction.

One of them now stood with their face exposed. His head was bald, his skin the same color as my mother's. His eyes were another story. They were only slits, but the pupils behind them were red. For a second, I wondered who this man, this thing was.

It couldn't be…Voldemort…

He said nothing. Instead, he pointed his wand at me. Before I could do anything, I couldn't control myself…

I looked at Carmen, also bending down to take my wand from its holder at my ankle.

What am I doing?

When my wand was in my hand, I pointed it at her. She had meanwhile backed into a corner, her eyes wide and scared.

I wouldn't hurt her… She's too precious to me. She looks up to me. What am I doing?

I still had no control over myself. "Avada Kedavra," I said, my wand still directed toward her. In an instant and a flash of green light, she was gone like my mother; the same blank, pallid expression.

No! What have I done? I didn't want or mean this!

Still under Voldemort's control, I turned to my father, like I had Carmen.

His expression was different. He looked as though he was less upset with me and more compassionate.

He stepped toward me, his hands reaching toward me. "Maddie, remember who you are. You're under his control, but I know you can stop. You're strong enough. I know you are."

Dad, help! Please help me. I don't want to do this.

I tried to stop myself, but I still couldn't, and my wand now pointed toward my dad.

"Avada Kedavra." I didn't want to say it.

I watched my father's body fall to the ground; he held the same look on his face. Then, I felt like I had control again. Everything that had just happened had felt like a horrible dream. As Voldemort let go of me, the horrible dream was ending. At least, I thought it was.

I saw Voldemort's face, which was contorted with delight at their deaths.

Okay. Now I finally get why Voldemort is so feared…

Meanwhile, he started to laugh. "Poor little Madison. Your parents were never good followers anyway."

I was really confused. There's no way that they could have… "No, you're lying. They didn't serve you. They hated you!"

An enormous laugh came from him, which bothered me immensely. "Silly girl."

One of his followers inched toward me. Before I knew it, he had some kind of bat or something in his hand. I backed away, but he the still came closer. He raised the object, I felt a sharp pain in my head, and all went dark…