Prologue
Everyone in the family was gathered around the table. The lights were dimmed as the closest woman I'd ever had to a mother hurried out of the kitchen with a spectacular cake. It had scarlet red frosting, with gold trimming. Her cooking skills would never cease to amaze me.
Everyone was singing, "Happy Birthday," with smiles on their faces. The candles were blown out, and we all began cheering. CRASH!
I could see each person in the room flinch in a miniscule moment of panic, but then pull out their wand and prepare him or herself for whatever intruder had ruined the festivities.
Death eaters. I immediately found myself in magical combat with Bellatrix Lestrange. I had stunned her, and only done that for two reasons. (1) I've never killed a person, and I didn't want today to be the day that I start, and (2) she must have shot a curse at me, since my leg was writhing in pain, and once I looked down, I could see a tear in my jeans, where blood was slowly starting to appear.
I turned around to see who might need help… everyone did. As I was making my way over to my best friend, all the death eaters suddenly disappeared, as if they were dogs whose owner had just whistled. All fled, with the exception of one stray dog. This dog had no owner. It did as it pleased. Or perhaps it wasn't that it was ownerless, but rather that it was the owner.
The lone death eater shot out a last curse, just before my father figure shouted, "Expelliarmus!"
It was too late. The death eater was gone. A redhead had dropped to the floor. My redhead. I sprinted across the room. There sat his other half, holding him. I dropped beside him, and started to rub his back to comfort him. It wasn't long before I broke down as well, for we were gazing upon the sight of George Weasley's lifeless eyes, never to see again. He was gone, and so I vowed revenge against the despicable creature that had committed this crime.
