A/N: Well right now it is post Harry Potter and I don't own HP or anyone from there but I do own Nuria. Yes Harry and his peeps git in but not now. :P Enjoy
Nuria sat on the dusty couch waiting for the meeting to start. The group's name was Order of The Phoenix's, in her parlor room. Then members were there, all but the leader, Albus Dumbledore. Professor McGonagol stood up and said, "I believe we start. Nuria, and Eric would you please depart from the room."
Nuria and the other boy, were the only children at the time there, stood up but never made it out. The door burst open and Deatheaters filled to room, a tall blonde man looked across the room locking his eyes on Nuria and Eric. "Get them!" His voice was cold. Nuria looked around and sighed there was no way out but to give in.
The Order's members were being taken out like flies there was just too many Deatheaters. Two large men stepped forwards and grabbed Nuria and Eric by their necks. "Come on, we got what we wanted." The blonde man yelled to the fighting Deatheaters. "No! Nuria!" Nuria's mother tried to get to them but they were being blocked.
They dragged the kids out of the house against their will. Nuria was only eleven at the time but Eric was fourteen, Eric turned around and bit the Deatheater's hand, by shock he let go. Eric ran towards the house his mother met him at the door, a women Deatheater giggled and shouted as Eric turned around, "Avada Kedavar!"
Nuria let a small scream as she watched the curse go through Eric to his mother; the lights in Eric's eyes went out like a candle in the wind. Nuria was gagged and she had one last look at her fearful mother at the door of the house and was gone.
Nuria was thrown on a warm floor; she sat up but didn't do anything but kneel on the floor. In the front of the room a door opened a tall man walked in. This man was intimidating, his had ghostly white skin, a weird nose, but was scariest was his scarlet eyes.
"Only one?" He hissed meanly. "Yes my Lord there was anot…" The "Lord" shouted curcio. Nuria was shocked the man rolling on the floor screaming in pain.
"Nott I don't want to hear it from you, Malfoy explain!" The blonde Deatheater that and said to take Nuria away.
"Yes my Lord, you see the other was too old, fourteen or fifteen by the looks of it, he bit Crabbe and ran to his mother, and Bellatrix them both." Malfoy finished, and his master looked at Nuria them back to Malfoy.
"How old is she?" He ask Malfoy, "Ten or eleven my lord." The "Lord" smirked and turned to Nuria who began to quiver, "Who are you?" He hissed, "N-Nuria sir." Nuria stumbled on her own name. "Very well," he raised his wand a recited, "Obliterate!" Nuria swayed a little then blacked out.