Kate leaned up against the cool stonewall that circled around a cemetery that her father forced her to come to. All the hate that had been built up inside of her was about to explode for one reason; her so-called father had killed her mother. That terrifying memory that she had pushed into the back of her mind for all these years was still there, haunting her. Kate had only been 7 but she was at least old enough to know the difference between right and wrong and that night she knew her father had done wrong.
Exactly seven years ago on a dreary night Kate's father made his way up the stairs with wand in hand and fire in his eyes. Earlier that night she had heard him talking on the phone with a man that he called V and Kate's mother had walked in on him and instantly knew who he was talking to when she her the name V. He had hung up the phone and pushed her mother onto the marble flooring. Kate's mother had struggled to her feet and ran up the ivory staircase and locked the door behind her with Kate by her side. Her mother had hidden Kate in the closet and put an invisibility spell on her. She was about to put one on herself when Kate's father blast the door open and yanked the closet door open. Her father put a slow and painful death spell on her mother, as Kate watched her mother die all the hate for her father began to build and got bigger and bigger each day. He had claimed to the Wizard Police that Trans Trepton had broken in and killed her, that is when the need for revenge began.
Kate shuddered at the memory of that night as she pulled her cloak tighter around herself. Her blonde hair looked silver in the moons light; everyone said it was because that she had the wolves blood in her and that it came from her father's side. Kate's fathers name was Lounton Treckle, he had arranged to meet someone here but she didn't know who.
"Kate!" Her father's voice echoed in the nearly empty cemetery.
"Yes dad?" Kate's voice trembled with fear as she let out a sigh.
"Get on your broom now you are leaving Beauxbaton and going to a different school!" His voice in the high-pitch manner that she hated; she knew he was mad. Kate boarded her broom and into the moonlight she flew with her father.
Harry's eyes snapped open from his dream, 'Was that a premonition?' he thought. If it was he was going to have to wait and see…
Exactly seven years ago on a dreary night Kate's father made his way up the stairs with wand in hand and fire in his eyes. Earlier that night she had heard him talking on the phone with a man that he called V and Kate's mother had walked in on him and instantly knew who he was talking to when she her the name V. He had hung up the phone and pushed her mother onto the marble flooring. Kate's mother had struggled to her feet and ran up the ivory staircase and locked the door behind her with Kate by her side. Her mother had hidden Kate in the closet and put an invisibility spell on her. She was about to put one on herself when Kate's father blast the door open and yanked the closet door open. Her father put a slow and painful death spell on her mother, as Kate watched her mother die all the hate for her father began to build and got bigger and bigger each day. He had claimed to the Wizard Police that Trans Trepton had broken in and killed her, that is when the need for revenge began.
Kate shuddered at the memory of that night as she pulled her cloak tighter around herself. Her blonde hair looked silver in the moons light; everyone said it was because that she had the wolves blood in her and that it came from her father's side. Kate's fathers name was Lounton Treckle, he had arranged to meet someone here but she didn't know who.
"Kate!" Her father's voice echoed in the nearly empty cemetery.
"Yes dad?" Kate's voice trembled with fear as she let out a sigh.
"Get on your broom now you are leaving Beauxbaton and going to a different school!" His voice in the high-pitch manner that she hated; she knew he was mad. Kate boarded her broom and into the moonlight she flew with her father.
Harry's eyes snapped open from his dream, 'Was that a premonition?' he thought. If it was he was going to have to wait and see…