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His Daughter

1

I never knew my father but mother insisted that I wouldn't want to so I left it at that. I trusted that mother knew what was best and if she didn't think I should know about my father, then I didn't ask. It didn't stop me from wondering though. I still wanted to know what he was like. Was he tall, like me? His hair, was it dark brown, almost black like mine? I most certainly hadn't inherited that from my auburn headed mother. I'm sure that Mother was aware I wondered, but all she ever told me was that he left us and cared only for power.

Until about two years ago, Mother and I traveled very often, remaining in one place for only a month or so. To this day I'm not sure why, but now we live in London, tucked away in a small, cozy apartment. For two years now we've lived there, but I still hardly know anyone.

I was never allowed the privilege of attending a magic school such as Hogwarts. My mother said it was because we were always moving, but even once we settled in London I never went. I remained a home schooled witch. It wasn't very easy for my mother to teach me but I'm a fast learner and I caught on fairly quick. Now, I am pleased to say that I'm nearly as good as she is and my mother is a very skilled witch.

Even though we traveled often, my mother always had a special day planned for my birthday. My seventeenth birthday was no different... well, the plans weren't any different. But things didn't go as planned...

A sudden knock at he door interrupted my mother as she sang happy birthday to me. I looked away from the beautiful birthday cake, candles and all, and at my mother.

"You'd better go get that." I assured.

My mother pursed her lips and stood. She walked out of the kitchen and to the door. Mother didn't open the door immediately. All I heard was her gasp.

"Mom?" I stepped off my stool and rushed to her side.

My mother hadn't opened the door for whoever had knocked. She turned to face me and grabbed me by the shoulders. "Elizabeth, oh, my dear." Tears filled her eyes and ran down her cheeks. She ran her fingers through the curls of my black hair.

She never called me Elizabeth. It was always Beth. "Mom. Whats wrong?" I didn't understand what was going on but I felt my own navy blue eyes fill with moisture. "Who's at the door?"

She pulled away from me and looked me in the eyes. "Elizabeth, you are in danger." She bit her lip. "They've come for you. You've come of age."

"Who? What is wrong?"

She didn't answer my question and another knock came from the door. Mother pushed me away. "Go!" She shoved me towards my room. "Hide!"

I snatched my wand off the kitchen table and ran to my room. Unable to come up with a better hiding place, I leaped under my bed. I closed my eyes and gripped my wand.

Carefully, I listened as my mother opened the door.

I didn't hear what they asked, but I heard my mother's answer.

"No, she is not here."

Then there was silence as they entered that apartment.

"Show us where she is." A muffled voice demanded.

"I don't know-"

My mother's scream pierced the air as a bright flash of green light filled the apartment. I heard her body thump to the floor.

"Search the rooms."

Eyes wide, fingers shaking, I pulled my wand close. I had to be ready. I had to help my mother. I knew that there was a possibility that she was dead, but I refused to believe it. It simply couldn't be so.

Heavy footsteps approached from the hallway and I watched as four pairs of feet entered my room. They conversed quietly as they searched my closet and a couple other places. For a moment all was silent and still.

Before I realized what was going on, strong hands grabbed my ankles and ripped me out from under my bed. I tried to twist out of their grip, but another pair of hands grabbed my arms. All I saw was the black masks and flowing cloaks of my captors before a burlap bag was yanked over my head. It was cinched behind my neck. Much like a noose, I thought frantically.

I was roughly pulled up into a standing position where I stumbled blindly. A sudden feeling of being upside down and spinning took over and I realized I was being apperated.

When my feet once again hit solid ground I gasped in relief. The bag was rapidly ripped from my head and I quickly took in my surroundings. The large, open room was dark but I could still make out at least twelve or so people standing around the room. All of them wore masks and were dressed in dark colors, mainly black. I swallowed hard. I felt bare, for I couldn't identify anyone but they could all see who I was.

All was deathly silent. I shivered. Was that what this was? Deathly? I began to tremble.

One cloaked figure stepped forward until he stood directly in front of me. He began to nod slowly. "Yes." His voice was slightly muffled through the black mask that concealed his identity. "You've done well. No one will feel his wrath tonight..."

His voice grew quieter as the bag was once again put over my head. I could only hear the voices closest to me. Even then they were muffled.

"Tonight?" Female, I noticed. But the voice scared me. It was eager, vicious. I could almost taste the venom.

"Not tonight. The.." I couldn't make out the rest.

"...cellar..." I heard and they began to lead me forward. We walked for a ways before climbing down a short flight of stairs-a very difficult task for someone who can not see where she is going-

I was only slightly aware of the lack of light, but the room, or cellar I suppose, gave me the chills.

I desperately wanted to see and hear.

"...remove...bag?" It was the female.

"...suppose." Male, I noted.

My hands were untied and the bag was, once again, taken from my head. It took me a moment to adjust to the dark, but by the time I did, the door had been secured and latched. I tried apperating, but it simply wouldn't work. Some spell must've been cast over the cellar. I thought about banging on the door and begging to be let out, but after a second thought I decided against it. I probably didn't want to deal with whoever was out there.

Sighing in defeat I found a corner in the room and sat down, wrapping my arms around my knees and curling into a small ball. Slowly, the tears started to form and I began to cry.

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