Chapter 1: The Past.
"No!" A woman's voice could be heard screaming throughout the night.
Death Eaters ran through the house, dragging every member of the family to the main room, cursing and binding them along the way.
At the end of the hall on the ground floor, a little girl woke with a start and ran towards the screams. As she peeked her head out from behind the doorframe, she stood shocked as she looked upon her bound and crying mother.
"Mother!" she gasped.
Her mother's bloodshot eyes darted up with fear and spotted her daughter in the hallway.
"Run Kira! ... hide before they come back!" her mother whispered hoarsely.
Footsteps and the sounds of frantic struggle could be heard coming down the stair way. The little girl's head snapped around and she bolted to the nearest hiding place, a cabinet at the back of the room, and she shook violently as she climbed in.
"Oh Merlin, no…please spare us!" her aunt cried as she clung to her husband.
One of the Death Eaters laughed and flicked his wand, binding her and sending her flying into the air.
"Crucio!" he hissed. He laughed again as the woman writhed and screamed, twisting her body in agony.
"Stop!" the girl heard a male voice yell. It was her father. "Why are you doing this?!"
"Your time as an Auror, Mr. Price, has caused much turmoil in our circles. You and your friends have sent many of our colleagues to the death in Azkaban, my brother is dead because of you!" one said coldly, it was a woman.
To this, Mr. Price growled, "And you and your friends have spent many years shedding the blood of innocents both wizard and muggle alike , all the while hiding behind your precious master!" he spat at the ground, "Cowards!"
"Hector, stop!" the little girl's mother exclaimed.
"All of their deaths were in the name of our Lord and rightly justified by our cause! It is time that you and your family come to understand the resonance of our power!"
"YOU HAVE NO POWER! Your 'Dark Lord' has been dead for six years now! Your kind is disappearing and your power has run out!" Mr. Price cried.
"NO! The Dark Lord will never be gone!" the woman cried. "And we will continue to serve his cause as long as people like you exist in the world!"
All of the Death Eaters then raised their wands and sent all of the girl's family into the air, hovering in place.
"You shall now learn just how cruel we can be…" the masked woman hissed.
"Viror Crutius!" one of the Death Eaters proclaimed. A white light whipped through the air and across Hector's chest. Blood gushed from the newly formed wound as he cried out and the musty smell of iron filled the room.
"Viror Crutius!" another yelled, this time at the uncle. The little girl watch in horror from the shelter of her cabinet as the light whipped across his shoulder and closed her eyes once she saw that his arm was now completely detached. A sickening splash as it met the ground in a puddle.
The Death Eaters were relentless and showed no mercy as they cast curse after curse, spell after spell, and did not stop until their victims drew their last breath.
The little girl has long since closed her eyes and cried silently, chocking each time a splash was and tried in vain to close her ears to the screams.
Suddenly, it was quiet. One of the masked men was still shouting curses.
"Enough!" another said. "They're dead. Crabbe, run out and cast the mark, the rest of us will sweep the area for any sign of the ministry."
With that they left the room and the little girl crawled carefully out of the cabinet. She crept quietly to the door and looked out. It was clear. Letting out her breath, she stepped back and felt something strange and wet engulf her feet. When she looked down, all she could do is stand rigid in shock…it was blood, there was blood…everywhere.
The girl turned around, tears falling freely from her eyes, and let out a hoarse cry. There was her mother…, her father, her aunt and uncle just hanging in the air like limp ragdolls. They were barely recognizable and hung twisted in the air, eyes bulging, and their faces still fresh with pain.
The girl began to walk slowly through the crimson water towards them, choking as she tried to breathe with each sob.
"Mother!" she whispered, looking up. Her mother's once rich, brown hair was now soaked black and clung to her skin, her once bright blue eyes now dull and lifeless.
"Mom, Dad…" she sobbed reaching up for them. Her hands were in the air, when she suddenly felt pain across her back and before she realized what had happened, she was falling to the ground.
"I THOUGHT YOU SAID THAT ALL OF YOU HAD GOTTEN EVERYONE IN THE HOUSE!" someone screamed, it was the woman.
"I thought I did!" another yelled. "But it's no matter now, she's dead."
"I'm drowning…" the little girl thought as she was lying in the vast puddle of blood, the musty smelling liquid was started to fill in her nostrils. Her eyes were starting to droop but quickly snapped open as she heard a deep voice bellow, the sound of it was deafening.
One of the Death Eaters was at the door motioning to the others.
"GET OUT, WE MUST GO! The ministry is here!"
The two remaining Death Eaters ran past him in an attempt to both get out the door. In the midst of the struggle, the one who had warned them was knocked back against the wall, and his mask fell from his face…
The little girl shifted her eyes to him and breathed slowly as she looked at his face. The last thing that she remembered of the night was the sight of his pale face etched with fury, his cold black eyes like pools of darkness and the sound of his robes as they billowed against the wind as he turned and faded into the night.