Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, J. does.
I had never run so fast in my life. With the cold dread pushing against me from all directions, no happy memories came to me and so I was running. I was helpless. I could never to that spell properly.
I got around the corner and the coldness eased. I tried to think of all those moments that I was at my happiest; the day of my wedding where he was finally mine. Holding my baby girl for the first time, laughing at how she was the image of her father. Her first steps, of course they were towards the kitchen. Her first words and the happiness on her father's face when he found it was Daddy. Her first day of school, I could never forget how she glowed with excitement.
But as these memories came they were soon ripped away as they got closer. I wasn't fast enough. I knew what was coming but I couldn't let it happen. I had to fight for my family, for my life, for my soul.
There were cold hands gripping, dragging me towards the swirling darkness. Fear, despair, misery settled on me as I tried to pull myself free but their hold was too strong. They were not going to give up their feast that easy. Images drew closer; the day my brother died was killed, the dark mark over her house. The worry that I felt as I waited for news of my husband when his office had been attacked by Death Eaters. I tried to push these images away, succumbing to panic as the hood went down. I thought of my family, my baby girl and then nothing. Nothing at all.
A/N Please review - Ali