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Blood. A few tiny drops of blood was all it took for me to realize what happened. My parents were dead. My mother and Father had been acting strange for weeks now. Looking over their shoulders at every witch and wizard on the street. I had always thought that everyone loved our family. I guess I was wrong huh?

We were a respectable family. We were rich enough for the pure bloods to semi like us and nice enough to be friends with the muggle born wizards. We were the middle. It was just us too. My parents were both only childes and my grandparents had all passed away just the years before doing crazy stunts to impress some younger wizards. Heh lucky me stuck with the craziest old nutters as grandparents. But they had taught me everything I know at the young age of 7. Yes yes I know how and why would the ministry of magic let a 7 year old learn magic, right? Well I told you my grandparents were crazy, they had their ways and saved me the trouble of going to school like the other normal wizard children. Thanks old timers. I hope you rot peacefully in the graves you were put in.

But now it's just me. I have nothing left. I'm the end of the line. But something tells me I'm not to safe. There is a dark aura in the air and I feel it coming for me. Causing the hairs on the back of my neck to rise in fear. This must be how my parents felt. Like they were being watched from everywhere.

Not like I've been everywhere. I've been to scared with this feeling that I haven't left the house. Even though I just got here. But yeah I know, what am I still doing here when I know that my parents must have been killed there right? And that the killer or killers might still be there. Well I think that I might have inherited some of my grandparents craziness and am just now realizing it.

I started checking the house. Starting with the entry way where the blood was. To our cozy living room on the right. Then back into the entry way and down the hall and turning into our even cozier kitchen also on the right. Then all the way back to the entry way then up the stairs on the left. Checked My parents room first diagonal from the stairs. To my room next to it and then to the study at the end of the hall. There was no one and nothing there.

I ran to my parents room and straight to the vault over by the fire place. Entering the code I whipped it open and stared in horror at the emptiness of it. All of our money, gone! Great just great now not only am I an orphan but a pour one too.

I got up and went to my room and started packing some of my cloths. I had to think of a plan. Argh I can't think with this stress! I'm getting crazier and crazier by the minute. Thanks grandparents. Ok that is getting annoying I'm just going to call them um how about The Quad. You know like the four. Ok look now I side tracked myself. I'm supposed to be planning. I'm supposed to get to safety. But now I feel like I don't want to leave.

I stop packing and look around my room. The walls were full of pictures of my family and some of the friends I had managed to make over the years. I smiled at them. They were all waving at me or smiling with big grins on their faces. i felt tears come to my eyes, just now getting hit with the fact that my parents were gone and never coming back. I started looking at the pictures more closely. Looking for my favorite one of the three of us. It was in the summer and we were all out in my grandma Rosie's garden. It was our last one there because that had been the year grandma Rosie and grandpa Joe had died. It was the best one too. But I couldn't find it. I looked from the right side of my room to the left and back to the right where I finally saw a spot on the wall where it look like a picture was missing.

My eyes widened once again and the tears spilled over. They took it. They took my picture! I looked around more carefully now trying to see if anything else was taken but couldn't find anything. But that feeling came back ten times worse. Someone was watching me. I can't save myself if someone is after me. My parents were two of the most powerful wizards and witches I had ever seen and they were taken down. I let a sob escape my lips. I let myself cry not knowing what else to do.

Wait! I do know what to do! I hadn't I thought of this earlier? Oh well I can't think about that now theres no time left. I ran to the study and to the desk in the center. Sitting in the chair I reached for the pen that was sitting in the right corner of the desk. Right when my hand touched the pen the center board of the desk vanished and inside the hole was a book. The book was given to us from a friend of my fathers. My father had told me that when he was younger he was a trouble maker and liked to be a little past. He had told me that he learned to transform into an animal just to scare the other students and help his friend with his problem. He had never told me what was wrong with his friend though and I guess now I will never know but thats not the point.

I'm going to become an animagus and hide for the rest of my life. It should be a cake walk. I grabbed the book and flipped throw the pages as fast as I could and came to the page. It was a long spell but I could pull it off. I started the incantation and around the middle of it I heard loud pops coming from downstairs. I speed up knowing that whoever it was was not here for a friendly chat. I finished it and was bombarded with tremendous pain. My body felt like it was metal being burned and bent into was that I knew were not normal for the human body. I thought it was going to be forever and that whoever had come for me was for sure going to kill me. But in all reality it was only 5 seconds and then the next thing I know everything is black.