AN: This is my first fanfic and I've worked hard! Any reviews appreciated!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, I do however own the characters I made up in my head:)
Introductions
I hadn't had the best home life. My mum died when I was eight. Growing up with nine brothers, being the only girl, well, it makes life a little more challenging. It also doesn't help when you're the middle child, well that is, with the exception of your annoying twin brother. Another thing that does not make it easy is when you're the only girl and middle child of a family of wizards. The only witch in a family of wizards. That's me.
Sometimes I wonder what it was like before we lost our mother. I can remember it, but only the bits and pieces. Bed time stories, family dinners, and that warm feeling you get when your mum looks at you. It was hard for us, after she was killed. Again, I was only 8 then, so it was 3 years ago. (I assume that math is simple enough.) The night she died is the worst night of my life.
It was a peaceful night, mum had just gone to the market to pick up some groceries. She was gone for a long time, and dad started to get worried. He told us that he was just going to see if she needed help at the store and that Jeremy, my eldest brother, was in charge. Chaos commenced in a matter of minutes. Jeremy, the annoying git, was 16 at the time and felt that it was of the upmost importance to start a game of Quidditch in the living room. As I said before, it was chaotic. Reagan, no more than 6 months old, was wailing loudly, while Donivan was fighting with Colin over a beaters bat. Just a normal night at our lovely abode, until suddenly, my father apparated in, carrying our mother.
He was crying silently and he told Austin to take us to the playroom upstairs. As we walked up the stairs I silently slipped into the restroom unnoticed. When my brothers passed, I rushed down the stairs and peered around the corner. I gasped aloud, for there, I saw my mother, dead and cold. I ran over to her with tears in my eyes. "Mum? Mummy, wake up." I said to her. I couldn't understand why my father was crying, or why mum was asleep. It was only 7:30.
My father looked down at me with tears in his eyes. He kneeled down and looked me in the eye. Then he said slowly, "Cori, dear, go upstairs with your brothers." "No daddy, mum promised to teach me how to fold laundry with magic, when is she going to wake up? I need to finish before bed." I said. My father looked sadly at me and forced a smile, "How about I finish the laundry tonight, you can go play with your brothers? Mummy's not going to wake up right now." "Ok daddy, thanks!" I said, and I ran up to the playroom. I didn't know that would be the last time I ever saw my mother. We had the funeral two days later, and it was revealed that my mother was killed by some Death Eaters in an ally near the grocery store. She was killed for being in the Order of the Phoenix. I've promised myself if the chance ever arises, I will avenge my mothers death.
