A few stories about the casualties of the two wars with Voldemort. The first few take place during the First War.

The First War Casualties pt. 1: The McKinnon's

Travers had his orders: Kill Marlene McKinnon and her family. The Dark Lord received information that pointed to the existence of a secret resistance. Marlene's husband was a Mudblood, so the deaths would be viewed as the result. Voldemort didn't yet know who comprised this secret order, so before Travers killed Marlene, he was to extract information. The Mudbloods would come first since Voldemort did not want to spill any pure blood. In Travers' opinion, however, the resistance would be more shaken if the deaths were pureblood. Unfortunately, to do so would tip off the resistance of their exposure.

He had Disapperated in front of the McKinnon's house. Travers looked back at his cohorts: Mulciber and Igor Karkaroff, both in masks and hoods, like him. Mulciber, the biggest of the three, led the party to the door. Karkaroff looked nervous, but didn't say anything. Mulciber pointed his wand at the door, and unlocked with his silent spell. Travers heard a CLANG! Whirring his head to the noise he spotted the source: a girl, probably no more than 15, had dropped her plate of food.

"M-" the girl began.

Karkaroff silenced her with his wand. Then she froze: the result of the silent Body-Bind curse that Karkaroff cast. Travers however had a different plan. "Mulciber, Imperio her. Karkaroff, take your curses off!"

Mulciber understood at once. "Imperio!" he whispered.

"Mom, Dad, Gelpho, come down here! NOW! There's an owl here from Dumbldore!" the girl shouted under Mulciber's command.

Travers heard them stir and motioned his fellow Death Eaters over towards him. They hid next to the staircase in the living room, waiting for the family to join their daughter. Travers heard the mother wake up her son, and they headed down the stairs.

"Honey, where's the letter?" Marlene asked on her way down.

"It's here with me."

Once the family had touched the floor, the Death Eaters froze them with Body-Bind Curses. Travers walked over to Marlene who was staring in fright at the trio. Travers raised his wand and pointed it at her daughter. "Well, well. You played your part just fine. Mulciber take the curse off of her."

Once the Imperius Curse was lifted, the girl started crying. "Mummy! I'm sorry! I couldn't help it!"

"Don't worry little girl, she knows you were being controlled. Now tell her goodbye," Travers sneered cruelly.

"Goodbye? But-"

"Avada Kedavra!"

The girl died the minute the green jet of light hit her. The family screamed in anguish. The brother, barely of age, snarled at Travers, swearing. He pointed his wand at him as well. Travers shouted "Avada Kedavra!", and the boy ceased to be as well. He pointed his wand at Marlene.

Mulciber spoke, "Don't worry, Mudblood. We aren't going to kill you just yet. We need information!"

They spent hours torturing her. They had even forced her to torture her husband. The Cruciatus Curse that had proved so useful was now rendered pointless. If the deaths of her children couldn't force her to divulge any information, then nothing would. The Dark Lord had told Travers that McKinnon might not talk. As long as she was dead, the message would be clear. By now, she and her husband were physically broken.

"So much pain! All you had to do was talk. Throw at a name or two. We would have ended quickly. Your children are dead! Was it worth it?" Travers asked.

Marlene's husband spat in Travers' face.

"You dare..? Crucio!" Travers let the pain continue a bit, then "Avada Kedavra!"

Marlene cried out as the curse hit her husband. Her family had been killed before her eyes. There was nothing more to live for.

Travers pointed his wand at her. "You will be reunited with your family soon enough. Any names now? No?" He signaled Mulciber, who stood behind her.

"Avada Kedavra!" Mulciber bellowed.

The green curse hit her in the back, and Travers watched as the life left her eyes. He looked around and surveyed the scene. The Dark Lord's orders had been carried out. There was only one thing left.

"Karkaroff! Cast the Dark Mark!"

Karkaroff nodded at Travers, and he noticed that Karkaroff looked apprehensive. This was the first mission he had been on, Travers reasoned. The nerves would go away.

Karkaroff walked towards the window, opened and pointed the wand at the sky.

"Morsmordre!"