Night was ignorant, shadowing the truth, the innocence, behind its rusty veil. Night was comfort, silence that blanketed the truth into a numbing afterthought. Night was here. Night was now. Night was time. It was time.

The walkway to the castle was long but necessary. It allowed a visitor to admire the masonry and skill it took to create such a sanctuary. This let them view the high turrets protruding gracefully form the walls. It let them sense the safety that the stone and brick provided. Walls as high as mountains and windows as large as trees, filled the view of the castle. It was almost as spectacular as the surrounding garden. A feeling of lightness encased ones body as they breathed in the sweet honeysuckle lining the gate as the orchids sprung to life with each step they took. The enchantments of green trees all year long; of fairy orbs lighting it in the night took one's breath away. Winding trees lined the pathway to the left and a garden of flowers to the right. As the wall of tree's thinned one could make out the glowing lake just beyond the entrance to the castle. This would carry their gaze upward and onto the starry night sky. Filled with bright lights that appeared to dance across the horizon it sparkled beyond belief. In the day, however, it became as clear as the shallow ocean water and as blue as the ripest berries. It's only infraction would be the odd puff of white cloud sifting through the sunshine. One who gazed upon such glory would surely revel in its beauty. If creative enough they could even picture children running through the garden and students studying by the shade of the tree. They could imagine teachers roaming the grounds smiling, no matter their mood, at the absolute splendor of the place. But as one reached the doors of the entrance way they would be reminded that it was night and it was time.

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Floors shook and chandeliers swayed, students ran and teachers screamed. Roles reversed as children hustled and adults panicked. Utter confusion flowed throughout the grounds. In a matter of seconds Beauxbatons Academy of Magic had turned from a peaceful sanctuary to a killing ground. Spells were fired, seemingly from nowhere, landing in any particular order. Students fell and teachers fell. The massacre had just begun.

Through the entrance streamed student after student, teacher after teacher. In the distance under aged students were sneaking away on brooms while seventh and sixth years Apparated away dragging younger siblings and friends along. Teachers hung around calming down students and helping the injured. Everyone was tied together, though, in a very similar way. Both students and teachers alike were horrified. They were horrified and appalled. An outsider would be able to taste the two emotions embedded into their fear.

Inside, down hallways and up staircases mangled bodies lay. The numbers were growing steadily as the rampage continued. Few were dead, most were only injured but the night was not yet gone.

The transfiguration wing of the school collapsed as the dark magic took its toll. The last of the sixth years were being pulled out by their friends. The eyes of them shone with fear. The red locks of a goddess had slipped out of the cloak of the stranger. As they stood in awe, or was it shock, she shot nonverbal spells at them, turned and flew down the corridor.

The highest tower was near, her real destination. A second year sat terrified behind the statue of Nara the Healer. Her protection of stone was soon gone as the statue burst with the flick of the wrist. The girl in pink and purple pajamas pleaded for her life. Her only response was those eyes. The eyes of the possessed, not the eyes of a person, but the eyes of a monster. Those eyes bore into her mind, they pulled out horrible memories of pain and suffering. Her mother's death, how her scream had lasted hours after the final blow; how her father had never been the same since. Those eyes pulled out memories of the bullying, the torture from her peers. Those eyes drove her mad and not until she was screaming for her dead mother did the cloak of red hair billow away towards the tower.

On the cold stone of the north tower balcony huddled two bundles joint as one. Surging with rage the tower shook AVADA KEDAVRA. And they were gone.

Although screams rang through the halls silence ran through her head. She was here, it was time and they were dead. The first years who had straggled behind were frantically turning the corridor up ahead; but not for long. The blast of red light that shot across the school blinded the survivors. It petrified the final few and ended the night. The darkness once again covered up the truth with its comforting blanket, shutting down till the morn.

A/N: So this is my first chapter to my new story. I hope you'll stick with it because although this one was extremely short they will continue to grow in size!! I already have the next few chapters written so they will be out soon enough. Keep reading and I would adore some reviews…