She was only twelve.
She was only twelve when she saw her sister be ripped to pieces,
she can still remember the blood on the dirt.
They were in the woods, simply searching for her sister's lost scarf.
She lost her scarf in the morning while going to the lake.
Her sister was so determined to find her scarf.
Then something attacked them...
Her sister pushed her out of the way,
and the monster took her instead.
She screamed so loud, crying for help that would never come.
Her last resort was her wand.
Reducto, Stupefy, Petrificus Totalus. Nothing worked.
The longer it took to kill the monster, the less time her sister had to survive.
When all hope was lost, she almost gave up.
She knew two spells
Yes, they were unforgivable; but her sister was dying.
Just when the monster almost finished her up, the girl raised her wand.
Crucio.
The Monster flinched; nothing seemed to penetrate its thick skin.
Tears filled her eyes; they blurred her vision, she couldn't see her mangled sister anymore.
Avada Kedavra.
A flash of green light flew from her wand, hitting the monster with such great force, the fresh lifeless body flew off from the girl's sister. The big bad wolf was dead.
She ran to her sister, begged and shook her to wake up, but just like the spells before, it was useless.
Then something hit her in her head with a great blow. She woke up in a black box. A ministry official came up to her and asked her why she used that spell. Her answer was simply, "My sister's life was more important than mine, let alone a monster's, if you want to punish me for that so be it."
It was too late for her. Her soul was already split, tainted, dirty.
She never saw daylight again,
so young, to be paying so much punishment, for nobility she never thought she had.