DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter. This is for all chapters!
Mrs. Abbott was pacing through her living room. She was constantly on edge these days. There was nothing protecting her daughter. Her one and only daughter, her pride and joy.
She could remember Hannah was born. That tiny, precious, living and breathing thing that was in her hands. She remembered the happiness that had elated her, making her incredibly protective of this little girl. She couldn't have been happier. Except for one other time. Her daughter had received the letter to Hogwarts. Supposedly the safest place for anything to be kept.
But now she wasn't so sure. Her one and only daughter as being held up in that cave a place. No one was keeping a watch on her except for Professor Snape. She remembered her daughter complaining about him over the summer. Saying that he favored his own house when all of the other teachers knew that that was wrong.
But he was the only one that could protect her now.
Her daughter. Her beautiful, blonde daughter.
She remembered getting the letter from Hogwarts, saying what house she was in. Hufflepuff. That house had been the laughing stock of the school when she was young. Her daughter was a Hufflepuff, which changed everything.
Her daughter, her pride and joy. The one person that she could depend on that was going to be there all the time.
But now Mrs. Abbott had something new to worry about. The Death Eaters were sure to come calling. She was a muggle-born. All of them were after the muggle-borns.
Mrs. Abbott's husband had been killed. There was nothing that could save him now. He was dead and that kept Mrs. Abbott on edge now.
But there was a knock on her door. An angry knock, a knock that threatened to break down her front door. The front door that had protected her and her daughter for so many years. She cautiously opened the door and saw black hooded and masked people outside. Their wands were drawn and she immediately fell down on her knees. "NO!" she screamed.
"Don't try to fight, Abbott!" the man hissed. She trembled even more and the harsh voice that had come through the mask.
"I'm not! J-Just don't hurt me!" Mrs. Abbott whispered. The two men laughed harshly. She quaked even more, shaking so badly she thought that her teeth would fall out of her head.
"J-Just don't hurt me!" the second man said cruelly, mocking her with every bone in his body.
She could start to feel tears running down her face. They were like hot coals burning and scalding her cheeks with each one. The men laughed at this, seeing her fear written on every fiber of her being.
"Please! I have a daughter! Take me in to jail, torture me! Anything, just don't kill me!" Mrs. Abbott screeched. The first man shrugged and pointed his wand at her.
"Crucio!" he almost whispered.
Mrs. Abbott writhed in pain and screamed for a second time. The men laughed again, obviously enjoying this. He pointed his wand at her again and she screamed louder this time. Finally the wand was pulled away and she was breathing heavily. The pain still etched into her mind. She was scared this time, not wanting to die, but not wanting to go through that pain again.
"Now we can do this the right way this time!" the second man hissed. He pointed her wand and Mrs. Abbott one final time and whispered harshly, "Avada Kedavra!"
Mrs. Abbott let out one final breath when the green light hit her chest. She crumpled on the floor, letting the blackness take over her. She didn't have to worry about the pain anymore; she didn't have to worry about anything anymore. Her final thought was of her beautiful daughter. Of her daughter that had nothing anymore. No father and no mother. What would happen to her beautiful, blonde daughter now that she had no one?