"Etty! Run! The last of them are coming for us!" Allen yelled to his wife. She tripped and fell into a hole, and was then hoisted into the air by an invisible snare or net contraption, her leg bent at a funny angle. It was a trap.
The last death eaters had known they were on the run from them. After all, nobody switches sides and abandons an effort in the war. Voldemort had been angry, and wanted to use their daughter. She would be his next Horcrux, a piece of his soul attached to hers, so when he was killed- if he was killed- his soul would be able to control her's.
That was when Etty and Allen realized just how evil the Dark Lord really was.
They got cold feet. Allen packed Tia's things and called his best friend Hanya. "Yeah, hi. Hanya? Can you drive over here. We need to talk about something. I don't think Tim will handle it well, so you might want to keep him home for now… yes… see ya soon then… bye." He hung up the phone and paced through the house. That night Hanya took most of his beloved daughter, Allentia's, things to her house, and made the guest bedroom Tia's. Etty knew her baby would be safe with Hanya. Hanya knew that Allen and Etty could do things others couldn't do, but she accepted them as her friends and never used them.
Tia had never shown an ability to do those strange things in front of Hanya, but once her hair turned purple and silver and black instead of brown when her mom was reading her a story. Allen noticed and was surprised as all hell. He knew then that Tia would be just like him. Hopefully she would make better decisions when faced with the choice. Hopefully there would never be a third war.
He thought of all of this as he came to a stop where Etty was stuck. He cast a spell to cut her from the invisible trap, but nothing would work.
"Go. Just go. Allentia will need you. I'm doomed here. We're already fighting a losing battle, but if you stay here with me, then we surrender to them. They'll kill us both. We're part of the reason He's dead. They'll never forgive us or set us free for that," the tears were streaming down her face. She had failed and she knew it. She got cold feet in her servitude to the Dark Lord and she had gotten stuck in a trap while running from the consequences of her decision.
"No. We're in this together. They won't target Allentia if they have us. She's too young, and doesn't know any of this," Allen said. He would stand his ground and take out as many death eaters as he could when they came to collect their catch.
"Too right you are," came the drawling voice of a death eater. They had finally arrived. "We won't go after Allentia. That would be stupid. We'll get our revenge on you though. In the honor of the Dark Lord." As soon as the last word passed his lips, two jets of green light flashed brightly as they found their marks. Allen crumpled to the ground, lifeless, as his wife slumped in the invisible net. The life had left both of them, and in their wake was a daughter who was alone. Hopefully, she would find the letter they had written her. It contained everything she needed to know.
Hey everyone! I want to thank you for reading this. I'm still getting a through the intro bits, but I promise the story will be more interesting soon. I would really appreciate some reviews as to how the story is so far though (hint hint- I want to hear how you feel) like it or hate it. Suggestions of things that could make it better would be awesome. I own nothing about Harry Potter, no matter how much I wish I did. Happy reading, and I would love to hear opinions.
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