Harry Potter and the Auror of Light Introduction

The little girl, about six years old, walked into the living room to watch some evening cartoons with her mom. Her dad was out again, on a mission her mom would say. So they were all alone in the averaged sized house in the middle of England. Just as they were sitting down on the coach, there was a knock at the door. Her mom went to open it, but before she even touched the knob, it blasted open, hitting the thirty-seven year old in the head. As she fell to the floor unconscious, three men and a woman walked into the room.

"Find the girl and dispose of her," The woman said, tying the women up with ropes that shot out of her wand.

"Can't we have a little fun first, if she is the one we're looking for, shouldn't she pay for her future crimes?" a large bulky looking guy with greasy brown hair said, not sounding too smart.

"Yeah, that's what the boss would have wanted us to do," said another.

"Oh fine, just make it quick."

"Oh, please.. don't hurt..... my daughter," the mother said trying to sit up.

"Just leave her, there's nothing she can do to stop us."

The four continued on to the living room and found the six year old in the corner trembling in fear.

"Look, I think she's scared. Hm, it won't be long, when the Dark Lord comes back, we will be favored higher then any other death eater," The women said again, grinning evilly.

The young girl heard muttering and there was a stream of blood red light, coming from the wand of the large bulky guy. A sudden pain flew through her whole body, as if her very insides were on fire, like thousands of knives cutting every inch of her young skin. She tried to scream, but when her mouth opened, it only hurt more; trying to breath was like having molten lava pour down your throat. The pain was like nothing she had ever known, she wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn't come.

"Please stop," it was her mother, staring on in horror, unable to do anything.

"Shut up you old wrench." The man said who was torturing her, he turned and for a moment the pain was gone, but it was soon replaced by another pain, not physically, but to the soul.

Snap, her mother's bindings were broken and she was free. Her wand in hand she made an attack, the man who had put the spell on her now was on fire, and another was screaming on the floor holding his acid covered face.

Just as her mother had slammed the last guy into the wall, the women had shot a spell at her. The whole room had lit up with green light and for a spilt second everything was still, and her mother hadn't been hit by the spell yet, and she whispered to her child, "Run Kiera," and everything sped up again, and her mother was on the floor, not moving.

She screamed, and her dark, olive green eyes looked almost as if they were glowing and her whole world was enveloped by a bluish white like.

Everything was silent as she laid on the floor next to her mother, holding her hand, her cold hand. She was old enough to know what had just happened, and she would forever remember that day, the day her mother died.

The house was destroyed with all the men dead, the woman's body never found, and her father never came home, but somebody else came to claim her.