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Always Remember

Manda was still thinking about Justin. She remembered the night as if it was yesterday, and a tear came to her eye when she thought about it, but she didn't let it fall. The night played through her head.

It was a Friday night in early September. Most people went home over the weekends, but Manda didn't. Sometimes she went to a house of her friends, other times she stayed at school. She never went home. Her Dad couldn't stand her being in his house more that was necessary. Neither her mom nor dad could stand her being alive, she knew he only took her in to make himself look good, and of course he had to look good if he wanted to stay the President of the United Magical States of America.

That weekend she decided to stay at Justin's house. He lived not far out of town, in what appeared to be a quaint cottage from the outside. Inside it was much larger. As you entered you could see the nearly untouched kitchen off to the right. Two doors were straight a head, both bearing staircases. To the left was the den, as Justin's father called it.

They entered the empty house after walking from the town; it was one of the places you could be transported to from the school. They went up the staircase behind the door on the right. At the top of the stairs there was a small hallway with 3 doors, one led to the bathroom, one opened up to Justin's dad's room, and the last one was Justin's room.

It was around eight o'clock when they reached his room because they had decided to stay at the academy for dinner; it was much easier that way. Both of them decided that they should probably actually do there homework, because their teachers seem to like that for some reason. There were only two short papers due on Monday, so they didn't expect it would take that long. At quarter after nine, they were both about finished, when they heard the door open. They both knew it was Justin's dad, probably plastered if they knew him right.

"JUSTIN!" he yelled unevenly though the house, "Get your ass down here! Now Dammit!"

"Don't go, please, he's drunk." Manda pleaded to Justin, "Please…remember what he did last time."

"I have to go. You know my Dad."

"That's exactly why you can't go. Please, don't!"

"JUSTIN! Where the hell are you!" it was his father again.

"I have to, stay here. I don't want you to get hurt too. I'll be alright," he said trying to reassure himself more then anyone else.

After he left the room and started down the stairs, Manda followed almost immediately. Neither Justin or his father noticed she was watching from the bottom of the stairs.

"What do you want, Father" Justin asked with a note of nervousness.

"YOU LET HIM GET AWAY!" his dad replied angrily, not answering the question.

"Who?"

"YOU LET HIM GET AWAY!" It was then that he marched into the kitchen, and grabbed up the blender seeming as if he were going to throw it.

"Father, what are you doing with that?"

"Come here boy," he said taking his wand from his pocket threateningly.

Justin stepped into the kitchen warily to where his father was holding the blender, still plugged in.

"Come closer boy. Closer dammit! Espectialvo!" It was a spell, a simple one, which stops people from noticing anything for a few seconds. The blender turned on and a loud low-pitched yell rung out through the house. Justin's father hand put his son's hand into the blender and turned it on, Justin struggled to try and remove it, but his father was stronger and kept pushing it farther in, into the sharp blades spinning quickly, cutting easily through the flesh and muscle, destroying even the bone.

"Why did you let him get away!" his dad yelled over the screams of pain from his child, who gave no answer, "Why!"

Manda couldn't take it anymore she had to help him. She ran from the stairs to the kitchen, but before she could do anything she heard the words leave his dad's mouth, "Yamast Hellradal Salzand Amnation" One of the only curses that had the same purpose as Avada Kedavra, to kill. There was a difference though, it wasn't quick and it wasn't painless.

She saw him drop to his knees in pain, dying. Without thinking she cast her own curse on his father, tears streaming down her face. The curse was not one of death, but worse for him. At first he only loses consciousness, but the curse makes it so the person who it's cast on will always feel all the pain that they had ever caused, physically or emotionally, "Sscancer Mazcottz Lavuinesx." A black light emerged from the tip of her wand and hit him dead in the chest. He collapsed.

She ran over to Justin, you could see the pain in his face as she sat next to him on the floor, watching him die. She couldn't do anything, she couldn't help him, once it was cast, there was no reverse, "Goodbye." She whispered to him, kissing him gently on his forehead, speaking to him one last time.

"Manda? Are you okay?" Rogers voice brought her back to the present. She was leaning against the wall in the hallway.

"Yeah…I'm fine." She replies, but she looked pale and was a bit shaken.

"You look really bad, are you sure you're okay? What's the matter?"

"Its Justin."

"Him being dead?"

"No…I've known so many people who have died. It's being there when he died, and not being able to help him. I should have helped him earlier. He would still be alive if I had gone and helped him earlier dammit! Its all my fault he's dead."

"No its not. It was his dad, it wasn't you're fault."

"You weren't there, I was. I could have stopped it."

"You know his dad, he probably would have killed you too if you did try and stop him."

"Still…"

"Don't worry about it, there's nothing you could have done. You can't change the past, so don't try."

"I suppose you're right."

"Come on, let's go to Slytherin's common room. How's everyone else? Are they alright still?"

"Yeah. I guess, Samantha took Justin's death the worst, but she's better now."

"You still go to the meetings?"

"I didn't make the last one, I suppose I should still go. Do you know when the next one here is?"

"November 1st I think. If you already missed one you should probably go, you know how Voldie is."

"And you know I'm still more powerful then him. Umm... is this a dead end?"

They had reached a wall in front of them and there seemed to be no passageways through.

"No, we're here. Death To Mortals," The door opens, "That's the password, Death To Mortals is. Don't know how that became the password though, since most of the house is Mortal."