Her body ached.
Memories of before came swimming back in mind. Was it just a dream?
She pinched her cheek roughly, wiping the crimson blood off her hands.
::damnit...all real::
She held her breath. Her whole body was shaking, and she couldn't control the tears.
A soft moan escaped her lips..."Mum?"
She pushed past the rubble. It was pitched black. She remembered a high cruel laugh.
::this isn't funny::
She made her way to where it felt to be her living room floor, gasping for breath as she shoved aside the clutter. Her head was throbbing in the effort of thinking. It just couldn't be.
Her hand reached a hinge...a golden hinge. The front door! She felt her way to the handle, clasping her hand against the cool metal. She quickly thrust the door open, making her way to the wooden bench.
::what the...::
Something foggy grey was hovering above her. It was worst fears come true. The Dark Mark. She remembered. Death Eaters. Mum screaming.
***"Autumn, you have to get out of here...run Autumn...don't look back..."
"But Mum, why...Mum...what's wrong?"
Tears were streaming down Mum's face, and she looked ghastly faint.
She barely made out the sound of the front door creaking open.
Mum had put her finger to her lips, hushing her.
"Run Autumn!" It wasn't pleading anymore...it was a command.
"No Mum! What's wrong? Tell me!" ***
But she couldn't remember anymore. Anything except her Mum begging a black hooded figure. That, and something very hard knocking her out.
She had to find Mum!
With a sudden burst of energy, she clumsily ran back into the ruins, straining her eyes for any sight for her family. She didn't know if her brother, Erik, had been home. She hoped that he hadn't. She loved Erik very much, and had always looked up to him. He was handsome, 16 years old, only two years older than herself. She had always been strangely jealous of him, the way people mooned over his good looks, or how he moved himself with such elegance, while she was not overly-attractive, as she sometimes called her brother, and she could not make it one day without breaking at least three things.
As for her father, she didn't have one, he had died when she was one year old, and she had no memories of him.
She pushed back a strand of her long ebony-black hair, and fought an impulse to scream.
::Oh, hell with it::
She screamed.
She remembered her wand that had been in her pocket before...before the accident. She quickly reached her hand into her jeans, and sighed with relief as her hand touched the mahogany. She muttered "Lumos" and didn't have too search very long before she saw it...
::bloody hell::
Her mother was sprawled across the dining room floor, a dark pool of red blood formed underneath her. Erik's hand was limply held on Mum's leg, closed around his holly wand.
"Erik?! Erik answer me!"
She sobbed. It was no use. They were dead. Her stormy blue eyes dripped with hot tears, tears that were streaming down her pale white face.
Mum, Erik, dead?
Dead.
Then she didn't want life either! Why the hell had she survived? Oh, Merlin, why me?
She didn't think. She, being homeschooled, was immensely above her years in transfiguration. Her mum had always believed in a good education. Her mum. She quickly transfigured a shard of glass into a knife.
::I'm sorry I lived Mom::
She gripped the knife roughly, although her hand was shaking. She rubbed it against her neck.
::So cold, so tempting::
She took the plunge. She felt her life sweeping before her, she felt the warm gush of blood, she felt...
A hand. An arm. She heard a voice.
"Hurry quick! She's bleeding all over the place!"
Autumn wearily blinked an eye open.
A soft, shadowy figure stood in front of her.
"It's alright Autumn, It's going to be okay. I'm taking you to Hogwarts."
*Author's Note* So? Was it good? I'm not continuing with this story until I make sure that SOME people out there like it, so pleez review! Criticism accepted! Tell me what you think!
Memories of before came swimming back in mind. Was it just a dream?
She pinched her cheek roughly, wiping the crimson blood off her hands.
::damnit...all real::
She held her breath. Her whole body was shaking, and she couldn't control the tears.
A soft moan escaped her lips..."Mum?"
She pushed past the rubble. It was pitched black. She remembered a high cruel laugh.
::this isn't funny::
She made her way to where it felt to be her living room floor, gasping for breath as she shoved aside the clutter. Her head was throbbing in the effort of thinking. It just couldn't be.
Her hand reached a hinge...a golden hinge. The front door! She felt her way to the handle, clasping her hand against the cool metal. She quickly thrust the door open, making her way to the wooden bench.
::what the...::
Something foggy grey was hovering above her. It was worst fears come true. The Dark Mark. She remembered. Death Eaters. Mum screaming.
***"Autumn, you have to get out of here...run Autumn...don't look back..."
"But Mum, why...Mum...what's wrong?"
Tears were streaming down Mum's face, and she looked ghastly faint.
She barely made out the sound of the front door creaking open.
Mum had put her finger to her lips, hushing her.
"Run Autumn!" It wasn't pleading anymore...it was a command.
"No Mum! What's wrong? Tell me!" ***
But she couldn't remember anymore. Anything except her Mum begging a black hooded figure. That, and something very hard knocking her out.
She had to find Mum!
With a sudden burst of energy, she clumsily ran back into the ruins, straining her eyes for any sight for her family. She didn't know if her brother, Erik, had been home. She hoped that he hadn't. She loved Erik very much, and had always looked up to him. He was handsome, 16 years old, only two years older than herself. She had always been strangely jealous of him, the way people mooned over his good looks, or how he moved himself with such elegance, while she was not overly-attractive, as she sometimes called her brother, and she could not make it one day without breaking at least three things.
As for her father, she didn't have one, he had died when she was one year old, and she had no memories of him.
She pushed back a strand of her long ebony-black hair, and fought an impulse to scream.
::Oh, hell with it::
She screamed.
She remembered her wand that had been in her pocket before...before the accident. She quickly reached her hand into her jeans, and sighed with relief as her hand touched the mahogany. She muttered "Lumos" and didn't have too search very long before she saw it...
::bloody hell::
Her mother was sprawled across the dining room floor, a dark pool of red blood formed underneath her. Erik's hand was limply held on Mum's leg, closed around his holly wand.
"Erik?! Erik answer me!"
She sobbed. It was no use. They were dead. Her stormy blue eyes dripped with hot tears, tears that were streaming down her pale white face.
Mum, Erik, dead?
Dead.
Then she didn't want life either! Why the hell had she survived? Oh, Merlin, why me?
She didn't think. She, being homeschooled, was immensely above her years in transfiguration. Her mum had always believed in a good education. Her mum. She quickly transfigured a shard of glass into a knife.
::I'm sorry I lived Mom::
She gripped the knife roughly, although her hand was shaking. She rubbed it against her neck.
::So cold, so tempting::
She took the plunge. She felt her life sweeping before her, she felt the warm gush of blood, she felt...
A hand. An arm. She heard a voice.
"Hurry quick! She's bleeding all over the place!"
Autumn wearily blinked an eye open.
A soft, shadowy figure stood in front of her.
"It's alright Autumn, It's going to be okay. I'm taking you to Hogwarts."
*Author's Note* So? Was it good? I'm not continuing with this story until I make sure that SOME people out there like it, so pleez review! Criticism accepted! Tell me what you think!