DISCLAIMER: Plot and character's belong to me. General background (i.e.
Death Eaters, floo powder, the Hogwarts universe, etc.) belong to JKR.
*sighs* I wish they were mine.
The night the Death Eaters came, there was no one to help her. No one to call on; no one nearby. They appeared on her doorstep, and knocked on the door. Like anyone normal. Nothing out of the ordinary.
She heard her mother open the door. Seconds later she heard the screams of terror. Her father had followed her mother out and was welcomed with the sight of his wife gushing blood from self-inflicted wounds.
Then they turned to her father. He tried to plea for his life; beg for them to spare them. They had done nothing wrong. Why them? Why them?
Naturally they didn't listen. Instead they turned to him. Used imperius. He was forced to kill his own wife. He used only his bare hands.
The Death Eaters didn't care for the thought that there might be children around. They probably knew. After all, it was Christmas Break.
She grabbed floo powder from the packet on the shelf. Just in case of an emergency. Well, this was an emergency if ever there was one.
"L-l-l-lionsden L-l-l-lake." She just barely managed to stutter it out.
When she arrived in the fireplace of her best friends home, there were tears in her eyes. Marie Trawlsley, her friend, hurried over.
"What happened? What's the matter?"
She barely managed to swallow back her tears. "Th-th-they're gone. Mum. Dad. Everyone."
"But who?"
After a deep breath, she spat out the words. "The Death Eaters. Voldemort."
Marie flinched. Then she leapt into action. "Mum! I need you. Immediately!"
As her mother bustled downstairs, she responded, "Yes?" However, she stopped short when she saw the crying girl on the flagstones of the fireplace.
"Mum, the Death Eaters attacked her place. They're dead."
Her mother was shocked, but did what she could. "Don't worry, we'll care for you. Marie! Alert the ministry, please."
Marie did what she was told, and soon enough the ministry was on their way. But it was too late.
She found out hours later that when the ministry had gotten there, it was too late. The pale, sickly green of the Dark Mark hung over her house, with the bodies of her mother, father, and younger sister.
There is nothing else to say about the sad tale, except for one thing; that girl was me.
The night the Death Eaters came, there was no one to help her. No one to call on; no one nearby. They appeared on her doorstep, and knocked on the door. Like anyone normal. Nothing out of the ordinary.
She heard her mother open the door. Seconds later she heard the screams of terror. Her father had followed her mother out and was welcomed with the sight of his wife gushing blood from self-inflicted wounds.
Then they turned to her father. He tried to plea for his life; beg for them to spare them. They had done nothing wrong. Why them? Why them?
Naturally they didn't listen. Instead they turned to him. Used imperius. He was forced to kill his own wife. He used only his bare hands.
The Death Eaters didn't care for the thought that there might be children around. They probably knew. After all, it was Christmas Break.
She grabbed floo powder from the packet on the shelf. Just in case of an emergency. Well, this was an emergency if ever there was one.
"L-l-l-lionsden L-l-l-lake." She just barely managed to stutter it out.
When she arrived in the fireplace of her best friends home, there were tears in her eyes. Marie Trawlsley, her friend, hurried over.
"What happened? What's the matter?"
She barely managed to swallow back her tears. "Th-th-they're gone. Mum. Dad. Everyone."
"But who?"
After a deep breath, she spat out the words. "The Death Eaters. Voldemort."
Marie flinched. Then she leapt into action. "Mum! I need you. Immediately!"
As her mother bustled downstairs, she responded, "Yes?" However, she stopped short when she saw the crying girl on the flagstones of the fireplace.
"Mum, the Death Eaters attacked her place. They're dead."
Her mother was shocked, but did what she could. "Don't worry, we'll care for you. Marie! Alert the ministry, please."
Marie did what she was told, and soon enough the ministry was on their way. But it was too late.
She found out hours later that when the ministry had gotten there, it was too late. The pale, sickly green of the Dark Mark hung over her house, with the bodies of her mother, father, and younger sister.
There is nothing else to say about the sad tale, except for one thing; that girl was me.