The Day Of Death
A castle. Stands by the sea. The sea crashes below. The outside walls surrounding this castle are huge and full of ivy. The grey bricks only just peek out of the ivy that is strangling it. The castle looks completely empty, until you hear the steady clanging of swords inside.
"Hah! Nice dodge Thomas!" a man's voice yells.
"Thank you Father!" a small boy yells back.
Through the window to the left of another ivy-covered wall, we see a man duelling with what it looks like, his son. He moves back and he comes into view, taking a stab at his father.
"Ooh! That was close!" he said. "Come on Thomas! Don't hold back!" he said getting into a stance. Sweat was forming on his forehead, making his platinum blonde hair stick to his face. "But..." the boy says, stepping back a bit, still holding the sword. The man frowns. "Damn it Thomas!" he says, getting rather frustrated. "You are eleven! You need to know how to duel for when you finish school, become a wizard and will have to protect yourself in this huge arse world from the bloody Order!" he stressed. The boy sighed. "Aiight Father..." he said, getting into a stance. He held his sword tightly the fear showing it's self so clearly by how the blade was shaking. His hair was also sticking to his forehead. The man looked at him and smirked.
"Ready?" he asked. Thomas nodded and felt the courage building up inside of him. Suddenly his father sprang into action. He ran up to his son and bought the sword down hard. Thomas held his sword up on a diagonal angle and a huge clang was heard as his father's sword hit his.
"Blimey! Nice block son! But you forgot... Wizard duels aren't all swords..." he said looking down at him, with his pale grey eyes. He then pulled out his wand. "Flipendo!" he yelled. Thomas seemed to literally fly as he was hit with the spell. He hit the cushioned wall and landed on the ground. His father straightened and sheathed his sword.
"You all right?" he asked walking up to him. Thomas groaned a bit. "Everything seems to be intact..." he said, lying on his back. "You know, you could have warned me..." he said looking up at his father. He was standing there grinning. "Oh but I did... you decided not to listen..." he said holding a hand out to help him up. "That was fun." Thomas said standing up, looking up at his father.
"Yeah, we'll practise more in the holidays. Your mother got a letter this morning." his father said, undoing the sword holder and placing it on the shelf. Thomas walked over to his sword and picked it up.
"So... what was it about?" he asked, putting his sword on the shelf, beside his father's. He took a towel off the rack and wiped his face. His father put a hand on his shoulder. "Thomas... you're going to Hogwarts, in September. Your cousin Draco will be there." He said taking the other towel and wiping his face too. Thomas looked up at him and frowned. "But... mother said I can't hang around with Draco, because of Uncle Lucius and how bad of a reputation he has." he said reciting his mother's words. His father nodded and leaded him out of the Duelling Room. "Yes, We know, but you see, we still want you to go to Hogwarts. It doesn't matter anymore if you hang around with Draco. You could change him for the best. You need more friends anyway..." They both walked down the hall together. Thomas just barely kept up. "So, what's this school like anyway?" he asked. His father looked down at him with a stern look on his face. "How about you talk this over with your mother...I'm going to take a shower." He said dodging the question completely. Thomas stopped in the middle of the hallway, watching his father walk off, his pale, grey eyes, staring unblinkingly after he left.
"Aiight father..." he whispered. Thomas looked up at the picture of his family reunion that was beside him. The whole picture was eerie. The Malfoy, Black and Taylor family were all in a bunch. Malfoy on the left, Black in the middle and Taylor on the right. His mother's family, They Taylors, were all Veela. Their pale eyes were staring out at him. He didn't really like looking at the picture. The Malfoys were all standing there, fit to burst, full of pride and the Blacks were all standing in the middle, keeping the Malfoys and Taylors from fighting. Thomas directed his eyes away from the picture and continued walking down the hallway, his footsteps echoing, bouncing off the walls. He walked into the dining room, looking for his mother.
"Mother?" he called. There was no answer. A puzzled look came across his face. "Mother?" called Thomas again, walking to the main staircase leading upstairs. "Where in the Muggle hell is she?" he asked himself.
"I know where she is..." a small voice said. I small hand was tugging at Thomas' tee shirt. He looked down. It was the house elf, Chrysler. He smiled. "Gidday Chrysler. So where is she?" he asked. Chrysler tugged at her tiny blue dress. "I do believe she is outside, painting." She replied. Thomas nodded. "Thanks Chrysler." He said walking towards the kitchen. "Only here to help..." she said walking away.
Thomas walked through the kitchen, grabbing an apple out of the fruit bowl. He bit into it and opened the door. The sun was beginning to set and it was quite warm. The sea was crashing on the beach below and the salty smell wafted around him. His mother, Lucretia, was standing beside an easel, staring at the sea. Thomas bit into the apple again. He looked at his mother. Her blue dress was moving in the breeze and her hair was too. The ribbon on her hat moved with it. He stopped staring and walked over to her and stood beside her, looking at the sea. The sunset had started, making the sea an orange colour.
"Beautiful, isn't it Thomas...this will be the last time in a while we can do this." She looked down at him and crouched down, putting an arm around him. "Mum..." Thomas said putting his apple core into the rubbish bin beside the easel. She looked into his eyes. "Yes?" she asked. "Mum... I hope you know when I go to Hogwarts, I will change." He said looking at her. She looked back at the sea and seemed to sigh a bit. "I know. Your father did. He was such a nice boy... until his seventh year, when he became a Death Eater." She looked back at him. "I know this will happen to you too Thomas." She whispered. The sun began to disappear and the stars began to come out. "You won't hate me... will you mum?" he asked. She smiled. "No hunny. I won't hate you for it. It's destiny..." she said, reassuring him. Thomas sighed. "What's Hogwarts like mum...will I like it?" he asked, looking at the painting. The sun was setting above the sea. A couple were standing by the cliff looking out to the horizon. "Thomas, I guarantee you will like it. You will make lots of friends, learn spells and possibly meet a special girl..." she said dreamily. Thomas looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "Yuck! I don't like girls mum!" he said, folding his arms. "They are different! And! They have different body parts!"
Lucretia was surprised at the fact that Thomas already knew a lot about the opposite sex. She silently hoped that he would treat females with some courtesy, unlike his father did when he was fifteen. As she was thinking, William, Thomas's father came up behind her and hugged her tightly from behind and started kissing her neck.
"Bleh! Mum! Dad! Public display!" he groaned. "I'm dying!" he said, bringing his hands up to his neck and making strangling noises. He lay on the grass rolling around coughing. Lucretia and William both laughed at their son's display on the grass. "Oh you will change your mind soon enough..." Lucretia said with a grin. Thomas sat up. "Wanna bet?" he said poking out his tongue. He lay back on the grass and looked at the sky. The sun had completely set now and the stars were out. Lucretia and William looked up. They saw the planet Venus and smiled.
"Theres the first planet we saw together at Hogwarts, remember Lucretia?" William said, putting his hands around her waist and holding her close. "Yes I remember. We met in Astronomy." She said staring at the stars.
Thomas snorted at the two talking and saw a really odd star. It was way to bright. It also seemed to be abnormally close. Then it started moving, as if it was spelling something out. He watched it carefully and started reading it out.
"V...o...l...d...e...Umm.."
Lucretia and William listened to him and then looked at each other. "Put him in the house now..." William said letting go of Lucretia, with a stern look on his face. Lucretia nodded and ran over to Thomas. "Come now Thomas. Quickly..." she said picking him up by the shoulders. "But the star! It's writing!" he said, desperately wanting to know what it was spelling. "M...and look there's an O!" Lucretia tugged him and he ran behind his mother.
"Mum! Your painting!" he said, tugging away from her. His hand slipped out of hers and he sprinted towards the painting and his father. "Thomas!" she screamed. "Get back here! Your father will get it!" she yelled chasing after him. Thomas suddenly stopped when he saw his father drop to his knees. He was holding his left arm and groaning.
"Dad!" he yelled running up to him. Suddenly everything went dead quiet and cold. Thomas could see his own breath. He could hear himself breathing deeply, the groaning of his father and the footsteps of his mother behind him. A whooshing sound was heard above them and Thomas looked up. Dementors. Everywhere.
"Thomas!" Lucretia cried out again. "Run to me now!" she said, her breath showing in the cold air. Thomas was petrified. He didn't know what to do; his dad was about to be taken by dementors, for no reason.
He looked at his father. He looked pathetic, kneeling on the ground, being surrounded by Dementors. Lucretia came up behind Thomas and grabbed his arm, dragging him back to the house.
Lucretia opened the kitchen door and pulled Thomas in. after pulling him in she locked it. "Chrysler!" she called. Chrysler ran into the kitchen, as fast as her little elf legs could take her. "I saw mistress. Shall I take him to his room?" she suggested. Lucretia closed the curtains and looked back at them, her eyes full of tears.
"Yes, yes Chrysler." She said getting closer to Thomas. She hugged him tightly. "Thomas...I will see you tomorrow morning. Your father and I have matters to deal with. Don't worry, we'll be okay..."
Tears were going down her face, making her mascara run. Thomas had a blank expression on his face and stared at the ground. Chrysler took his hands and led him to the stairs.
"Come on Tom..." she said, trying to calm him down. She took him upstairs and to his bedroom. His stomach growled loudly. "Chrysler heard that..." she said with a small smile. "Here, you go into your room and Chrysler will fix you up a good meal." She said opening the door.
Thomas walked into his room and over to the window, peering out the closed curtains. There was his father. A dozen Dementors were around him in a semi-circle and one man was standing in front of him, wand pointing at his chest. Thomas slowed his breathing right down so he could hear them talking.
"Malfoy, you have seemed to fail me again at getting the stone." He hissed. Thomas squinted at the man. His head was awkward. The back of his head moved when he spoke. He felt really confused.
"Now because you failed. I can make a little white lie and say you murdered the boy's parents eleven years ago!" he yelled. "Killed whose parents..." Thomas whispered. The man turned suddenly at Thomas's window. "Malfoy, it seems your son want's to listen to this conversation too, lets see how pathetic you really are!" he laughed. "Crutio..." he spoke. As the spells words were spoken, William was on the ground, yelling, begging for mercy. The man with two faces started to laugh louder. Thomas cringed at the laughter and closed the curtain. He walked to the corner of his room and sat down, his back to the door. He blocked his ears and closed his eyes, rocking back and forth, trying to block out the sound. It didn't work. He opened his eyes again and stared at the wall, listening to his father's cries and the man's laughter.
"I can't stand it..." he whispered. He stood up slowly and walked over to the window, opening it.
"You leave him alone! You! ... you mudblood!" he yelled. The man stopped laughing and called the spell off. The words seemed to have penetrated him deeper than Thomas intended. "Get him..." he pointed to the Dementors. "Thomas! No!" his father yelled. "Shut the window! Now!" As those words uttered out of his father's mouth Thomas slammed the window shut, locking the top of it. His breathing had become uneven and scared.
"Hah! You won't defy me again if I kill you!" the man yelled. Thomas stared out the window and the man raised his wand.
"Avada Kedavara!"
A jet of green light emitted out of the wand and hit William, square in the chest. He seemed to gasp as if the air was sucked out of him. He then lay on the ground, a crumpled heap. He didn't move. The man gave one last laugh and disappeared with a crack. The Dementors faded into the shadows and his mother's scream was heard from the kitchen. It all happened at once.
The door from the kitchen burst open and Lucretia sprinted into the darkness, her wand alight. She crouched beside her dead husband. "William! William! Wake up! Oh please for Merlin's sake! Wake up!" she cried, shaking his violently. Thomas looked down at them. His father lying motionless in his mother's arms, cold bloodedly murdered by a man with two faces. Cold bloodedly murdered in front of his eyes. He felt numb. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't cry, he couldn't speak, and he couldn't even breathe properly. He didn't feel a smidgen of emotion. Just nothing.