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Chaeli's scream pierced the air.

She screamed as loud as she could, attracting all of the attention of the people in the house to herself.

Her father spun on his heel to face her, a shocked, yet angry look clouding over his features. He put his wand away and glared at her. "You little brat!" he yelled, storming over to his daughter. "I ordered you to be upstairs!" He slapped her across the face and she fell to the hard floor, shaking and crying. He kicked her roughly across the room. She hit the side of the door and an enormous wave of pain shot through her body; it felt as if her head was about to be separated from her neck.

"Get up," her father told her strictly.

Chaeli didn't move.

"I said get up!" he yelled again; kicking her stomach before stepping back and sighing. He held his hand to his forehead much like Mike had done just minutes before. The back of her neck, slightly numb in the place it had hit the wall, was now wet with a thick, sticky liquid; making she squirm uncomfortably.

He chuckled evilly. "She witnessed her mother's death," he taunted, "What a shame." He shook his head and looked down at her with cold, laughing eyes. Grabbing his wand from his pants pocket, he knelt down next to her and held the wand to her forehead. "I had really wanted to keep you." Footsteps could be heard from upstairs, frantically running around as if looking for something. "It's a shame that his Lordship told me specifically to kill any witnesses." A calloused hand ran over her cheek and to the back of her head. He pulled his hand away a second later and stared at a thick, crimson liquid.

She flinched as he reached down and wiped the blood onto her t-shirt; tears were streaming from her eyes. "D-daddy. . ." she pleaded and let out a loud sob, "Daddy, please. . . no. . . please."

Her head jerked back roughly as he pulled her hair. A small scream of pain came from her shaking mouth. "I am to do only his Lordship's bidding," he growled at his daughter, "So sorry daughter dearest." The last two words held deep sarcasm and what she thought was hatred.

The wand was soon taken from her forehead as her father stood and looked down at her once more. "Trust me, Chaeli. This is harder for me than it is for you," he said sarcastically, "I do love all of you." He raised his wand once more, an evil grin taking over his face.

"Avada Ked-…"

"Expelliarmus!"

Someone yelled the spell out behind her. There was a flash of light and her father's wand flew from his hand and into his attacker's open palm. The sound of footsteps echoed through the hardwood floors as her savior drew nearer.

"I can't believe this. She were about to kill her own daughter!" they screamed at her father.

She knew that voice. Her mind was fuzzy and she couldn't think straight, but she knew that she remembered that voice. It was so familiar; but who was it? She looked up, tears still flowing from her eyes.

Michael.

'Oh, thank God.'

He was glaring across her limp body at her father. His eyes were wide with realization of what he was about to do. "I. . . I. . ." he stammered, dropping to his knees and staring at his trembling hands. He tried to speak again, but no sound came from his mouth.

He looked up at Michael, who still had his wand clutched tightly in his fist. His eyes squinted shut as he turned his head toward her mother's lifeless form. Not a sound echoed throughout the room in those few seconds. Everyone even seemed to stop breathing.

Trying to catch his quivering breath, her father opened his eyes, preparing for the worst. His face took on a horror-stricken look as soon as he saw his wife's body lying limply beside the refrigerator; her skin was pale and her eyes, her beautiful blue eyes, open wide in fear; her hair was sprawled across her back to the floor; not a breath coming from her open mouth.

Michael and Chaeli both watched silently as her father crawled over to her corpse. He touched her face gently, running his fingers lightly over her pale skin. "What have I done?" he breathed, shaking as he looked back at his two oldest children, watching from the door.

The teens both looked back, regret and fear etched into their features as silence once again claimed the large kitchen.

The hush was shortly broken when four loud cracks echoed through the room and four people appeared, standing in front of her, facing her father's trembling form. "Mr. Davidson," said one of them, walking over to her father and glaring down at him. He had short brown hair, still matted down, as if he had just woken up. "You are under arrest by order of the Ministry of Magic under the act of murder in the first degree and the use of an Unforgivable Curse. You are condemned to a life sentence in Azkaban. If you do not cooperate, we will not hesitate to take you by force."

Two of the other Ministry Officials, one a woman with cropped blonde hair and deep blue robes on, and the other, a bald man with dark green robes, stepped on each side of him, pulling him up by his arms. Her father, still in shock, did not respond; his eyes were still fixated on her mother's body, as if trying to reassure himself that it was only a dream.

The blonde woman had a disgusted scowl on her face as she flicked her wand toward him making ropes emerge from the end, binding around her father's hands and feet. "Mobilicorpus," she said, annoyed, walking out of the house with her wand; her father trailing in the air behind her. A loud crack could soon be heard, as she and her father apparated back to the Ministry.

The brown haired man sighed. "Manning, Warrick," he said sharply, looking at the two people left in the room (with the exception of she and Michael). "Take the body back to the Ministry. See what arrangements they can make. . . Oh, and be sure to tell the muggle police that there was a murder, but we've already caught the culprit. I'm going to stay here and deal with the children." He waved them both out of the room after they had picked up her mother's body, and turned to she; looking she and Mike over.

"Terribly sorry about her loss," he said after a moment, running his hand through his hair. "We had a feeling this would happen eventually, just not so soon." He glanced at she, who was still on the floor, and Mike, who was standing protectively over she. "I'm Frank Riley. Head auror at the American Ministry," he explained, reaching out to shake Mike's hand.

"Michael Davidson," Mike told him, grasping his hand firmly and glancing down at her. "This is my sister, Chaeli."

She stood shakily, with some help from her brother, wondering how he could be so strong after seeing what had just happened. Mr. Riley looked at her, his eyes full of pity. "Once again, I am terribly sorry," he said, looking around the kitchen. "There are supposed to be three of you," he looked around the room and stepped around her to glance down the hallway. "Where's the other?" He turned back to face Mike.

Mike looked at him. "Ashlyn is upstairs," he explained, "She had just fallen asleep before it happened." Mr. Riley nodded and proceeded to walk down the hallway toward the stairs.

"Thank you. Now if she'll just show me to her room so we can pick her up before we leave. . ." he started, looking back at the two siblings.

Chaeli's eyes widened. "L-Leave?" she asked in confusion. "What do she mean leave? This is our home; she can't just take us away like that!"

He sighed and ran his hand through his hair again. "Miss Davidson, I'm sorry, but she can't stay here," he told Chaeli, looking up the stairs warily. "She would need a legal guardian, and there is no one left here with her father in Azkaban and her mother. . .well. . ."

"Dead. . ." Chaeli finished for him, choking over the word. She looked at him again, tears still in her eyes. Then, a bright idea came to mind, "What if Mike takes care of us? He's of age!"

Mike's hand rested on her shoulder and she glanced back at him.

"Once again, Miss Davidson, I'm sorry. We are not permitted to give custody to anyone until they are 21 years of age. Her brother is only 18 and. . ."

"I know how old he is!" she snapped back, sobbing. "What are we supposed to do then! Go to some foster home and leave with people we don't even know!" Tears still streaming down her face, she turned around and buried her face into Mike's chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt.

Mike wrapped his arms around her comfortingly, and looked up at Mr. Riley. "Sir, we have an aunt. . . on our mother's side. . . We haven't seen her much, but I'm sure she wouldn't mind taking us in," he offered, rubbing her shaking back.

Mr. Riley nodded. "Thank you Mike. We were planning for the three of you to move to London with her. She has been informed of her arrival already," he explained, stepping toward the stairs. "Now, we'll have to get her things together, she'll be expecting she later on tonight."

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