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A Black's Fire

Letter 2

June, Tuesday 24

Tyler Stanfield,

Once more I write to you after your letter reached me. Where should I start though? So much as happened to me in just the last 24 hours. Bellatrix. Tonks. Mother.

Mother. I wish… I wish I could have saved her. Now that I know more about what I am, I wish I could have just said a word and the pain wouldn't have been laid upon her. One day, I promise, Tyler, I promise to revenge her death.

Not now though, Tyler, the reality of her death still lingers in every bone of my body. First the answers to your letter.

I'm a witch? And what I have done is magic? It's not some weird power in which I have no control over? I can use it. I'm not alone either. Thank you, Tyler.

Now from where I left off. After our flight to Ohio, we settled down. I started going to the nearest high school and Mom took up a job in a day-care. The feds were after us, yet, and all we could do was wait.

This night, just about 3 hours ago, my mother was murdered. Killed by means of magic. Tyler! I'm alone… what am I to do? I hate being this. How can someone with such awesome power… use them for that kind of hatred?

My mother and I had a fight somewhere about eight o'clock. Over my dad. She loved him. I hated him. What more was there? When I left, it would be the last things I ever said to her as myself. When I came to the small park blocks away from our small apartment, I slid down into an abandoned bench. The night was young and the moon was shining behind the oak trees.

A beam of green light disrupted my thoughts and I glanced up. A cloaked figure bent over and straightened. The absence of a face looked around. I then noticed what I had thought was no face was a white mask. Two spots where its eyes glowed underneath caught mine.

From within the darkness of robes, a wand was pulled. "Good evening, Muggle." A woman's soft but sinister voice hissed underneath the hood. "Don't you know that being alone outside at night is dangerous?"

A step was taken towards me, and I stood. "I fear no-one. People fear me." I pulled the black hair out of my eyes as they went icy cold.

The woman, who I discovered later was named Bellatrix, looked down at me. I now noticed he was closer only inches towering above me. "You don't fear people who have just killed someone in front of you?"

I glanced where Bellatrix had just been. There was a dead body and the ground. The warm summer air sucked in and filled my lungs.

"I see you are afraid." She brought her face close to mine. "I know your eyes." Her wand stuck into my stomach. "Who are you?"

"My name is Athena Elladora Black." I murmured. I wanted somehow to not be afraid but I was afraid. I closed my eyes as I felt the comfort of the fire within me. So it hadn't abandoned me.

"This is an interesting development. So Dolohov didn't kill Black's wife. I'm so sorry he's already dead." The woman sneered and pulled off her mask. Cold blackened eyes met mine and long black hair fell through the hole in hood.

I stood up straighter and my fire built hotter. "Don't talk about my mom that way!" I pushed her away and blue fire sprung to my fingertips. "Don't talk about her!"

The woman laughed and I froze with my body growing blue. "You think you can command me?" She brought the wand up to my chest and a sneer crossed what would have been pretty lips. "Imperio!"

I don't know what happened in between the walk home and the sound of my mother screaming. All I remember is waking up from a seeming trance in front of my house. Bellatrix standing yelling Avada Kedavra. My mother falling down in the green blast. The smoke of fire making it hard to breath.

She disappeared in a blinding light as my fire took over my body. I didn't know what I was doing. All I felt was the animal instincts of running away with Mom's limp body in my arms. I hid in a cave cradling my only parent close then began to go inside once to speak to the fire within myself once more.

"What do I do?" I shouted into the burning inferno of my magic.

"Use the words Expecto Patronum, if you should be attacked. Dementors are around. This mist says it all." It liked its flames. "Go to the southern end of the park, a woman awaits you there. She is a witch by the name of Nymphadora Tonks. She will be waiting for you."

I nodded and then the words unstuck themselves. "What about Mom?"

"Use the words Incendio. She'll be burned." The fire softly dimmed. "You have to let her go, Athena. She is gone but she will not die for naught."

As the fire spoke, these words, I reeled in the tears and left its presence. I held my hand over Mom's body and recited the fire's words. Then left to find Nymphadora and Maize landed on my shoulder.

She was easy to find. Her hair was bubble gum pink and had a heart shaped face. I stepped up and held my head up high. "Nymphadora Tonks?"

The woman nodded and turned to look straight me in the eye then your owl on my shoulder. "Miss Athena Elladora Black?" She spoke with a total British accent.

My head tilted. "I was told to find you, Nymphadora."

"You found me, and call me Tonks. Now wotcher. Athena, I was sent to get you. It's a rather difficult business after your attack by Bellatrix. For now, you're to come with me. Take my arm and wotcher. This will probably hurt a little." She smiled coyly her merry green eyes shimmering.

I grabbed and the feeling of being squeezed through a plastic tube surrounded my body. Within the seconds, the feeling ebbed and I stood in broad daylight on a lonely street with Nymphadora Tonks.

A house stood before me with the number 12 on it. I blinked and took a step forward. "Where am I?"

"You can see it?" She looked sideways at me.

"See what?" I looked over at her and walked towards the old house. "Are we going in there?"

"Yes."

She led me inside with Maize and put me in a room telling me that I would be told a few answers in time. So I spent the time writing this letter with some old yellow-ish parchment paper that I found in a desk and an old fashioned quill. It felt odd the whole time and I kept having to get more ink. Now I'm going to send Maize out the window and wait for some more answers and your reply.

Athena

Elladora

Black