A/N: Sorry about the long wait, I was sick for a week and we got a ton of assignment so im only JUST catching up in school. Add 2 horses into the mix and a bunch of roleplay sites that I play and post on everyday and the time to do chapters is very short. I have a science assignment due this lesson, but MEH. Le story ish more important~

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

"Mum, dad, im home!" She yelled to the house, her voice echoing throughout the night.

Belinda heard her voice echo and awaited a response from her parents. The responding silence frightened her, and she wrung her hands together in worry. She turned back to the familiar door to shut it, when she noticed a dent within it and blood splattered across it. Her fingers trailed over the pattern of the blood and the dents, and she could feel the dread within her. It was accompanied with fear, worry and anticipation. Quietly, she pushed the door shut and froze as it made a loud to her but not to anyone else within the house 'click'.

After a moment of standing stock still and waiting for someone to make their presence apparent, Belinda relaxed into a less tense position, but her hand moved to her wand in the meantime. She felt ridiculous in her hospital gown, but if someone was going to attack her she didn't really care what she wore. She could remember watching horror movies with her muggle friends, and how the person would always call out again and then get killed. She didn't want that to happen at all, so she very quietly moved through the dark house. Her wand was out and ready for the fight.

As she moved down the hallway to the lounge room, she noticed more blood splattered across the wall and several smashed vases with knocked over stands. Flowers lay completely dead on the floor, they looked as if they had been burnt for they had wilted so much. Frames that had hung on the wall were broken, glass shattered around them with pictures ripped and torn. Belinda continued to walk forwards, and once she reached the door to the lounge she pressed herself flat against the wall and calmed her jittery nerves.

She gripped her wand tighter and placed her hand on the door handle, slowly turning it and opening the door. She stepped into the room with her wand right out and her mouth opened to cast a spell, but she closed it when she saw none was there. Much like the hallway, everything in the room was broken. Chairs were overturned with their stuffing spread everywhere, vases broken, glass shattered, pictures torn, the TV smashed, the computer laying with bits and pieces everywhere. There was droplets of blood sprayed all along the walls, and a large amount rested on the floor in the middle of the room. By now, Belinda was panicking. If someone had hurt her parents she would not stop until said person was dead.

She no longer cared about remaining silent as she ran into the kitchen. Cupboard doors had broken hinges, the oven was smashed, the fridge had blood all along it with scratches and dents, plates were shattered all across the floor and a smear of blood was across the bench tops. She had no idea what had happened here, but tears were beginning to stram down her cheeks. Her footsteps echoed throughout the house as she bolted down yet another smashed and broken hallway and saw holes in the wall. She threw open the door to her bedroom and frowned as she saw it remained perfectly un-touched. She ran to her parents room, and let out a wail as she saw everything ruined and blood all over everything. She bolted for her brother's room, and her scream of torture echoed throughout the night.

She collapsed and stared at the blood-smothered room. Everything was broken here, much like the rest of the house, but this was worse. This was her little brother, Toby. Sweet, innocent little Toby whom she loved and cherished with all of her being. She had hoped that this room would be like hers, that he had escaped whatever happened here. A note lay on the floor in the middle, and wondered what it read. She picked it up, and in her brothers messy scrawl it read 'Help!'. She wondered why he would write help and then leave the note, but that was when she saw a string next to it and spied her brothers dead owl. Clearly he had tried to get help from someone.

She forced herself to stand up, but continued crying silently. The tears ran down her cheeks as she sniffled and wiped at them, but they just kept coming. She tasted them on her lips, heard them drip onto the carpet. After moments of standing still, hoping that this was a dream and not reality, she managed to continue to move. She had to get out of here, she had to find out what had happened. But, as she stared down the hallway she saw a door that hadn't been there before. Curiously, she moved towards it and against her better jugment she hoped that perhaps her family had hidden in there, away from whomever had attacked them.

What she saw when she entered was not at all what the grieving girl had expected. The walls were painted bright pink with yellow and blue butterflies lining them. The carpet was new-ish and a beautiful blue. There were teddies with their heads ripped off here and there, and a pink crib. She ran over to the crib and stared inside, relieved to see no blood. She realised her parents must've had another child when she was gone, and perhaps it was that important message her mother had wanted to tell her before she left for the battle.

"Merlin." She breathed, realising that her newest sister was most likely dead. Her scream of anguish echoed, and she was sure that the people in the neighborhood were wondering what was going on in this ever silent house. She ran through it and outside, but as she did she noticed something she hadn't seen before. A sign, much like the one outside Lily and James' house. She looked at the sign and gasped at what it read.

The home of the White's.
May they always be remembered
in the Wizarding World for defeating
Lucius Malfoy by muggle means before
they were murdered by another death eater.

"No, no, no, no, no!" She chanted, falling onto the ground and burying her face in her hands. "This isn't how it's meant to be! Where's my happily ever after? This isn't FAIR!" She wailed. She finally stood up after many hours of sobbing, and with her cheeks red and her eyes puffy, she twisted on her heel and whizzed away from that place.

A/N: I almost cried just writing that! Dx, poor Belinda. 3 years in a coma and now this? Why, me, why? Cookies for all!

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