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"Avada Kedavra!" he cursed my parents and they fell down, their embrace still in contact, their once warm and full of life eyes dead, just gone, never to return. I gasped. Then I realized my mistake.
Oh crap. I knew I shouldn't have made any noise, but no, my mind was too shut down to comply with my smart thoughts. A fraction of a second passed as the quiet but real gasp left my trembling lips, and I hoped with everything I had at that time that they had not heard me and the police would come and help me. But their hearing was like a cat; for they ran up the stairs with astonishing agility and overcame me, pointing their sticks at me like their life depended on it. The one that killed my parents, no doubt being the leader, came over and sneered quite obviously, beneath his mask. I racked my head for something, like a search, for something like this. I didn't get it. I was so sure I read about these characters before, but from where?
It wasn't a gasp this time. It was a knee to the closest thing's groin and a swift kick to the face as another one leapt at me this time, and I raised my foot as an automatic response. Death Eaters. It can't be. They are fake, and everyone knows! They were in Harry Potter books, books! Not in real life! You can go to the movie theatre and see them, for crying out's sake!
"His orders, I believe, was to not have the girl harmed." A soft but too slimy and silky for my liking floated from the corner of the room. His black hair stood out against the long blond ones and I stumbled against a feet, crashing to the floor as they covered my fighting space and picked me up. You would have no idea how hard I fought. I even didn't know, but a stinging from my hand alerted me. I had torn my fingernails, and all five of them were broken, blood rushing down my hands, and the group was silent as one, red crimson drop fell to the floor. I hoped there weren't any-
A whoosh came at me for a second and I gasped again, as an evil looking- oh crap, it was a werewolf! I racked my head for a name, and came up with it. Fenir. Fenir Greyback. I was frozen, no doubt of my eyes wide and still, as he rushed to me to smell my blood when-
"Stupefy!" a voice growled and I turned around to see…Oh my…
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