Kaeli stood on the Astronomy Tower looking out over the dark forest to the east where somewhere in the far distance her home, once beautiful and strong was now nothing but a pile of ash. She could feel in her heart that the time was coming to avenge her parents and grandparents, her aunts and uncles, her cousins...all were gone, but she lived with their screams and begging for mercy. Men wearing black robes and skull masks had appeared out of nowhere and attacked. Her great grandfather, the great Mans Thorsen, son of Thor Moon Son had taken them all on by himself. He was a sight to behold, he was strong as all his Norse kin. At well over a hundred he seemed a giant among men despite the white hair and beard. Behind him his sons had formed a wall between the intruders and the women and children. There had been nowhere to run for them. One blonde young woman had rushed from the group and into the now burning building to find her children. The stone was freezing despite the heat of the fire, a little girl trying to wake up her brother who had breathed in the deadly smoke. The woman gathered them up in her arms hearing the screams from below and the bellowing of Mans Thorsen as they fought the men. They were losing ground and one by one his sons fell to the vicious and unforgiveable curses thrown at them. The man watched as his children and grandchildren died and then in torment as even the children weren't spared: The screams and explosions echoing around him, the line of the Moon Kin failing before his very eyes. He was about to allow his death seeing all of his family gone when he saw something out of the corner of his eye. It was Magda, his youngest grandson's wife holding them in her arms: The twins barely three years of age, his little Karmen holding it in her little hands: The Stone. The moon stone given to them by his grandmother, a moon fairy, it was the source of their power. Hope filled him once more. She was running with the last of their line. He knew that he wouldn't survive this fight, but knowing his great-great grandchildren still lived, that his line would survive this night…with that knowledge he could give them the chance they needed.
Magda looked back only once when the bright green light filled the sky and the Death Mark loomed high above the burning castle. They had challenged the Family of the Moon on the night of the New Moon…when their powers were at their lowest. None of them could reveal their true nature. She looked down at her children gripping tightly to her. "Never forget what happened here, my loves…" she whispered. "One day you will avenge your family. The Death Eaters must be stopped at all cost."
Over the years Kaeli had gathered the story of why they were attacked. The Moon Stone. The Death Eaters believed that they would be invincible with it. They had mistakenly believed that Mans possessed the stone, but the smaller one he was wearing and all the ones their victims had were not The Stone. The others were lost, the only one left was the one Mans had possessed. And that was worn by Lucius Malfoy. Kaeli had almost attacked the man the first time she had seen him wearing it. He had given it to Lord Voldemort when he returned. Voldemort was surprised and accepted the gift graciously. He wore it now taunting Kaeli and Dean with it whenever he could.
Magda had died a few days after the attack. Kaeli and Dean were taken in by a pure blood family and then shuffled around their whole lives getting closer and closer to England and where many of the remaining Death Eaters were. They would pay for what they did to her family. If Harry Potter was the only one who could defeat Voldemort, so be it. But Kaeli would see as many Death Eaters as she could dead for their crimes. No one was ever implicated in the crime that took her family. The people were too afraid. With a strangled cry she leapt onto the stone wall of the tower and them off the tower into the air. In the light of the moon wings emerged from her back. A feral cry escaped her lips as she drank in the moon's light. She looked to the east. Her heart yearned for her home, for her mother, her father, and the rest of her kin, their names forgotten by the world, their bones lying unburied and undisturbed in their ancestral home. "I don't forget," she whispered to the wind. "And I will never forgive." She turned feeling almost a tug on her heart. Dean was standing on the tower, his eyes echoing her pain, her anger, and her thirst for revenge.