Harry Potter and the Descendant of Merlin
The 8th Year
The Cabin in the Woods
"Do you really think she's safe here?" the man asked, warming his hands by the light of the small oil lamp sitting on the table. The woman with him walked out of the darkness into the small gleam of light. Her young face was tired, but she glanced over the table towards the wall. Against the wall behind them, their daughter lay on a bed sleeping peacefully. She glanced back to her husband and with a small sigh and said, "It's safer here. They'll be searching the Manor any day now."
The man nodded, not completely understanding, but trusting his wife, he glanced back at his daughter then turned back towards the woman as she took a seat across the table. She put her head in her hands. "These are bad times, Mark. Never in its entire history has Hogwarts been mandatory for children. Something is really wrong. They've completely infiltrated the Ministry if something like this has happened."
Mark sat silently contemplating the situation. After all, he was a Muggle. He reached out and took the hand of his worried wife and squeezed it tightly. They had been married for many years and sometimes he had many shocking surprises about the Wizarding world over the course of that marriage, but this by far was the worst. As he sat there, he recalled the memory of their first few years of marriage—hiding with their newborn daughter and wondering if his wife was ever going to return home from the First Wizarding War. Despite the fact that he did not fully grasp the situation at hand, he did know that it meant danger for his family.
"I don't understand. Why would they want you?"
She glanced up at him. "Because I'm married to you."
He looked back down to the table. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be," She said. "It doesn't matter to me that you're a Muggle. I love you. "
"Why is this happening again? I thought this was all over with, you know, with that…that…Wizard…"
"He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named," She supplied. The wife proceeded to remind her husband of the terrible figure that rose to power almost two decades before. She spoke of the First War, of Dumbledore, of the Order of the Phoenix, and of course the Potters. "The Prophet's keeping this all hushed up, but something is happening."
"And you inferred all of this from the Mandatory Enrollment letter we got the other day for Aurora?"
The woman sighed. "Not only that."
"Then what is it?"
"I didn't have time to explain before we left, but I was called to a hearing at the Ministry of Magic."
"For what?" He asked, a little indignant with the Wizarding government.
"What about it?" He frowned. "They can't do something like that, can they?"
"I'm afraid with the way things are, they can do whatever they want. You see, Mark, there are some Wizards in this world that think their magic gives them the right to dominate. They hate muggles and anyone who associates with them. I am a traitor in their eyes. We had to leave."
"What about Aurora? Isn't she safe? She knows magic."
"But you're still her father."
A disgusted look washed over Mark's face. "What kind of people are these blokes?"
"That's what I ask myself." The woman looked over at her sleeping daughter. "Aurora would not be safe if we sent her to Hogwarts—especially with Dumbledore gone."
"But do you really think she's safe here?"
"I cast every spell I could think of to protect us, and not many outside our family know of this place."
"Do you think it would be prudent to send a message to your Aunt, you know, to let someone know where we are?"
The woman shook her head. "Not by owl, but I have an idea."
"I'll need to go out for a couple of hours."
"I can cast a spell that will send a message to my Aunt, but I don't want to be anywhere near the cabin in case someone sees me."
"But it's dangerous! You said so yourself! What if someone catches you?"
"You know Aunt Minerva will worry."
Mark nodded. "Yeah, no sense ticking that woman off."
The woman stood up while rolling her eyes. "You always just know what to say or do…"
"Face it, Matilda, that Aunt of yours hates me."
"She doesn't hate you!" Matilda immediately replied. "She's just…a very serious person, and let's face it, you're not very serious sometimes."
Mark folded his arms across his chest. "Well sorry!"
She walked around the table and kissed her husband on the cheek. "Don't worry, I like funny men. That's why I picked you."
Mark slid his arms around his wife's waist and pulled her onto his lap. "Yeah, funny looking."
"Just like a troll," She said just before throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him.
The young girl sleeping on the mattress began to stir. She sat up and looked around the room for a moment. "Oh, great! Locked in a one room cabin with my parents! I'd say 'get a room' but…"
Matilda broke her kiss and looked over at her daughter bashfully as she crawled off her husband's lap. "How did you sleep, darling?"
Aurora shrugged. "Okay, I guess. I'm still tired though."
Mark looked at his watch. "Well, it is four in the morning. Perhaps you'll want to sleep some more."
"I don't feel like I can."
"Worried?" Matilda asked.
Aurora nodded and quickly her mother came to her side and sat down, throwing an arm around her shoulder. Aurora leaned into her mother and wrapped her arms around her mother's waist. "Things are getting really bad, aren't they?"
"I've been thinking…"
"I want to fight…with the Order."
"Aurora!" Matilda scolded. "No!"
"Mum! I'll be seventeen in only a couple of months!"
"We're trying to keep you safe, Aurora! We're not out here just for some camping experience, you know!"
"NO! Aurora, you have to realize that we are prime targets because of our association with muggles. They will not hesitate to kill any of us on the spot because of it! They are willing to spare some—those with pure-blood—but not us. We're traitors in their eyes."
"If we don't stand up against them…"
"NO!" Matilda stood up off the bed. "You are not going anywhere!" She stormed over to the doorway. "Stay here with your father while I go out!"
"But Mum!" Aurora leapt up off the bed. The door slammed in her face as she tried to rush after her mother. Aurora turned around and angrily kicked her foot against the table. "She's so infuriating!" The girl looked over at her father who only smirked.
"You're too much like her."
"Yes, yes, I know! I've heard!" Aurora stomped off towards her bed and sat down, brooding.
The witch known as Matilda walked away from the small cabin brooding herself. Nothing in this entire world could incense her like the feuding between herself and her daughter, but as she walked along the dark forest path, a small smirk came to her face as tears began to roll down her cheeks. She reached up, batting her long dark hair out of her face, and she wiped up her tears, but they continued to form. When she looked at her daughter, she felt as though she was looking at herself on the outside.
Feeling as if she had walked far enough, she closed her eyes, and immediately her body started to shrink and shift into a different shape. Soon, she was purely black cat scurrying across the forest floor. Despite the distance she could travel as a human would be much greater, it would be safer in her Animagus form. But even this tactic would have to be used carefully. Her Animagus form was registered with the Ministry of Magic, and if they were on the lookout for Matilda G. McGonagall, they would also be on the lookout for a black cat.
And it was in this form that she traveled for two days. She circled and turned in many directions, trying to watch if she was being followed, but finally feeling somewhat safe and secure, she transformed back into her human state. Her new surroundings were desolate and empty along the shoreline of Wales. The cool salty breeze felt good upon her sweaty and dirty face that night, but she only stood for a moment to bask in the night air. She closed her eyes and raised her wand up high. She concentrated on the person she so desperately wished to contact and the thing she desired to speak, and with swish of her wand she yelled, "EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
A silvery flash of light burst forth from the tip of the wand, circling around the caster and taking the shape of a common house cat before flying off into the night sky. Matilda stood and watched her Patronus zoom off like a shooting star. She shivered from the cold night air and pulled her black cloak tighter around her; after taking one last look towards the misty ocean, she walked away.
The Patronus flew for miles across the countryside of the United Kingdom over the houses of unsuspecting and sleeping Muggles until it became a twinkle in the sky above an unchartable place in Scotland. The Patronus dived downwards towards an open window high on Gryffindor Tower and burst into the darkened bedroom.
Quickly, Minerva McGonagall sat up in her bed as the bedroom filled with the bright silver light. The silver cat leapt up on to her bed and repeated the message. "Left the Manor. We are all safe." And when the last word was spoken, the silver cat evaporated. Professor McGonagall put her hand over her heart and closed her eyes. Her heart pounded within her chest as she sat there in the dark. She reached for her wand and gave a swish. The candles instantly flickered with light, and she crawled out of her bed. She looked out the open window towards the grounds of the castle and sighed. Tomorrow would be the start of another school year—a school year without Albus Dumbledore. And of course, they were in control—those who sided with Voldemort.
Professor McGonagall turned away from the window towards her bookshelf. Among the many books on the subject of Transfiguration, teaching materials, and other personal effects, rested a picture frame with colorful glitter and stars around the frame. She gently picked up the frame and moved into the light. A small girl with long black hair and a beaming smile stood waving while her parents stood in the background. Just like the young girl, the mother had long flowing black hair and fierce deep green eyes like emeralds. The mother's face was elegant and beautiful but very kind. And while looking over at the father who made funny faces every chance his wife was not looking, Professor McGonagall rolled her eyes. It had been many years ago that her great niece, Aurora, had made this picture for a Christmas present, but she still kept in her bedroom at Hogwarts. The Professor sighed while setting it back down. The girl was probably six or seven when she made that picture for her, but now the girl was sixteen and becoming a woman. This was the only family Minerva McGonagall had left in this world, and concerning the recent events, it was not a very safe world. It was Professor McGonagall herself that warned her niece, Matilda, not to send her daughter to Hogwarts but to take the girl and run instead. Even sending her daughter to Hogwarts where her Aunt could keep watch was not safe enough. These were dark times.
McGonagall sat back down on her bed. She would have loved to have her great niece come to Hogwarts for her education, but instead the girl was home-schooled by her mother. She was sure her great niece would have been in Gryffindor and perhaps even on the Quidditch team, but Minerva dismissed these thoughts and swished her wand again, leaving her in darkness once more.
* * *
"Mum, I'm trying!"
They were out in the woods that fair spring day. The birds were singing happily, and the sun shined brighter than it seemed like it had for months. It had been almost nine months since they left home and moved to this tiny cabin in the middle of the forest. They had no visitors, and they rarely ventured out of the circle of protection set up by Matilda's charms. In the front yard of the cabin, there was an old and weathered picnic table which Mark sat upon as he sketched some pictures in his notebook. Meanwhile, his wife and daughter worked on their magic spells.
"Aurora, you have to get this one! It's important!"
"I know! I'm just tired! Can't I take a break?"
"Just try one more time."
The young girl sighed. She reached up and tucked her long black hair behind one of her ears and held her wand out. She shut her eyes tightly and swished her want. "Expecto Patronum!"
Aurora sighed. "I can't. Now can we just forget it?"
"Aurora, you're not having a very good attitude." Her father looked up from his notebook while adjusting his black square rimmed glasses.
"Thank you, Mark." Matilda put her hands on her hips and looked at her daughter. "Now try it again."
"Alright." Aurora raised her wand again and closed her eyes. "Expecto Patronum!" The words came off her mouth as a silver flicker of light gleamed from the tip of her wand. The spell began to take the form of a creature like resembled a cat, but it mangled up into something unnatural. The light died.
"That was better," Matilda said.
Aurora lowered her wand. "What is wrong with me?"
"What do you mean 'what's wrong with you?'" Matilda asked.
"Then why can't I get it right? Every time this happens! I think of something happy, and it seems like it's about to work, and then…" Aurora sighed.
"It's not an easy spell, Aurora. You just have to be patient."
"I know." The girl sighed. She looked down to her feet, letting her long black hair fall into her face. "I just…" She tried to hide the tears rolling down her cheeks, but her mother was too quick to see.
"It's alright…honestly. You just need to keep practicing. It's one of the most difficult spells…" Matilda embraced her daughter.
"Yes, you're alright, darling. Look at me—I can't do any magic at all," Mark said with a small laugh to try and cheer his daughter up.
Matilda shook her head at her husband and the man quieted down.
"I bet when you or Aunt Minerva were my age…"
"Nonsense! I didn't even learn the Patronus charm until after I graduated from Hogwarts. You know more magic that most witches your age. I've made sure of it."
"How about we have some afternoon tea?" Mark sat up and closed his notebook. "Maybe a break will help with your lessons?"
They, however, did not continue lessons after tea. Night seemed to fall early and darkness blanketed over them within the forest. They were secluded and alone in that place, allowing Aurora a small bit of freedom to take nightly walks around the cabin. As long as she did not pass the protective ring of charms around the property, she was allowed to sit outside at night. Farthest away from the cabin as possible, she had a favorite sitting place atop a large smooth boulder where a clearing of trees allowed a beautiful window to the night sky. Tonight, the sky was crisp and clear, and the thousands of tiny lamps in the sky twinkled brightly as she looked up into the heavens.
She twirled her wand between her slender fingers, feeling the smooth polished wood. Her wand was strong, but flexible—made of laurel wood and griffin feather in the core. She remembered the moment she first grasped this wand in her hand; they were on vacation in Greece, visiting the Oracle of Delphi. The site, in the middle of Greece, appeared only to be the ancient ruins of a civilization long ago, but for those who knew better, it still was a thriving center of divination and prophecy. It was a popular vacation spot for witches and wizards all over the world, but it was there that the Lady of the Oracle presented Aurora with the wand that she twirled in her hands that night. The woman, mysterious and cryptic, told her that she would be a great witch, and that the wand had found its master.
Aurora did not feel like a great witch; she didn't deserve this wand. She was outside to clear her mind in the fresh air, but her mind naturally wandered back to today's lesson. Over and over again she practiced the Patronus charm, but it never seemed to work. It was almost there—as if she could reach out and touch it, and yet, it felt as though it were a thousand miles away from her grasp. Something felt out of sync, but she could not discern what it was. She sighed, watching her exhale in the cold night air. She was not a great witch as the Lady of the Oracle predicted.
A stick snapped. Aurora immediately reached for her wand and spun around, but only seeing her father, she lowered her wand. The man was used to having wands pointed at him when he startled one of his family members so he did not flinch. "Aurora, I think you should come inside now. It's getting late."
"I'm not outside the charm barrier."
"That's not what I said. I asked you to come inside."
Aurora put her wand away and slid down off the rock. She walked up to her father, and he slid an arm around her.
"Why are you outside without a cloak?"
"I'm not chilly," she lied.
"Honestly, you're going to get yourself sick." He took off his jacket and threw it around his daughter's arms. The girl wrapped the jacket tighter around her small body and breathed in her father's scent.
"Thanks, dad," She looked up at him.
"You're welcome." He looked down at her with a small smile.
They walked a little ways in silence before she spoke again.
"How did you meet mum again?"
"Aurora, you've heard that story a thousand times."
"I know, but…"
"I told you—we were circus performers at rival circuses…"
"Dad!" Aurora said, impatiently, cutting off one of her father's long winded fabrications.
"Your mother and her friends thought it was a good idea to use one of those magical charms on me…you know…the one that blindfolds you…"
"Yeah, that's the one."
"I already know that part."
"Then what do you want to know?"
"I guess I'm wondering why you'd…" She looked away. "Nevermind."
"No, seriously, what is it?"
Aurora bit her lip. "Why would you want to marry mum? I mean, she's a witch, and you're a…muggle."
They continued a few more steps before Mark decided to answer. And they stopped as they reached the front yard of the cabin. "Aurora," He said, putting his hand upon her shoulder. "I love your mum, and she loves me. Magic has little to do with love. I am a human, and she is a human—there's no difference between us."
"I know that…" Aurora interrupted. "It's just…"
"I know we're the same, but everyone treats you like you're different. Don't you ever wish you had magic?"
Usually Mark would answer no to that question whenever Aurora asked it, but this time he looked her in the eye with a saddened expression. "I only regret not having magic when my family is in danger of things more powerful than I could ever hope to be." His voice quivered as he spoke. "Magic or not, Aurora, I will do everything I can to keep you safe."
Aurora nodded and looked down to her feet, feeling guilty for asking such questions.
"Shall we get inside now? It's rather chilly out here." He led the way into the cabin. Matilda was already making the beds up with the waving of her wand as they stepped into the cabin. As the door closed behind them, she gave another flick of her wand towards the door to lock it. The family silently prepared for bedtime, and once they were all in their places, Matilda gave one last wave of her wand to blow out the candles.
The night seemed peaceful enough, but even though Aurora and her father drifted fast into sleep, Matilda tossed and turned in her sleep. Her husband, who slept like the dead, never noticed her turning, but she stirred restlessly as images flashed before her mind's eye.
The McGonagall family was known for many special things within the Wizarding world—being sorted into Gryffindor for centuries, talented in Transfiguration, and possessing the rare ability of being Animagi; however, Matilda McGonagall possessed a foreign skill that had baffled most of her family—divination and prophecy. As she lay in bed that night, blurry images and premonitions stirred within her, often waking her into a cold sweat.
* * *
Aurora looked up into the late morning sky while wiping the sweat off her forehead. She reached down into the brown earth and pulled up a thick patch of weeds and tossed it off to the side in a pile. "You know, this would go a lot faster if you'd let me use my wand."
Mark only smiled as he continued to tend to the garden behind the cabin. Since they were alone in this place, they tried to be as self-sufficient as possible by planting a garden. "There's something special about doing things with your hands, Aurora." He stopped and took a deep breath of fresh air.
"Yes, it takes longer," She snickered.
"Yes, very funny."
The cabin door slowly opened, screeching at the hinges loudly. Both Mark and Aurora looked up at Matilda who stood in the doorway still in her pajamas. Her arms were crossed and her shoulders hunched as she stood there quietly while her long black hair was matted from sleep.
"Mum, are you alright?" Aurora asked, never quite seeing her mother that ruff looking before.
"Yes, yes, darling, I'm fine," She said, flustered.
Aurora turned her attention back to the weeds; however, Mark continued to stare at his wife. Their eyes met for a brief moment, and then he stood up straight and took a step towards the cabin. "Perhaps we should stop for today. Aurora, would you finish up with your wand while I go talk to your mother?"
Aurora looked up, noticing her father's sudden change of posture. She bit her lip as questions wanted to fly out of her mouth, but she only nodded and said, "Sure, dad." Her father headed into the cabin while she remained outside and pulled out her wand.
Mark stepped inside the cabin and closed the door behind him. Immediately, Matilda swished her wand. "Muffliato." Afterwards, she turned towards the kitchen counter and started to prepare a cup of tea. "Tea, dear?"
"No, thanks." He sat down.
She continued to occupy herself with frivolous things as he sat there waiting for her to speak, but knowing his wife too well, he knew she did not like to speak of things that disturbed her. "Tell me what's wrong, Matilda."
The woman laid down her spoon with a sigh and put her hands on the countertop. It took a moment for her to find her voice. "I don't exactly know, but something doesn't…feel right."
"What do you mean?"
"I feel...like something is really wrong"
Matilda shook her head. "I don't know. I just…last night…I…" The woman stood there, beginning to tremble as she tried to find her words. Her eyes, deep emerald, gazed over as she stared off into the distance. The cabin was left behind as images flashed before her mind and she stepped into a different world. Before her, there was a room filled with stacks of papers reaching as high as the ceiling. Some of the stacks would collapse and fall over as people weaved around the skyscrapers of paper. The people, dressed like wizards and witches, paced back and forth hurriedly digging through the papers and file cabinets of the large and expansive room. One particular short stack appeared in front of her—the papers flipping one by one like a picture book until they suddenly stopped. Upon the piece of parchment was the fading handwriting of an official looking document. Her eyes darted to the bottom of the paper where the name Amandus McGonagall was signed with an elegant flare.
Matilda came back into reality and the familiar sight of the cabin felt before her eyes. She stared up towards the ceiling as she lay on the floor with her head cradled in her husband's arms.
"They know we're here."
"What do you mean? How?"
She shot up straight. "The deed! They saw the deed!" Matilda immediately scrambled up to her feet and grabbed her wand off the kitchen table. "We have to get out of here!" She headed for the backdoor and stuck her head outside. "Aurora, get your things! We have to go!"
Aurora turned around, her wand in hand, but as she turned her around, her eyes widened.
The next moment was a blur as a fiery gust of wind knocked her to her backside. Flying pieces of wood and debris flew overhead as she looked up from her backside into the bright blue sky. It seemed like forever before she heard another sound, but faintly, what seemed muffled and a thousand miles away, someone called her name. She startled greatly as her mother ran up to her grabbing her shoulder to shake her. She stared up at her mother who was bleeding badly on the side of her head. Aurora sat up with the aid of her mother feeling dizzy and confused. Through her watery vision, she saw her father stumbling across the yard.
"Mark! She's over here!" Matilda looked over at her husband, but as he stumbled across the yard towards them, he suddenly was pulled up into the air as if he was being grabbed by the ankle.
Aurora stumbled to her feet.
Aurora turned to her left in the direction from where the voice came. Her mother already stood with her wand pointed in that direction with a fierce look on her face.
"Put him down, Rigel!"
Aurora glanced over at her mother, who apparently knew the man who stood with his wand pointing at her father, but she turned her attention back towards the man. He was stern looking man with dark black hair combed and slicked back. His manner of dress—neatly fit black robes—was elegant, giving him an aura of confidence and attractiveness.
The man only laughed at the request as he jerked his wand up and down a bit, sending Aurora's father up and down in the process. Her father was terrified of broom rides and thus found himself frightened as the mysterious wizard played with him like a cat playing with its food before eating it.
"I said 'put him down, Rigel!'" Matilda said sternly. The wizard continued to grin as he flicked the wand up and down, listening to the man scream louder and louder. "PUT HIM DOWN, DAGON!"
The man looked over at Matilda stunned. He stared at her for a moment then gave a swish of his wand, releasing his prisoner from his spell. Mark fell to the ground with a hard thump straight on his shoulder. Painfully, he scrambled to his feet and ran over to his family—standing in front of them with his arm of protection over them.
"Mark…" Matilda put her hand on his arm, pulling it down, ready to step forward with her wand ready.
The mysterious wizard laughed. "Do you really think you can protect them, you muggle filth?"
Aurora watched as her father became very flustered at the mocking of the mysterious wizard. His ears turned a shade of bright red while he gritted his teeth. "Just stay away from my family! I'm warning you!"
The wizard only laughed harder, causing Mark to become even more flustered. The laugher brought a chill to the air and sent shivers down Aurora's spine.
"What are you doing here, Rigel?" Matilda stepped forward, her wand still pointed towards the wizard.
"Why I came for you, darling," He said with a smug look upon his face.
Aurora looked over at her mother searching for a reaction, but her mothers face remained fierce and stern.
"Rigel, I am a married woman…"
"Married to that filth!" He spat, failing his arms. "You're only alive because of my protection, but the Dark Lord will not take no for an answer anymore! Any witch or wizard who will not join our cause must die!"
"Then you should know my answer!" She stood up straight, ready to attack.
The wizard shook his head and lowered his wand for a moment. "Matilda, darling, think about what you are saying." He looked up at her. "Come with me, and together, we could serve the Dark Lord in his new world. No more hiding our magic. No more fear of the Muggles. We would be free to do…whatever we wanted."
"At what price, Rigel? Countless innocents would die!"
"Countless muggles would be slaughtered like the primitive animals they are!" The wizard roared. "Matilda, this is our chance! Think about it!"
"You haven't changed a bit." Matilda shook her head. "You're still the same—no love, no compassion, no remorse!"
"I'll even let that little half-blood daughter of yours come along…"
"You keep your mouth shut, you wanker!" Mark yelled.
The wizard did not know what this muggle term meant, but from the tone of voice, he knew it couldn't mean something pleasant. "How dare you!" He raised his wand angrily. "Crucio!" The wizard yelled with a swish of the wand.
"Leave us…" The curse hit Mark directly, cutting him off mid-sentence. The curse surged through his body causing him to fall on his knees writhing in pain.
"Protego!" Matilda flicked her wand.
"Expelliarmus!" Aurora followed up after her mother.
The Cruciatus Curse broke from the protection spell cast by Matilda and shortly after Aurora's spell ripped the wand from the wizard, sending him flying backwards.
The two witches stood silent with their wands ready, but as the mysterious wizard sat up, he began to laugh roughly. "Very clever, very clever—I see you make an excellent team." He stood up to his feet, brushing the dust off his midnight black robes. "But I have a few friends myself."
Laughter surrounded them. Matilda and Aurora moved closer to Mark who was lying on the ground still in pain. They continued to hold up their wands as they surveyed their surroundings. From all sides, wizards and witches dressed in dark clothing with pointed hoods and silver masks surrounded them, stepping closer to entrap them.
"Death Eaters," Matilda muttered to her daughter. "Stay behind me." She held out her arm over her daughter, and together, they slowly moved towards the center where Mark laid on the ground. "And how did you get through my protective charms, Rigel?" Matilda asked to the first wizard.
The wizard, the only one who did not wear a mask, grinned widely. "You underestimate the power of the Dark Lord and his servants. He trains us in more powerful magic that you could ever dream. Your pathetic charms cannot hold up against the power of Dark Magic."
"Just who do you think you are, coming here and…" Aurora blurted out.
"Aurora!" Matilda hissed, pushing her daughter back.
The wizard laughed. "Pardon me," He bowed. "I have forgotten my manners. I am Dagon from the House of Rigel." Truly, he was a very noble-looking and handsome man, but the twist of evil in his heart clearly surfaced into his aura through his smile and eyes. "And you are, silly girl, the daughter of Matilda McGonagall and that filth of a Muggle…"
Aurora pushed her mother's arm away and raised her wand. "Insult my father one more time!"
"Aurora, please…" Mark staggered to his feet. "Don't."
The girl lowered her wand and turned to her father to help him up. They turned their attention to one of the Death Eaters as his cruel voice spoke up.
"They should be punished for speaking in such a way, Dagon! They have no reverence for the Dark Lord!"
"I agree!" Another voice, female, spoke up. "They should be taught a lesson that they will never forget!"
All of the Death Eaters began to share their input or insults loudly among themselves for a few moments until Dagon raised his hand for silence. They soon fell quiet as they waited for him to speak. He stood for a moment, relishing the power of making them go silent, before speaking. "Seize the woman. Eliminate the filth."
"And the girl?" One spoke up.
"I said, 'eliminate the filth.' There is not room for the corruption of half-bloods in the Dark Lord's kingdom."
"PROTEGO!" Matilda yelled loudly. Soon, the family of three was under a protective shield of magic as multiple curses flew at them. "RUN!" Matilda turned back to her family.
"AURORA, GO!" Mark pushed Aurora towards the escape while Matilda held the protective shield. They were soon confronted by Death Eaters from the rear. Aurora swished her wand. "STUPEFY!"
One of the Death Eaters, hit in the chest, fell to the ground, but the other two continued to fire spells in their direction. Word storms of spells filled the air as flashes of light shot in all directions from the many wands. But one spell that screamed in her ear was Crucio. She quickly spun around to see if her mother was hit, but she tripped and fell to the ground.
She glanced up for a moment, trying to scramble to her feet. The Death Eater that she had struck a moment ago was back on his feet. "Avada Kedavra!" A flash of green flash came flying towards her. Her mind had told her body to move, but she froze.
Before she even processed what had happened, her father lay on the ground at her feet. He had stepped in front of her, absorbing the unforgivable curse. She sank to her knees as her father lay there—dead. "DAD!" She screamed, as if to try and wake him up, but the life in his eyes was gone.
"DAD! DAD!" She continued to scream, shaking him.
A hand went on her shoulder and spun her around. "AURORA, GO!" Her mother hollered, pushing her away.
Matilda gave Aurora another shove. "RUN! NOW!"
There was not time for tears as she began to run away. Spells continued to fly over her head, striking the ground like lightning. Her mother continued to push her along as they ran away together. Quickly, they reached the forest edge.
Matilda turned, facing their pursuers and raised her wand. "PROTEGO!" She yelled, creating a large shield between herself and the oncoming attacks. "AURORA, RUN!" The shield only held for a few moments before the spells hit them together, and the world turned dark.