Hidden In Time

They held me by my arms and forced my head up to watch as the others raped my mother and older sister. My fathers cruel laughter echoed throughout the room, followed by the grunts and sobs of the Death Eaters and my family who were being tortured so brutally. The Death Eaters couldn’t control where my eyes were going so I set my blue eyes upon his shadow, Oh, how I hated him for what he was going, He who I once called ‘father’ and loved like one, now he didn’t act like any father at all. He who now watched as his faithful followers pounded in and out of my mothers and sisters blooded, bruised and broken bodies. Letting out a sob I watched in horror as everything went quiet and the Death Eaters stopped at what they called ‘fun’, leaving my mother and my sister to weep on the ground. My Father, no, I couldn’t call him my father anymore, the man, the one who had loved my mother and had two children with her, walked over to them with a wand out, a cruel smirk on his face and he said some words. I didn’t know what they were then, but I do now… It was the Killing Curse. There was a bright, quick flash of green and before I could gasp… my mother and sister were dead, staring into nothingness for all of forever. I couldn’t believe it, they were dead now, how could my father, no, not Father ‘Voldermort’ kill them? His own wife and child?

My ice blue eyes were burning and I let out a pain filled wail of despair, my tears ran down my pale cheeks and dropped to the ground as I struggled against the arms that held me up and away from my family. The Death Eaters let my arms go and I pressed my hands to the ground and crawled over to them, their dead bodies. The silver hair that had once been in a neat and tidy ponytail was in my face and brushing the foul smelling ground, I crawled towards their bodies, my tears leaving a trail as I moved in jerky movements towards them. They couldn’t be dead… They just couldn’t! I had my eyes closed as I rocked my sisters head body and I barely heard the sound of wizards appearing in the room, there were about twenty of them. I looked up towards them and instantly my world went black, I didn’t even get to memorise their faces… When I woke up, I was in a Orphanage, a muggle Orphanage, and that’s were my story starts… Ten years later.