A few years has passed since my favourite uncle Sirius has died. And lots has happened to me.
Im not the same girl as two years ago. I have fallen in love with a slytherin, no other than Draco Malfoy but ,thankgod, he will never know.
My Aunt Bella has gotten away with so much murder since I last saw her. A death every day it seems. But her day will come. My muggle friend,Amelia every dog has their day.
It started when I least expected it. I was in hiding (I was on the run since I told my parents I'd never join the death eaters) and I was watching television.And then I saw it my Aunt blasting half the street apart.I mean she'd never care, especially muggles.
I knew exactly were she would be and I disapparated with a faint pop.
I was in some street in the muggle world. Body after body dropped to the ground.She laughed as the whole street ran. The muggles were scared and to be fair I was to. I've never killed and even though the bloodlust was there could I come around to do it.What if I got scared?What if my body joined about 30 others on the ground? My head became filled with what ifs.
But I remember why I was doing this. For an uncle that was so kind to me and one that told me that just because I came from a family of Pureblood lovers, that there was no reason I had to turn into that.An uncle that told me how to deal with your parents on your holidays.
With all that courage I grabbed my wand.And in that split moment I forgot that Aunt bella was family. She only registed as an evil killing machine and I was the only person at that moment that had the power to stop her."Avada Kedavra" My auunt screamed. I jumped out of the way and i thought for a minute.
I planned this out in my head a thousand times but I realised I'd never thought that this would actually happen.That's when I had to start the duel and she still shot killing curses at me. She was such a skilled witch, Crazy but very skilled and at that moment she didn't care that I was family, but then again did she ever.
The duel soon became a moment of life and death and I knew that I was either going to live or die. In this there was no middle ground. "Avada Kedavra" I said , as I lowered myself to her level.
My spell hit her In the chest and I saw what I'd done. I had sworn all my life that I would never killer but I just did.I saw the light leave her eyes and her die with that battle face on.
Finally all the pain had passed replaced with guilt. That body was my fault. So what did I do. Iran and hopefully I will never have to turn back.