They call me a criminal

Chapter 41

I opened my eyes, immediately feeling a burning pain in my wrist. I groaned as I sat up, and I pushed myself back when I realized I was sitting in a pool of my own blood.

My wrists had been slit in several different areas and I saw a cauldron in front of me. "Hello Clara." I looked up to see Peter Petigrew holding a rather large knife. "What did you do to me?" He didn't answer, "give me your arm girl." I pushed my arms behind me, flinching when he lunged forward pressing his wand into my neck. Reluctantly I held it up, and he guided it over the cauldron. He quickly sliced my wrist again, and I watched as the blood began to flow to the surface falling down into the cauldron. "They should've killed you." I whispered. Peter smiled, "but instead I'm going to kill you."

I leaned back feeling faint, judging by the amount in that cauldron and the pool around me, I had lost a lot of blood. I looked around and I panicked when I realized where I was. It was a graveyard, that looked exactly like the one my father had sent me.

I let out a cry, begging for someone to hear me. "Enough child." Peter snarled. I saw what he was holding immediately scooting back. It was Voldemort but it looked like it was only his head, wrapped in a large blanket.

I bit my lip rocking back and forth trying to forget that these people were going to murder me. "Her blood is not enough," Peter whispered. Voldemort snarled, "then take more."

As Peter was walking back over with the knife I heard something drop beside me. "CLARA." Harry screamed. I turned to them my eyes wide in horror, "GET OUT HARRY. CEDRIC LEAVE." They both ignored me rushing to my feet. "You're bleeding everywhere," Cedric whispered.

I shook my head, "you have to leave. He's here Harry, he's here." As I was continuing to warn them Peter walked back out. "WHO ARE YOU?" Cedric hollered. I heard Voldemort whisper, "kill the boy."
I shook my head screaming, "NO KILL ME. DONT KILL HIM PLEASE. PLEASE PETER. KILL ME."

Peter payed no attention to what I was saying killing Cedric instantly. I leaned forward throwing myself on top of Cedric. "No," I whispered. I let my tears fall onto his back as I continued whispering.

My vision was so blurry I barely noticed the several death eaters who now surrounded the cauldron. I squinted to see better, my father was standing there. I could see his glare from all the way over here. Instead of reacting, I hung my head low, not able to watch Harry and Voldemort fight.

"I'm going to kill you Harry Potter. You are both going to die. But first her." Voldemort pointed his wand at me, and I shook my head. "William Parkinson, here."

I watched my father swiftly make his way over to me. I stayed on my knees unable to hide my tears. I could feel Cedric's body in-front of me, but I wouldn't break eye contact with my father. "Kill her. Kill your daughter." I bit my lip as he raised his wand laughing. Voldemort counted down, and I closed my eyes as he was about to get to one. But when nothing happened I opened them again. Voldemort had snapped my fathers wand. "You betrayed me William. You will die. Don't be fooled, your daughter will too. But after you."

Voldemort handed me my wand standing beside me. "Kill him." I shook my head, feeling tears stream down my face. "I can't kill him." I continued to say I wouldn't, but Voldemort wasn't taking no for an answer. He placed his hand on my wand laughing. "You're going to kill him." He trapped my hand on the wand, and pointed it directly at my father who was begging me for mercy. "Please. Don't make me do this." He turned to Harry, "do this Clara, or Harry dies now." I saw Harry's eyes fill with tears threatening to pour out. "I'm your father Clara." His eyes met mine, and they were filled with fear. Voldemort laughed, "this man has done nothing for you. It's your father or you're killing Harry, in the most painful unimaginable way possible. He violently ripped Harry up holding him in front of me as well. "You have three seconds, or I will make you kill this boy." Harry stared blankly at me, I could see panic in his eyes, and I bit my lip. "Three... two..." I closed my eyes and quickly whispered, "avada cadavra." I watched my father collapse in front of me and I instantly dropped my wand.

I fell to the ground again, pressing my head onto Cedric's shoulder. "I'm sorry," I cried, "I'm so so sorry." I looked down to see more blood trailing down my arm from the movement and simply just shook my head I wanted to die. I had just murdered someone, I had just watched one of my best friends get murdered. I was about to watch Harry get murdered. We were all going to die.

I sobbed into Cedric, continuously begging him to forgive me, knowing I wouldn't get any response. "Clara, hold on." I heard Harry whisper. I grabbed onto him, and felt us being lifted. We landed on soft grass and cheers erupted immediately.

I let out another cry still holding onto Cedric, my head fell back and my arms felt as if they were truly on fire. "Clara, Clara." Harry desperately tried to get me to look at him.

When I did open my eyes again, I saw Snape standing directly over me. Dumbledore was with Harry and McGonagall was comforting Amos. "I'm sorry." I whispered. I watched Harry get pulled up by professor Moody but I stayed on the ground refusing to speak with anyone. "I killed him." I whispered. Snape knelt down, "You killed who?" I cried, "my father." I stayed sprawled on top of Cedric, staring up at his face, in the background I could hear the minister freaking out. "Get Clara out of here. There's too many people. She's covered in blood."