Frey Mcgonagall (Marauder's era)

The reindeer bell

(Third POV)

It was a cold December night in the mcgonagall household, although it was Christmas weekend the streets were quite peaceful, only sound echoed was of the Christmas decoration put up by their muggle neighbours, the bell on the wooden reindeer tinkled, leaving a peaceful ringing in the air.
Malcom Mcgonagall quietly made his way to the kitchen only stopping in front of her daughter's bed room door, the door made a creaking noise as he slid inside. As he suspected his daughter was splayed across the bed with her blanket thrown down in the floor, now shivering due to lack of warmth of blanket. He shacked his head at her and picked up the blanket off the floor tucking her in and placing a soft kiss on her forehead. Freya smiled in her sleep.

After making a cup of tea for his wife Malcom started to climb the stairs again but stopped dead in his track as he sensed something wrong. The tinkling of the reindeer bell had stopped and the atmosphere went ominously quite. The reindeer bell was stilled as it was griped in the fist of the masked stranger wearing dark night like robes, six of them were looking menacingly towards the mcgonagal house.
Inside the house Malcom gently placed down the teacup on the floor turned toward her daughter's room and quickly casted a protection spell that would prevent anyone going in or coming out until danger lingered around.

Then he made his way downstairs cautiously griping his wand in his hand, he took a look everything seemed alright, he was gonna make his way upstairs when a thunderous noise echoed in the house as if lightning had struck down. Every window of the house shattered on the impact of spells shot from the outside. Throwing Malcom a few feet away as flying shreds of glasses pierced his skin. Marie macgonagal rushed downstairs firing defensive spells towards the front of the house, Malcom joined his wife in the battle, even though they were 2 wands against 6 , death eaters could not get them to surrender. Upstairs Freya had woken up from her deep slumber trying to get her door to open, wriggling the handle fruitlessly, she grabbed her wand from the nightstand and began shooting spells but the door stayed between her and the battle down stairs, her blue eyes drowned in worry and anxiety as she stared at the door worried for her parents. Her fists banged helplessly at the wood trying to get it to open up.
Downstairs energy seemed to be draining out of the mcgonagal couple as they kept fighting for the sake of their family. In the tiredness what they did not notice was that the one of the wands fighting them has vanished, back door of their house creaked open as faint light of alohmora shone threw its keyhole, neither of them detected the masked death eaters presence behind the until it was too late, death eater had already plunged the dagger into Malcom Mcgonagals neck, Marie shrieked  taken aback and that second was all it took for a slicing hex catching her across the chest. Fallen mcgonagals laid across from each other in their  destroyed living room floor which was now stained in their blood as death eaters watched them bleed  to death and then exiting the house leaving a trail of blood on the freshly fallen white snow outside. 

Both mcgonagal had only one thought in their dying moment, 'their daughter' who was starting at the door in distress as suddenly everything went quite. The eerie silence eating away her heart.