My Patronuses Keeper.

Chapter Four; Handprints and Cement

Told by Kenzie

It was eight years ago. our house was the newest on the block, and the cement was just being laid. Karson; my ferternal twin, was talking to the muggle putting down the cement and asking; "how do you do that?" "Can I try?" "what's your name?" feeling bad for the poor man, my mother. beautiful Genevieve came out and apologized to the man, whos name was apparently joe. Joe called back to mother and said something that I couldn't catch, but it was something along the lines of handprints and cement. my brother hopped excitedly up and down and ran in to get me, my dad, and Finn. Finn was the first one out. followed by my concerned father Cornelius and then me. all three of us kneeled down on the grass and smashed our tiny little hands into the wet, sticky cement. after he lifted his hands out, Karson 'styled' his hair with the remaining cement to be "just like daddy". a nervous laugh, followed by the carrying of Karson into the house and my dad was gone. he always was so cautious, and worried about us so much. but he was as ferocious as a lion when it came to protecting us. my mom, she was everywhere. buzzing about, doing five things at once but still doing amazing work at all of them. she was nimble hearted, and free spirited. Like a humming bird. and Karson. the ying to my yang, was one of my favourite people in the world. he was loud, i was quiet. he was outgoing and ambitious, and I was reserved and companionate. we were polar opposites, but we were inseparable. and he was the cuddliest teddy bear, he had a real soft spot for his sisters. you so much as breath on finny, he was out for blood; like the crazy protective brother bear he was. finny was my bunny. she was energetic and the cutest little thing ever. and she was so different from the rest of us. all of my family had vibrant red hair and green eyes. but she had white-blond hair and steel gray eyes, and I loved her. so much...

as the memory faded I heard our laughter. Karson's, Finny's, mine... since that day, the day the took their lives, was the last day I was ever truly happy. after tearing my watery eyes from the proof of their existence, I turned around to see where our house used to be. it was torn down the day they died there... I couldn't help it anymore. right then and there I let out all the emotions I've been holding in since then. I fell to my knees and pounded the ground with my fists, Tears in a waterfall of sorrow pouring out of my eyes. "why... why did they have to die!?" I yell. I hear footsteps, Running towards me. I don't care who it is. I don't care if I'm going to die here. I accept my fate. But next thing I know I'm in someone's arms, still sitting on the sidewalk in front of the place where my nightmares have took place for the past seven years. looking up I see the warm hazel eyes of Deanna, also filled with tears.