Short Stories: Jemma Lestrange

In The beginning

When I was growing up, before I knew who my mom really was, what she really was, I always wanted to make her proud. I'll admit, I was the girl who always followed the rules, always wanted what was best. Yep, hard to believe, huh?

One day, mom took me, four year old Brian, and three year old Harmony to the forbidden forest.
"Mommy, dis pwace is cweepy!" Brian exclaimed.
"Don't worry children," My mother- wait, I'll just say Bellatrix. She is no mother to me. Anyways.. Bellatrix started to say. "It's only the place your father died! This should be fun!" She said with a big smile.

She lead the three of us towards a tree. The Tree. We simply just walked right through the tree, Brian's jaw dropping larger. "Cool!" He said.
Bellatrix smirked.

Down a hallway inside the tree, was a single room, screaming coming from it. "Come on my little demons." Bellatrix said anxiously as she pulled the three of us outside of the room. She turned to me. "Jemma, you and I are going in there. For a certain reason." She pulled out a death eater cloak and mask. "Put these on so the toy doesn't recognize you." Like the obedient girl I was, I pulled on the cloak and slipped on the mask.
"Yes, mother." I told her. She handed me her wand and whispered something in my ear. And of course, I accepted. "Of course, mother." One of the worst decisions ever.

I walked into the room and saw the "toy". A woman. She was crying and bleeding, tied to a chair.
"Please!" She screamed. "Spare me!"
But that wasn't what mother asked me to do. My job, was to kill her.
I pointed the wand at the woman. Oh, mother would be so proud.
"Avada Kederva!" I yelled. The green light shot the woman in the chest and she stopped breathing and moving, staring blank at me.

I dropped the wand and covered my mouth, tears in my eyes. What had I done? And all of this to make mother proud? It wasn't worth a life...I felt a hand on my shoulder and saw my mother laughing and grinning. "That's my girl! I'm so proud of you!" This didn't matter to me anymore...I wasn't proud of myself