Skeletons in the Closet

The End

I woke up. Echo was standing at the foot of my bed, arm outstretched about to wake me.

"Alice told me to get you. She's here"

Without another word, I understood immediately. Jumping out of bed, I grabbed my wand and sprinted toward the front door. As I neared it, I heard the bang of spells, smelled dark, black smoke, and saw fire. The mountain was burning, and I knew who was behind it. The gates lay open, blasted off their hinges. Alice was standing in between where they would be, blocking spell after spell from two dark figures down the path. She was putting up an amazing defense, but one spell made it past. Then another. Soon, she cried out and I heard her wand clatter on the cobblestones. Dead. Another death, brought about by me. A shriek of laughter. My mothers. A cry of triumph. The second wizard's. A silent scream. Mine. I raised my wand. For the first time, I laid eyes on my mother. She must have been beautiful when she was young, but I knew what she really was. We shared white hair, although hers was a darker grey color, singed by the fire. Finally! I had been waiting for this moment for nearly 7 years. Time to avenge my brothers, sister, and my father. Now, I had to avenge Alice as well.  I made the first move.

"Deprimo." I spoke. She blocked it. The second wizard, disapparated away. Her turn

"Baubilious." A bolt of lighting flew from the tip of her wand. Effortlessly blocking it, I parried. Spell after spell, we exchanged. She was no longer smiling.

As we dueled, I used my free hand to conjure water. Concentrating on multiple things at once was difficult, and she came close to defeating me several times. With a flick of my wrist, I sent the water barreling towards her. It surround her and washed over her, trapping her.

"Glacius." I whispered. The water froze into ice. It was now or never.

"Reducto!" I cried. The ice shattered, scattering shards of ice everywhere. She was gone. Not dead, but gone. Disappeared somewhere, no doubt. The rest of the staff ran up besides me. They knelt at Alice's body, and wept. A couple started putting out the fire, but the rest joined and it was soon all out. The one fire that was still raging, was burning within me. Rage boiled up. I had failed. I failed, and I lost someone I cared about. With a shriek, I disapparated. I found myself on top of a mountain, and I recognized the rolling hills. I had unconsciously gone across an ocean, which is dangerous, to say the least. Still screaming in rage, I pointed my wand at the sky. Fire blossomed out of the tip, and grew to an unnatural size. With no fuel source, it should have fizzled out, but it didn't. It grew, and at once, I knew I had conjured Fiendfyre. The stuff that killed my family. My eyes burned with rage. I knew, exactly what I was going to do to her when I finally beat her. Whatever it cost me, I was going to show her pain. Real pain. For my father. For my brothers. For Alice.