Elizabeth Pure (A Harry Potter/ Weasley Twins/ Oliver Wood Fan Fic)

A Death

"Do not move, or I will use the Killing Curse on your daughter." a voice interrupted Liz's thoughts. She looked up at the figure, approaching them.

She stared at them and shivered in fright, "Dad?" She then looked at her father who looked almost as frozen as she was. He quickly smoothed his hair.

"I thought we agreed, Peter, you'd leave her out of this," Her father retorted, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

"Plans change, Patrick. You of all people should know this." The hideous, short man sneered. He looked at Liz. "Dear Liz, what on earth are you afraid of? After all, surely your father explained what he was to you, didn't he? He explained how he watched your mother burn in a fire in his own making, then took you in to raise as his own?"

"NO!" Liz yelled, her eyes burning with tears that blurred her vision.

"Peter..." Patrick said warningly, standing up.

"You should have told her, Patrick, that you put her father in Azkaban. You brought this upon yourself." Peter said, shaking his head.

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" Liz screamed. Both men fell silent. She turned to her 'father' "Dad, is this true?" Her father shook his head, but looked down at the ground.

"Your mother and I loved each other. She wanted a divorce, because she loved someone else. Liz, I got mad and left, leaving a fire behind in my path. She, well she saw me hurting and walked right into it." He shook his head dejectedly.

"You lied to me? You said it was a misfired spell!" Liz said, sitting on the couch heavily.

"Liz! I didn't..." Patrick said, sitting beside her. Liz had tears in her eyes.

"As much as I hate to end this sob story, I have something I have to do." Peter interrupted sarcastically.

"What do you want, Peter?" demanded Patrick.

"Why, your life, of course." Peter said bluntly. Patrick looked up at him suddenly aware of the danger that Peter held over him.

"You have done nothing but stand in His way since you have had the child that He claims. She needs to be raised carefully now. You are nothing in The Lord's eyes. The family that will now raise her will break her into being as we want her to be for the Lord's eyes." Peter stated happily

"No. He is dead. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is dead." Patrick said, his hope wavering. His eyes flickered to his wand on the tea table, too far out of reach. Liz looked up at her father, realizing he was giving up.

"Dad? Dad!" She cried out.

"No child, your dad is to be dead, and once he is, I will erase this memory." Peter said. He raised his wand and his eyes gleamed towards Patrick. "Avada Kedavra!" Peter said, and his wand gleaming green and in what seemed a bolt of lightning, her father crumpled to the ground, pale and limp.

"NO! DAD!" Liz screamed. She leaned over his body and cried out, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her father was dead. She wept as Peter watched on. He grinned evilly and shook his head.

"Too bad. I hope you enjoy your new parents. The..." He was cut off when Liz swirled around to him, blind rage in her eyes.

"YOU! MURDERER! ONE DAY I'LL KILL YOU!" She screamed.

"Oh, but child... You won't remember any of this." Peter said. He raised his wand and said, "Cronasis." Liz fell asleep like a little baby. Peter took the memory and altered it, to look like her father simply collapsed. He looked at the girl and shook his head.

"You'll be fixed up better with the Malfoys. After all, they're your new parents." He then Apparated out of the tiny little house. Liz and her father were found hours later by their landlady.

In a little house, not far away from Liz, a young boy with red hair was running all over the house with his siblings trying to find their rat.