Take.

Chapter 2

Amy.

"And Father, why didn't you kill Father?" asked Pansy, as my eyes flickered over at her, to realize her attention was now on her mother, fully.

"Now why fight for the trophy if you can't show it off." Miss Parkinson smiled as I smirked.

"That's just sick," I stated then flung a green spell right into this woman's chest and watched her lifeless body fall to the ground.

"Amy!?' screamed Pansy, dashing to her mother's side. "WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT!?"

"Do I really need to answer?" I questioned, watching Pansy rise and then, once again, rose her wand and pointed it directly at me. "Again?"

"You murdered my mum, now it's your turn!" Pansy sobbed, sniffing some snot up her nose and watched as tears streamed down her face.

"Pansy, she murdered both of m parents! Did you honestly, expect me to sit here and do nothing?"

Pansy stood in silence. Wand at the ready.

"Pansy if you do this, I'll have to defend myself and we both know who better at dueling," I said, still struggling to keep my composure from the pain pricking my nerves.

Pansy just blinked back tears as I felt some of my own boil to the rim.

We both jumped when we heard a scream from upstairs, that sounded like Elena.

The jump triggered Pansy to throw a spell at me, which made me dodge it and when I threw a spell at her, I froze.

I watched her lifeless body, fall right beside her mother and guilt washed over me almost immediately

I killed my Aunt.

I killed my cousin.

Your Aunt killed your parents.

Your cousin was about to kill you.

I frowned, and slowly began to make way up the stairs to find the others.

There was no time for tears, I had to find everyone and get the hell out of here and to a safe house.

I whipped the tears that I was fighting so hard to keep inside.

I broke my own heart.

My family's dead. All, but my Uncle, who was surely going to come after me.

Oh shit!

"Amy!" gasped a voice, in a low whisper, and I almost fell out in the floor when I looked around a corner to see the happiest sight.

Elena and Draco.

I stared down into the coffee cup as my index finger played with the handle.

All I kept seeing were their lifeless bodies colliding with the floor.

Did I do the right thing?

Was I a killer?

Did I really save Nicole and Elena, by turning the wand on my own family?

Was it even necessary?

I picked up the coffee and took a long warm sip as my mind continued to race.

Even if it wasn't necessary, I had the mental agenda to find and kill the deatheater that killed my parents - and I did.

Pansy would've killed me within seconds if I hadn't have acted so quickly.