I ran back to my dorm room and cursed under my breath followed by a table flip as I saw the time. It had complely slipped my mind that my uncle was coming to pick me up to go see my parents since the aniversary of their death was tomorow, and I had ten minutes. Worn out I quicky and half hapazardly threw my stuff in a small muggle made bag and ran from my common room to the front of the school.
I stood there, by the doors, the pale moonlight illumanating my feauters. The tears from earlier were just drying on my cheeks and I was still coming down from my emotional high brought on by Potter.
The hair on the back of my neck stood up. I felt like I was being... watched. I quickly spun around my curly blonde hair folowing me and resting on my shoulders. Potter stood there, brown hair and all, staring at me. His eyes were apologetic. "I am sorry Kayla."
"I'm over it Potter. Now go," I said too strained to even attempt to force him.
"At least put some enthusiasam into it," He siad walking over to me his eyes looking deep into my grayish blue ones somehow looking as if my eyes held an anwser to a question that had been lingering in his mind for an extensive amount of time. "Now tell me, why are you leaving."
"Because tommorows the worst day of my entire life," I anwsered my eyes growing despaired.
"And why is that?"
As he asked the dreadful memory came into my head and I whispered and he had to strain his ears to hear me. "I killed my parents on October 31st."
(A/N: FLASHBACK TIME)
I giggled as my mother spoke of the man down the street who had been dragged down the sidewalk by his dog. I was five then, and everything and everyone was happy. That is until a soft knock on the door resounded throught our home.
My mother being a very proper wife went to anwser it. As soon as she opened the door there was a scream. She unfourtently did not have her wand on her since it had broken only a few short days before and became a victim of the the Cruciatus Curse. Luckily her pain was short as the death eater moved on to my father who had drawn his wand and told me to run to the other room.
Tears wet my eyes as I did what I was told and began towards the laundry room when a cackle stopped me dead in my tracks, it was the death eater. "Where do you think your going girlie? I have a special job for you. Imperio."
My limbs started moving on their own as a slowly wakled past my father. "Daddy!" I wailed undable to wipe the tears that blurred my vision. This distracted my father and with a sickening blood curling scream my father was subjected to the Cruciatus Curse.
The Death Eater put an arm around me. "Now this is where you come in girlie. Accio Butcher Knife." A long sharp silver blade soared through the window and into my awaiting hand. "Now go give your folks a nice bloddy ending." I took a step towards my mther who was nearest. Her eyes had a look of dread that disfigured her beautiful features. I unwillingly raised the knife and drove it down. That night I was died in scarlet.
(A/N End of flashback)
I broke down into tears as I finished my gruesome past. He just stared at me with beautiful hazel eyes, horror struck. He slowly, but hesitantly walked foward and tenderly pushed a short blonde strand of hair behind my ear. I looked up at him getting lost in his deep eyes filled with a compassion I had never embraced. I whispered four words,"I am a monster."
He shook his head. "No you aren't your beautiful Kayla. Your the most caring and kind person I've ever met. You unique and different from everyone else and you aren't afraid to stand up for what you believe in. I admire you."
"B-But I killed my own parents who didn't raise a hand to defend themselfs!" I protested my eyes swimming with an overwhelming guilt the corsed throught my veins to the very core of my soul.
"It wasn't your fault. I swear it." I just turned my head away. "Look at me Kayla," he said and I unsurley twisted my heaad to him. He cuped my face which took me by suprise and he slowly leaned in and his soft lips mine.
My blueish graay eyes had a startled apperance but they slowly relaxed and slipped close. He smirked slightly into my lips. I wouldn't admit it to anyone but myself but I loved the feel of his flawless lips upon my own kissing me tenderly. I was left feeeling deprived as he broke away unwillingly. "I love you Kayla."
My faace turned a light pink,"But I thought you loved Lily!"
He shook his head,"Not anymore. I,ve alwa-" He was cut off by a deep voice clearing his throat. I turned and craaacked a smile. I knew who it was and Potter was so dead. My uncle was stading there, tall and proud, frowining disapprovingly at Potter.
"And what do you think your doing young man?" The hardened aurtor aasked giving him a death glare. Let's just say I don't think I have ever seen Potter run that fast.
