Lost And Found

My heart is racing at a hundred miles an hour, and the blood is pounding in my ears. I don't know what to do, I don't know what to say. All I can think is no. No no no. I don't want to become a killer, I don't want to be forced to murder innocent people. The only thing I can think to do is shake my head no. Big mistake.

"No?" Voldemort laughs, a screeching, cackle that chills my bones, "Well then perhaps I should persuade you." He then turns to my father and yells "Avada kedavra!" There is a flash of green light and my father's lifeless form lays slumped over the table. My mother cries out and rushes to his side, burying her face in him while sobbing.

I feel the tears rolling down my cheeks as he cackles again, "Are you agreeing yet? I don't hear you agreeing!" Then turning to mother he yells crucio, and my mother is lifted of the ground, flailing and screaming. I can't take it anymore.

"Yes!" I scream.