Reliving The Most Important Day of My Life

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I was younger, but not much. Thirteen. Thirteen years old. We were in my old house, but only for a few days. We couldn't risk staying for more than that. We would be easily tracked if we did. My father was in his room, working on a new spell he had been trying to perfect for a while. I was in the front room, playing the old, dusty piano that had always sat there.

"Oh, -" My fingers came to a stop for the umpteenth time that day as my father uttered a loud word who's meaning was unknown to me. I had heard him use it multiple times; usually when he was mad. I had never used it, at least not in front of him, because, for some reason, I had a feeling I shouldn't be saying it. I sighed and started playing again. This was how it always went.

"Eleanor!" I stopped again. He came stomping through the house. I knew what this was going to lead to. I braced myself. "Will you stop pounding around on that stupid thing?! I don't know how you even picked up such a useless skill!" He slammed his hand on the bass end of the piano, causing a harsh crash of notes. "That's all it is! Useless! Why can't you make yourself useful and focus on magic?!"

"I don't have a wand, father..."


There is was. The sharp slap I always got anytime he was displeased with me. But this one was harder than usual; so hard, in fact, that I fell off of the piano bench and onto my back on the floor.

"Don't smart off! I didn't smart off to my father, and you won't smart off to me!" He loomed over me.

"I wasn't!" I squeaked. He pulled his wand out of his robes and I flinched. I waited, expecting the worse, but... nothing came. I opened my eyes. He had it aimed at the piano.

"Confingo!"  He yelled.


It hit it directly, causing splinters of wood and ivory keys to fly around the room. I sat up, crying. That piano was the only thing that gave me hope; a ray of sunlight in a world of darkness. But now...

"Stop that crying!" He slapped me again. "Now leave me alone! And be quiet! I have important things to do!" He turned around and went back into his room, oddly not bothering to slam the door behind him. I stood up and wiped my eyes.

He had blown up my piano. That was the only thing I loved and now... I hated my Father! He was mean to me! Always slapping me! Calling me useless! Maybe I could run away. I didn't know where I would go, but I could figure it out later. Anywhere would be better than with him. Or maybe he could just die. Yeah, that's it. He could just die.  That's what I wanted; him to be dead.


Suddenly, a fierce head erupted from my father's room. A blazing glow flowed from the doorway. I heard my father scream, and then, all at once, everything stopped. There was a moment of silence and then my father spoke, very weakly.


I whimpered out of fear and very slowly walked into his room. The once while walls were charred black. In the middle of the room laid my father's body in similar condition. A trail of black ash connected them. He lifted his hand as much as he could manage.

"Closer..." I tiptoed to him and crouched down, tears flooding my eyes. His locked with mine. "Hold still." He instructed. I nodded and he lifted his wand, pointing it towards me. "Ava-" He started, then suddenly went limp. I leaned over him.

"Father?! Father?!" I cried out, be he didn't answer. I had gotten my wish. He was dead. But now I wished that I could take it back."


My eyes quickly flew open. I was back in the girl's dormitory. I rubbed my eyes. It had been a while since I had had a nightmare. No, a flashback. A nightmare is a figment of your imagination, and that had really happened. Stretching, I rolled over and yawned, then suddenly came to a stop at what I saw: Uncle Severus was standing beside my bed, his arms crossed in annoyance.

"Did you have a good night's rest?" He asked. I looked around; no one else was there. That meant I had overslept.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, wondering why it was he who had come to get me.

"Vincent said you weren't in class. He was worried. I told him you probably just irresponsibly slept in. Sure enough, I was correct. Everyone is already in their first class. Now, what is the meaning of this?" He lowered his voice. "Were you training with your father?"

"No, I was just dreaming. I had a nightmare." I sat up.

"Surely Sirius Black isn't making a return, is he?" I shook my head no. "Your father?" I nodded. "What happened?"

"It was the night that he died..."

"Oh." He stopped there, knowing it was no use to press. I wouldn't tell anyone what curse had killed him. The Ministry wondered and wondered what spell could char a body from a perfect trail from the wall, leaving no other signs that it was there. They had never seen anything like it, but I knew why. They had, quiet literally, had never seen anything like it. As far as I knew, no one else had even used it; not even Uncle Severus. The only two people who knew it was my father and I, but now it was only me. And I wasn't going to tell anyone. I promised my father I wouldn't when he showed it to me.

Uncle Severus looked at me for a moment, then shook his head.

"Okay. Get ready. Your first class is almost over, so when you are finished I would advice you to go to your second class. With Umbridge roaming around, you may not be excused." He turned and went down the stairs. I laid back down for a minute or two, closing my eyes.

No one knew how my father had died but me. I was the only one who had seen the spell. If I were to perfect it, I could use it to my advantage. I could introduce it to the ark Lord. If anything would impress him, that would be it. It would impress anyone. But in order to do that, I would have to learn from the creator, which meant I would have to confront my father about the thing that had caused his death.

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