-Riddle Manor 31/10/1981-
(3rd person PoV)

The rain hammered against the windows as a mother and father were at the door. In the cot nearby, there was a one-year-old sitting attentive to her surroundings. she had dark, crimson eyes and light brown hair trickling down her pale face.

She was silent but this is the night where she lost one of her parents forever and the other deemed evil and dead(though that could not be further from the truth).

The father was going to 'ensure his safety' then didn't come back. The mother was crying in front of the cot, tears glistening in the warm light and blonde hair cascading down her frame in waves of perfect curls. She reached to her daughter and held her tight. Whispering something, she opened the floo network to a man she believed that she could trust. There now stood a man with long, silver hair and electric blue eyes. The man who looked as if he was of great importance and of high stature raised his wand and shouted three words: "Imperio!"

 The child is passed to him.

"Crucio!"

there was screams resounding from where there was previously silence.

"Avada kedavra!" 

The screams were silenced as the woman lay on the ground, unmoving and dead. The girl, who is now sobbing, was roughly sent through the green flames.

Autumn woke up somewhere else. Without her mother, her father elsewhere. she kept her name but she would never see her mother again.

 She never saw or heard from her father, who loved and looked after her, for another ten years.

The innocent child was left in the dark. She was told lie after lie. The worst being on the morning of her eleventh birthday...

(Rewritten 7/4/2020)