The sixth of November; that was the day that Michaela Arelanno's life had been ruined. The day her innocence had been taken away from her. The day she had done something bad, really bad.

It had all began months before. Michaela was reading in her favourite spot in the whole village when she was interrupted by voices talking.

"Did you see her face?" The first voice said laughing

The second voice laughed before answering "and she was like please don't hurt me"

"Loser" the third voice said

As the voices got closer Michaela buried her face closer to the book, hoping that nobody would bother her.

"Well look who we have here"

Michaela looked up and saw three girls. She recognised them straight away, they were nasty pieces of work and went around bulling people just for the fun of it.

Michaela got up to leave but before she could, she was pushed back to the ground

"We didn't say you could leave"

Michaela became afraid, she wasn't looking for trouble.

"Does the freak talk?" Christina Hatfield; the ringleader of the group taunted

Her two sidekicks; Claire and Megan Scott laughed

Michaela got up again preparing to make a run for it but Christina clearly had different plans for the girl as she made fun of everything about Michaela, from her appearance, to her family, to her quietness.

"Well at least I'm not a bully like you" Michaela stammered, instantly regretting her words

"What did you say freak" Christina spluttered in outrage "you'll pay for that"

And she did, Michaela paid for these words almost everyday for five months until one day she couldn't handle it anymore.

It was the sixth of November and like everyday Claire and Megan were holding her hands behind her back while Christina punched her

With every punch Michaela grew more and more angry until with one last punch Michaela closed her eyes and screamed. There was a blast of light and the three girls were thrown back. When Michaela opened her eyes again the three girls were sprawled across the ground, dead.

The police were not involved in this incident, but instead the ministry of magic. Michaela had always known she was a witch as both her parents were busy aurors and hardly ever had time for her.

Michaela wasn't given a sentence in Azkaban as she was was only eight and couldn't control her magic. Instead she was put in a psychiatric ward at St Mungo's and would spend the next two and a half years there.

Michaela was alone, Michaela was a murderer.