death of the family

[EMMELIA JAMMISON]

Everything was cold. Frozen. Even time seemed to stand still in the small town outside of London. A cloaked woman made her way through the streets, her face completely hooded, but her eyes scowered the area. Making her way through the streets she could remember visiting often. Her siblings had moved in together and she would often come to visit them. Regardless of their differences she loved them dearly, but now she came for a different reason. Her heart pounded in her ears as she finally stood outside the house.

Everything was dark, there were no lights in the windows, no signs of movement in the home. She looked at the the house observing for anything out of the normal, but something definitely was out of the normal. The house revealed nothing to her on the outside but she knew already something was terribly wrong. Walking up to the door she jiggled the handle...locked. Going around the backyard she looked through the windows, still pitch black. Reaching the back door she froze. It was cracked open, the wind blowing against it ever so lightly to have it move an inch back and forth.

Pulling out her wand she had it in hand at the ready to attack whoever the unfortunate intruder may be. Slowly she walked into the house, illuminating her wand so that she could see better. Going through the kitchen her heels crunched on some broken glass from the plates and glasses that exploded all over the place. Swallowing hard she moved onward, nothing but broken dishes scattered the dining room and kitchen area.

Entering the living room was when she noted a certain smell...one that she had yet to smell before. It was putrid almost like death lingered in the area. The coffee table was smashed into pieces, the furniture obliterated, the hutch glass figurines broken in various places along the room. Turning around the banister to the staircase was hanging off the wall, laying partially in the middle of the hallway.

Going up the stairs her adrenaline rushed, time seemed to go in slow motion, and at the top of the stairs she noted a body laying there. Stopping in the middle of the stairwell she could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. Continuing forward was her twin brother dead at the top of the stairs. Falling beside him she sobbed and choked on her tears. The world crashed around her and she couldn't breathe. The worst had happened, the Order or the Aurors got a hold of them all.

Standing up she moved toward her younger brother's room to see his body there as well. Tears poured down her face as she reached her little sister's room to find the same condition. All their furniture was broken, and three lives were lost in the Jammison family. Anger boiled from inside her as she looked down at her sister's face, frozen in fear. Going back over to her twin she knew he died trying to protect the other two.

Walking out of the house she threw off her hood, her wand was unlit and she was fuming. At that she apparated to her parents house to bring the news...and to formulate the plans to execute those responsible.