No Mercy

~~~ Sorry if the first part is kinda sloppy and whatever, l couldn't think of the perfect beginning but it'll get better l promise!~~~
All of my memories of the past month have been replaying in my head a million times. These memories were horrible to watch, they were filled with the terrible mistakes l've made. l was usually good with blocking out anything, including painful images, but unfortunately, they wont stop playing. The worst image was one where l let my father die right before me.
l always hated playing it over again, but it was the only memory of my home the way l saw it last.
It was one of those nice family barbecues on the perfect summer night. The smell of my daddy's steak was wonderful.
My dad was an honest Englishman, and my mother was a beautiful french woman. l even inherited her wonderful accent tinted voice and sapphire eyes. And though l had my dads ash blonde hair, l decided last moment to dye it the color red velvet.
Our home had a beautiful view of Paris, though it was well over 50 miles away. We were sitting on our picnic table enjoying the last of the nice weather before it got stormy. My daddy was always a funny man, always cracking jokes.
The backyard had a light atmosphere when he choose the worst time to be serious, l was still laughing at his previous joke when l heard him clear his throat loudly. Mother tapped my shoulder when l didn't stop giggling. l smiled at him apologetically, allowing him to continue.
"Honey, l have good news."
Usually whenever he said that, it was bad news. But he had a smile, meaning it wouldn't be so bad. l looked at mother. "You aren't having a baby are you?" She shook her head, "Goodness no." l looked back at him and his eyes were still sparkling.
"Well what is it then?" l was nearly bouncing in my seat, eager to hear the news.

"Well, the Ministry offered me a job, it pays more than what l get now. The hours are great, but the job is in London, so, we're moving!" He exclaimed, throwing his arms out like it was the best news in the world.
l felt my mouth pop open. "London, th-thats in England?" l stuttered. If we moved to London, that would mean l would have to leave Beauxbatons.
"Are you serious?!" l screeched, he was implying of tearing me away from my family, the only home l knew other than my own.
"Well, yes. The Ministry decided they would like me in England, so were moving there. And because we would be so far away from your school, we're transferring you to Hogwarts."
"But your taking me from my home!" l argued.
"No, Beauxbatons was not your home, and the people there was not your family, we are." He crossed his arms over his chest, like he only did when he won a fight. Dad has too much pride.
"Fine..." l took my defeat
Daddy smiled like a goofy child, and took a bite of the steak l could no longer eat.
Mother didn't seem fazed, but she could always tell when l was upset, and decided to lighten the mood again, "How about another joke Aster?"
l wasn't in the mood for any humor, l shoved myself away from the table and shuffled over to the hammock. As soon as l hit the fabric my eyes closed automatically. Dreams clouded my mind when l felt a raindrop on my hand.
The sounds of coughs filled my ears and l opened my eyes to see my dad with his hands around his neck, coughing desperately, and my mother nowhere in sight. "Daddy!" l screamed, l fell out of the hammock and ran towards him.
l knew the spell that could save him, anapneo, l learned it in my second year.
It felt as if my body froze not ten feet away, l struggled to move, but it felt as if l fell into wet cement and it dried, disabling any movement.
l looked down at my feet, nothing but grass, yet l still couldn't move. Nothing has happened like this before. The rain was starting to downpour, but my vision was still locked on my father. He stared at me, telling me to do the goddamn spell, allowing him to live. His face was starting to turn purple, or it was just the dark light, but l knew he was running out of air.
l couldn't even move my hand a little to get my wand out. After many moments of struggle, l finally gave up. It was no use. "Sorry, so sorry..." l whispered, my tears staring to roll down my face, mixing with the rain. Soon after, he collapsed, and l was able to move again. l ran towards the hammock once again, and started to sob. Where is mother? l thought through my foggy mind. It was a short time before l heard her open the door. Knowing my mother, she would always assume he was kidding around before she realized he was truly dead. l heard her say with a mocking tone "Now come on Aster, your getting soaked..." The hesitation was clear in her voice, she wasn't sure if he was kidding or not this time. Wasn't long before l heard her scream loudly, it was then, l closed my eyes, and let go of everything.

It felt like the next time l opened my eyes, l was at the funeral. Family and friends mourned and gave us their regards. In the crowd, l spotted my little twin cousins Cassidy and Luke. They lived in England with my grandmother, my father's mother. Both of their parents died of natural causes, so the Muggles thought. They were murdered by someone unknown to us. You could always spot the twins from a mile away, both had striking features, tall for their age. Most unforgettable was their purple eyes, and ash blonde hair. Cassidy met my gaze and nodded to me. l nodded back.
My bet is that my mom is going to have us live with them. We already packed our home in France, we just needed a place in England to live. She wanted to move to England anyway, turns out France was getting old. Knowing my mother, she would want someone to help her with things she wasn't sure of, like some of the wizarding stuff. And you could always count on my Grandmother to help, a wise witch she was. Eventually, l gave into letting my mom shove me into my grams house. It was a huge house, and right on the edge of London. My bedroom was huge as well, plus l had a wonderful view of the city.

A knock on the door startled me, l was sitting on my window seat looking out at the clock. "Hmm?" My gram opened the door quietly and came to sit on my bed.
"Me and the twins are going to get some things at Diagon Alley, you should come too." l looked up at her and nodded silently, something that l did frequently. Ever since my dad's death, l've gone somewhat mute, afraid that l would spill out my secret that l killed my dad. After a few moments of silence she waved her hand at me. "Child, come here."
l got up and slowly and sat next to the wrinkly figure. "It was not your fault. You couldn't have known what was happening." She said softly.
That was a lie, but l let her continue. "Now come on, we need to get you some things." She grabbed my hand and brought me downstairs where the twins were seated on the couch, playing a handgame. They looked up and walked over to us, smiles on their small faces.
"Okay, lets go to Diagon Alley, shall we?" Gram said as she brought us out the door.