Judgement Day

Ella apparated into her grandmother's room with a small pop sound. Three in the morning was a perfect time to come fulfill her dream mission. She had just fed little Emma and laid her back in her bed before she put on her usual black boots, pants and tank top and grabbed the silver dagger.

Now, she stood silently beside the bed, dagger shining in the moonlight that beamed through the open window. She gazed at the old woman, wear and tear showing on her sleeping face. This was it, the moment she'd been waiting for. This is what she was trained for, killing off the death eaters.

Now that it was time, she hesitated. Countless hours of training and yet, she couldn't do it still. The woman was sleeping, what was stopping her?

Breathing heavy, she stealth walked to the bed and thrust the knife through the woman's ribs, into her heart. Ella's heart raced as the though of the life draining out of her because of her own actions. She felt guilt, remorse, but knew it was for the good. Elita would be proud. What about Selene? What would Andrew say?

She quickly stuffed the knife back down into her boot and apparated. Her job was done. She'd be judged for her actions in whatever life came after death.