'Get him!' the villagers of Snakelip shouted.
The boy merely yards ahead of them didn't look back. He ran as fast his young legs could take him, dodging fatal curses that singed the hair on his head and arms. Eventually, after many swift turns, the boy had lost the villagers. He sank to the ground, hidden behind a brick wall and wept. Tears trickled down his nose and cheeks, like an endless waterfall of sorrow, pain and fear. But in those tears was relief, even joy. He still had a chance of survival. If they didn't find him.
The boy thought back an hour. He had been in his home, hiding in the cupboard under the stairs, hearing only the sound of spells being cast, of his parents fighting off the entirevillage ofSnakelip in an attempt to protect their little boy. For he had been discovered. No longer could his parents conceal the fact that their seven-year-old son was a Squib.
The boy was alone now. His parents were dead, and the entire village was after his head. He thought about what life would be like now, living as an outcast, hiding from everyone. But he supposed that wouldn't really be a change. His existence had been hidden ever since the day his parents found out who he was. What he was.
The boy heard shouts.
'Where is he!'
'Find the Squib!'
The voices got closer and closer. He cowered backwards, his back now pressing against the brick wall. There was no escape. He would have to wait, if he was in luck they wouldn't find him here. But he wasn't in luck. Not now. Not ever.
The villagers were on a hunt. They looked in every broomstick shed, behind every tree, through every house, until they found the little boy behind the brick wall, freezing and half dead. He had not moved from the same spot for days. The villagers of Snakelip held a trial, deciding what to do with it. In the end, they left it where it was. Alone to die in the cold, without food, without water.
But that night they made one big mistake.
The next day, the Squib vanished. He was never seen again. But he was still alive, paralysed, but still very much alive. And he sought revenge.
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The Tear Collector (a Harry Potter fanfic)
FanfictionHogwarts is not what it used to be. One by one, house by house, students are being picked off and killed brutally. They all have one thing in common: they were all crying before they died. It's a race against time for Jeremiah and Nancy as they work...
