Souls That Has Been Broken

Prolog

Step by step, thought by thought, dark corridor and a majestic door. With every following move, his over the moon confidence was slowly dissapearing into the light of the full moon shining through the darkness of the night. Unsureness was filling every cell in his body and former clean mind became owerhelmed with the tons of questions whether this mission was a right decision or just a paranoid shadow in his imagination. What if this was not the right family? However, it was to late to question anything; he stood in front of the door, pulling his wand out. The wand that was supposed to kill his greatest enemy as the prophecy had said.  Door slowly opened with a cracking soud as he had used the spell. A laught of a small boy was filling the room corners as he just had seen a funny face made by his father. He was being entertained by his mothers fancy dress and they all were prepared to cut the pumpkin. Halloween season entered the room but no one expected it to be turned into horror instead.  

He could see Frank Longbottom came out of the room. As he was coming closed, he could see a silhouette turning into person. He stopped with terrified look, not able to speak. „Avada kedavra" was the last sound he could ever hear. There was a scream from the other room. They had to hear him. Voldemort continued walking. He entered the living room with Alice and Neville. Alice was standing there, with her wand, ready to fight, even though she tried to hide flowing tears coming from her eyes. She just lost her husband. Love of her life. But now, she had to protect her son. „Move," said Voldemort. But she didn't. She stood in front of her son, ready to sacrifice her life for him, with wand in her right hand, holding Neville in other one. „I will let you live, if you give me that child," said Voldemort with his dark voice. „Never!" answered Alice and held her wand against him. Then he said that two words again.

Her body was laying on the floor and the child was crying. Voldemort raised his wand again. „Avada kedavra." Green beams lighted up the room. Something changed, this time was different. Voldemort suddenly disappeared and a child with only scar on his forehead was crying in an empty room.

Meanwhile his grandma was crying in the other room. She knew she couldn't help, because Neville is going to need someone. Her child died tonight. It tore her apart and she couldn't breathe. It broke her, it broke her heart into million pieces. When she stepped into the room when everything happened, she could not stop crying. She looked at her grandson and suddenly realised something. How did she not notice earlier?