(Unknown POV)
Earlier that day, a man woke up in his house. He found that he was laying down right near his front door. Stunned, the man recalled his most recent memory:
Voldemort's sneering face looked down at him. "You've been ratted out." He had said, keeping the sneer intact. Voldemort's next words, however, were even more terrifying. "Avada Kedavara!" He shouted as a jet of green light hit the man, killing him instantly.
The man shivered at the memory. Hadn't that just happened? He thought to himself. Am I in heaven? Shaking, he got up and went upstairs as something (or someone) else was on his mind. As he went up the stairs, the man thought he heard soft crying coming from one of the rooms. When he found its source, he discovered that it was a woman, who looked about his age, with bright red hair. She was on her knees and had her head in her hands. She must've heard the man come in, because she turned to face him. A look of shock appeared on her face and she ran to hug the man. The only words she could muster were, "He's gone, James. Our baby Harry is gone."
A/N
Hey guys! Sorry I updated a little late, I had to edit some of the words and the internet was acting up. Anyway, I really hope you liked this mystery POV chapter.
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The_fandom_bookworm
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