Starry Eyes // Harry Potter

prologue • THE SURVIVAL

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PROLOGUE • THE SURVIVAL
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YOU'LL LIE PATIENT BY HER SIDE
WITH ROSES RED COME LILIES WHITE

THE NIGHT SKY was a dark purple, so dark it was almost as black as tar and seemed to suffocate the neighbourhood just like the substance would. No stars were to be seen and the moon was covered by a heavy blanket of clouds, enveloping the sky in a black cloak, which seemed to block out any noise from any neighbouring houses.

A cloak just like the one a man was wearing as he stood behind a hedge, hidden from any passers by; if there were any passers by, they'd be dead in an instant - after a blinding flash of green light - their death impossible to solve. The man would just kick them aside as easily as if they were a piece of trash, another death in the graveyard that was his heart.

Quietly, he strolled up the pathway, placing each step carefully on the path, his cloak billowing behind him in a nonexistent breeze. The house in front of him was dark but never foreboding; the man was here to do business, and then he was to leave - simple as that. In fact, his life would be more simple once this deed was done - there'd be no one standing in his way to reach his ultimate goal; power.

In the very same house he was striding to, a woman stood upstairs, watching with horror through the window just after she'd put the children to bed. No one could say she wasn't beautiful; her striking red hair flowed peacefully down her back and her pale face was carefully dotted with freckles. Her features composed a face of sadness and fear - however, her gaze was fierce, her green eyes penetrating through the glass, seeing something she thought her husband had not.

She heard a loud bang, and her husband screaming, "Lily, take Harry, Ela and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off-" and then there was a flash of green light and a clunk and Lily's heart was falling into a pit at the bottom of her stomach, a lump rising in her throat. Tears fell down her cheeks. She took no notice of them.

She repeated what she had to do in her head over and over and over again - protect Harry hide Ela protect Harry hide Ela - but she couldn't take it any longer. She screamed, a scream of despair that mingled with her children's cries and the mirthless laugh she could hear below her.

Lily grasped her head, pulling at her hair, trying to think of what to do. Yes, she'd try and hold him off; she didn't have a wand, but maybe...

She paced over to Harry's chest of draws, dragging it over to the door. But it didn't work - the man entered the room as easily as if he were just walking down the street.

Lily stayed with her children - her arms wide as though she could protect them - when he was standing in front of her, leering. She stayed with her children when he raised his wand, and when she looked into his eyes, the colours of bright green and piercing red meeting each-other, the two colours that once symbolised the happiest time of the year now marking the end of one's life. But neither of them knew yet that those two colours would also mark the end of another's life, seventeen years later.

The words were uttered, and Lily Potter fell to the floor, limp, dead.

The man, Tom Riddle, or better known as Voldemort, stepped over the body and made his way towards the cot in which the one-year-old boy was awake, gripping the railings tightly with wide, confused eyes. He'd just witnessed the murder of his mother, something that would scar him for life quite literally.

Voldemort raised his wand, and suddenly all was green.

The night ended with a different selection of deaths than the man had hoped.