The rain lashed heavily against the dismal city street, creating miniature rivers that ran along the pathways and collected in great puddles at the end of its journey. Thick bellowing clouds played their symphony of rumbles and crackles as it mustered up a mighty storm. The streets were mostly empty bar a handful of people running about trying to find shelter and a place to keep dry, I, like them, was in a hurry too. My pace quickened as I scanned briefly over each buildings name trying to find the place I was staying at.
The warmth of the apartment welcomed me kindly as I stepped inside and made my to my room and started to pack. I was visiting my aunt Delphine over the winter break here in New York City, her apartment was so small she could barely host herself yet she gladly took me in and cared for me over the past few weeks. Tomorrow however, marked the end of my time here, and also my return home to England.
After I had finished packing, I lay on my bed, reminiscing over the memories of my time here. My aunt was slightly off in the head, like myself, it runs in the family. So most of my memories consisted of doing ridiculous things and creating havoc among the muggles, or as they call them here no-majs. My head fell to the side on the pillow and I gazed towards the window and watched the tiny droplets of rain race to the sill, some joining forces and some drifting slowly as if they had all the time in the world.
And suddenly it happened all to quickly. A black mass floated by the window and out of view into the dimly lit street below, it's cloud like structure startled me, Never in my wizarding days had I ever seen anything like it before. I sprung from the bed and practically leapt down the stairs, pumping my legs to move faster, to catch the mysterious object. I broke through the front door of the apartment and sped in the direction I had seen it go.
It whipped and spun with a mind of its own ahead of me, keeping its distance at a steady pace. The rains till poured, unconcerned with this incredible event. The streets now we're empty, not a soul in sight, Except a drenched girl and a wisp of darkness trailing ahead. It seemed to grow wearily, dropping suddenly to a lower height and trailing slowly into an alley that strayed from the path, I turned the corner and came to a halt, watching as it manoeuvred its way to the ground and stopped also.
I had no explanation for what had happened. No spell or hex I had seen before had the power to do this, I made my way over slowly and knelt down beside it, or should I say him. The shadow had transformed itself into a boy. A boy that appeared to be dead.
