Behind the glass (Harry Potter fan fiction)

Chapter 1

Fog drifted gracefully towards the window pane of the deserted house. It was deathly quiet. All was still; there was no cool breeze passing, no sound of birds chirping. Only monotonous silence and emptiness filled the garden of the house. What remained of the Weasley house was pitiful compared to its original glory. The silence was only broken by the sound of footsteps walking on the damp green grass. Fred Weasley walked slowly towards the house; memories filled his head. The colour, the vibrancy, the life that once filled the barren halls had all vanished now. He stepped closer towards the door. Fred shuddered remembering that horrible night and the terror that consumed him. Hearing the ear piercing screams from his sister Ginny, her emerald eyes full of hate and tears. The fire climbed up the house with ease and cackled with laughter at the destruction it had brought onto the Weasley family. Fred’s pace quickened and so did his pulse. He would never forget his younger brother, Ron’s face as he crumpled to the ground as pain slithered up his body. Death eaters were cursing him with their wands. Burnt. Destroyed, the Burrow is blackened from the fire. All these horrific thoughts cause Fred to shake uncontrollably. He struggled through the door and slammed it shut, trying to block out all of those vicious memories. He could still taste the smoke in his mouth from that ghastly night. Rivers of tears started flooding down his face as he collapsed in a heap next to dear.