Prologue: The Orphan Child
Warning: Violence
Silence.
Not a sound was heard except the wind that whistled eerily through the trees, casting a foreboding atmosphere around the houses. Or what was left of them anyway.
Nothing could be heard, not even the creatures of the night had anything to say. No crickets sang their love for the moon. No owls flew through the night looking for prey. In the silence, the wind blew consistently as though singing a song for the fallen.
Something was wrong; something was very wrong. The night stood still, not daring to take a breath to disturb the wickedness that was left behind. In the midst of it all, Godric's Hollow stood still, almost too still.
From inside the house at the end of the street, voices could be heard frantically trying to get away from something... or someone.
"Lily," the man yelled, rushing about the house, trying to find anything he possibly protect his family with.
"Please," he pleaded, "take him! Take Harry and go! He's here! It's him! Go-"
The voice was cut off mid-sentence, followed by a sickening thud of a body dropping to the floor.
Lily, hearing her husband's last words and the sound of his body hitting the floor, rushed into Harry's he lay in his cot. Just moments after she got inside, the door burst open and inside stepped a serpent-like creature with red eyes. Insane, high-pitched laughter echoed through the room, as the man...no creature advanced on Lily and her precious Harry.
"Not Harry! Please, not Harry!" Lily cried.
The man in the dark cloak paid no heed to her pleas nor screams.
"Step aside, you foolish woman. Step aside now!"
"Not Harry! Please take me instead! Kill me instead! Just please, not Harry! Have mercy, please!"
The air went cold, and silence reigned once again. There was a strange, shrill laughter that erupted from the man and his mother's screams, followed by another sickly thud of a body hitting the ground. Then, a green light rockets full force towards him. Everything went black for a mere moment. The man who had been there moments ago was no longer in the room, only a cloak and his mother's lifeless body on the floor. The small child lay crying in his cot, tears running down his small face.
It was over, at least for another eleven years.
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