The grey clouds hovered over the city of Scranton, the snow was slowly turned into ice on the ground, the moon light barely poked through the clouds and the stars were scattered lightly across the sky.
Despite the weather it was Rush Hour, everyone is tired after a long day of work and on their way to get to the warmth of their homes, to be comforted by the presence of their loved ones. Dylan Dumbledore, was one of the millions of Americans in Rush Hour, he wanted to be home. Home with his wife and six month old daughter, sitting on the sofa in their bedroom infront of the fireplace, softly chattering about their future and when they'll visit their parents.
Bentley Dumbledore, was one of the millions who wasn't in Rush Hour, she was at home feeding her daughter waiting for her husband to arrive after a long day of work. But Bentley was far to stressed for being at home all day, she received a letter from her father; Tom Riddle.
He wanted to pay a visit. A normal person wouldn't question such a thing, but she did. Her father is responsible for the deaths of millions and thousands of innocent people AND he murdered his own wife. She told him not to come, which added fuel to the fire.
Later that night, like every other, the small family of three sat infront of the fire place when a strong wind blew it out. It startled them, making the child stop playing with her stuffed cat. Bentley scooped up the baby and grabbed a candle on the nightstand beside them while Dylan ran downstairs to get a flashlight.
After ten minutes, Dylan still had not came up, as Bentley was about to walk out the door to check on him a grey hand touched her shoulder and spun her around. She nearly screamed when she saw Voldemort and four death eaters, one of which was holding her husbands remains.
"I told you not to come." Bentley said, trying to sound confident but it came out as a shaky voice. Before another word was said a green light shot out of Voldemort's wand. Bentley crashed to the ground, along with the baby.
The baby was confused, she looked at the five strange men and her parents. The baby crawled over to Voldemort and rugged on his cloak, making him look down.
His eyes meet the icy blue and silver eyes of his granddaughter, he then looked at his own daughter before disappearing. Her fathers body dropped when the one man disappeared, all but one disappeared.
This man had blonde hair and green eyes, he slowly picked the baby girl up and looked at Bantley. Tears formed in his eyes, the love of his life was murdered infront of him and her daughter is helpless.
He sighed and took out his wand and carved a 'X' on her left cheek bone, making her wail out of pain. "I'll see you later, Little one." He said before disappearing.
All at once another swarm of people came in except this one was lead by her other grandfather. The man swooped the baby up and again they disappeared.
The wizarding world was now changed. Permanently, am Voldemort is to blame.
