Genocide.

When a toddler builds his Lego house, he thinks that he's just placing some colorful blocks on top of each other. Some might fall and some might stand but he always ends up building the house of his little dreams.
And there he has it, the masterpiece! But as they say, nothing lasts forever. The gust of strong wind that blows through the window breaks his house and shatters his heart. The happiness, the twinkle in his eyes has vanished.
The clenching of fists, the loud wail, the knots in his stomach, the tears in his eyes, the agony! Agony, that's what it is.
Harry was no different. His father was his hero, his mentor, his role model, his everything. But death can't be stopped, it's gravely inevitable.
He forced himself into a horrendous web that modified him as a person. He decided if the world can't justice the good; the bad will.
He decided to cut his finger and not apply the ointment. He chose to risk everything he ever was.
In the mess, he found himself meeting someone in whom he saw himself reflected back. But the difference was she didn't believe in risking. Nora, a writer by profession and a passionate observer of human life by hobby. She knew how people surrender for their loved ones. How people cut strings, create wars or just die because of love.
But she never wondered her knowing would become a feeling when the valiant came into her life, warmed it with his loving innocent radiance but betrayed her piece by piece.
But she gave chances.
And he caught one of them.