If Things Had Been Different
Written by: Sarah
Disclaimer: All characters, plots, and happenings belong to JK Rowling and
various publishers. No money is being made in the writing of this as it is
for entertainment only.
Prologue: Here and Now
Albamare Hills. Five o' clock AM. If this was any ordinary day the residents of this town would just be awakening. Some, who had to make the 1 1/2 hour commute to London would be leaving their homes, anticipating the horrible traffic on their way to work. But today is no ordinary day. Where one modest suburban homes stood, now there lies only the foundations-still smoking from the fires which had been doused only hours before. A creaking sound can be heard as the wind teases a street sign hanging on to the post by its last thread. Through the grime, ashes, and occasionally blood, Godric's Hollow Ave can still be read on the face of the of the street sign. The cries of children and the tear-wrenching screams of their mothers can no longer be heard as all of the survivors have been taken to the nearest hospital, but there is little hope as all have been mortally injured-both physically and emotionally.
The beeping of an expensive watch breaks through the deathly silence which is starting to encompass the area. A young man can been seen looking towards the rising sun in the distance. He quickly consults his watch as vibrant colors being to fill the sky, clashing horribly with the smoldering remains of what used to stand at 3790 Anderson St. The young man can be heard muttering various curses before-in the blink of an eye-he disappears with a small pop.
*AN-this was really short because it's only the prologue please tell me what you thought so I can continue to write!
Prologue: Here and Now
Albamare Hills. Five o' clock AM. If this was any ordinary day the residents of this town would just be awakening. Some, who had to make the 1 1/2 hour commute to London would be leaving their homes, anticipating the horrible traffic on their way to work. But today is no ordinary day. Where one modest suburban homes stood, now there lies only the foundations-still smoking from the fires which had been doused only hours before. A creaking sound can be heard as the wind teases a street sign hanging on to the post by its last thread. Through the grime, ashes, and occasionally blood, Godric's Hollow Ave can still be read on the face of the of the street sign. The cries of children and the tear-wrenching screams of their mothers can no longer be heard as all of the survivors have been taken to the nearest hospital, but there is little hope as all have been mortally injured-both physically and emotionally.
The beeping of an expensive watch breaks through the deathly silence which is starting to encompass the area. A young man can been seen looking towards the rising sun in the distance. He quickly consults his watch as vibrant colors being to fill the sky, clashing horribly with the smoldering remains of what used to stand at 3790 Anderson St. The young man can be heard muttering various curses before-in the blink of an eye-he disappears with a small pop.
*AN-this was really short because it's only the prologue please tell me what you thought so I can continue to write!