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Don't Fear The Reaper

Prologue

It was a stormy night…

The rain poured down, and far away thunders could be heard loud and clear…

Faintly in the distance, if you listened very carefully you could hear the sound of a baby crying…

It was the year of 1981. It was almost Halloween… such a fun holiday, this one, Celtic mythology says it is magical time in which the barriers between this world and the other realm (a place of ghosts, spirits, monsters and demons), open and the beings from both realms wander the earth together. So in this fatidic night, it is custom to put on scary masks, that several purposes, from protection against the demons of the other world to simply scaring your friends and neighbors… a happy holiday indeed, but in not so happy times, in these days nobody seemed to care… After all, these were dark times, dark with shadows and fear.

We could say the Fear was of Him… He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named… but in true, it wasn't, because in true… we don't fear the reaper, we fear what he brings with him… as a poisonous gift… death… and what a useless fear too… after all, death comes equally to us all, and it always comes when it is supposed to… not a day sooner, nor second later. Although we wish for it to be otherwise sometimes, what do we know? Who are we to judge? This one ought to die sooner, and this other should live longer…There is no greater justice, than the certainty that we will all die, exactly when our time arrives… when the final grain of sand falls in the hour-glass of our life and our final moment on this earth, expires…

When the reaper comes…will death at last arrive…

Some would say it's the same, that death is the reaper, and maybe it is so… but you see, I think death is necessary, because without death, there can be no life… because the coming of the reaper doesn't simply imply death… sometimes… just sometimes… the reaper brings with him a different gift… a gift of fate and destiny, and hope in a brighter future… the ending of a cycle yes, but also the beginning of a new one.

And it is with death that we begin our story… with death and life, together, hand in hand in an eternal wheel of fortune… we embark on this story, brought to its beginning by the Reaper himself…

The shadows were his followers, the followers of death… they were everywhere, they knew all, they were all, always listening, hidden in the shadows... they were a prelude to death itself…

One of these shadows approaches… let's see what news of death it brings…

'We have found the house my lord…' the shadow bows, to the back of an arm chair, in front of the fire. A man is seated, and after making a dismissive gesture with his hand, he turns to speak to the body of another man, kneeling on the floor.

'So you did not lie… you shall be rewarded Wormtail… for your precious service to me…'

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It was a normal street. And in this street a normal house, innocuous to say the least. Two floors, a dark roof, a little garden in the back, and a white picket fence.

Godric's Hollow it was called.

Inside the house, there was peace and quiet, on the second floor, a man and a woman slept peacefully in the first room on the right by the top of the stairs. While on the second room on the right a baby slept in a pretty blue cot.

Outside covered by nightfall, every corner, every stone in the street, every patch in the walls, seem to have a life of its own. There were strange shadows.

One shadow moved across the street. An alarm sounded trough the house.

The man and the woman woke up in terror, grabbed their wands and run to the outside of the room.

The man spoke "Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off"

The woman grabbed the man's hand and with tear falling across her face, she run to the baby's room.

There was a blue pale light and the front door ceased to exist.

Downstairs there was a fight. The sounds were loud and terrifying. A green light flashed, visible trough the keyhole of the door, in the baby's room the woman gave an anguished cry and stumbled way from the door.

A door was ripped open. The shadow laughed, a cold cruel laugh.
The woman stepped in front of the cot and cried "Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"

The shadow-like man spoke "Stand aside … stand aside now."
But the woman shook her head and stretched out her arms between the man and the baby,"Not Harry, please no, kill me instead… have mercy… " But the shadow only laughed, that evil laugh again and the woman screamed, and then a green light flashed.

The man and the baby were at last the only ones alive in the house. The man passed over the woman's dead body and looked at the baby in the cot. He spoke to the baby, very low, so low that no even I know what he said. Then he casted the third green curse, and the baby screamed. Strangely, so did the man as he vanished in thin air. The house began to shake and tremble, and as the baby cried, pieces of the ceiling fell, the floors and walls began to crack, windows shattered… Eventually the house fell down in a mound of destruction in the middle of a normal, innocuous street.

In the death silence that followed these events, you could hearthe sound of a baby crying… And so it begins…