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He ran and hid but still he saw the flames from his spot behind the trees. He heard the screams as he stood there shivering on a snowy winter's night.
Salazar doesn't know how the men on horses found them or why his parents wouldn't use their magic to stop them.
These men were Muggles and his parents could have easily stopped them yet they hadn't. His father told him to run and he had but now he wished he had stayed because the screams he can hear belong to those he loves the most. If, he were down there with them, then maybe he could help them.
His little legs are rooted to the spot no matter how desperately he tries to make them move.
The fire burns brighter and brighter, the screams stop and Salazar almost wants them to start again because at least then he would know if his family were still alive.
The men do not search for him and long after the sun comes up he can still see the fire. No one from his family has called out to him or come to look for him.