It was a silent, cold night during the winter. Snow was hidden everything under a white blanket and trees were covered in frost. The sky was light gray. Godric's Hollow was like sleeping. The snowy forest close to the town was quiet and calm. Little squirrel landed from a tree looking for something to eat. The squirrel sniffed the ground, trying to find something under the snow. Suddenly, in the middle of the forest, there was soft *pop*. Dark figure appeared to the snowy forest. It was a person. The squirrel ran quickly back to the tree and examined the human with its tiny black eyes.
The human was a tall man, who was dressed in long, black coat and black leather boots which had silvery straps . The man's hair was black and oily, and it separated to both sides of head like drapes, hiding the face of the man. But from the man's profile, it was visible that he had a big, curved nose.
The man began to walk from the forest. The steps were quick and confident; he knew where he was going, it wasn't he's first time to be there. The man was quickly on a road close to the forest. He looked on the right, then left and over his shoulder. No one was following him, he was pretty sure about it. The black haired man was wide awake and he seemed to handle something in right hand in his pocket. Even though the man was open to everything suspicious, he looked calm and normal from the outsider's view.
The man walked along the side of street towards to the centre of the town. The town's centre was empty and silent; only the wind blowing up some snow. Everyone were inside their homes, wrapped themselves with a blanket and watching the flames of their fireplaces, having fun with friends and family. It was Christmas Eve after all.
The man with black hair continued his way through the town. The wind played softly with his oily hair. The wind made the man shudder. Few minutes later, the man stopped and gazed at a house at his right side. The house may look to most of the people like nothing would be wrong with it, but the man saw the truth. The house was only a pile of rocks under the snow. The man had a painful look on his face when he softly touched the irony gate. Something rose from the snow, but the man weren't interested in that. Or he didn't want to pay attention to it. He continued his way and he was quickly in his destination. The cemetery.
The cemetery was even quieter than the centre of the town. The man walked with confident steps. He passed an obelisk which turned a statue under his eyes. In the statue was portray of a family. Father with short, messy hair and glasses, mother with long, wavy hair and a little baby boy, who were like a younger copy of his father, on his mother's lap. They all shared warm smiles and looked happy. The man had sorrowful look on his face and he continued his way to a certain tombstone. The man fell on his knees at the tombstone. He touched carefully the text on the stone. "The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death." Then the man pulled something from his pocket. It was a wand. He made a lantern appear from nothing. He placed it next to the stone.
The man buried his face in his hands. A small cry escaped from his lips and tears started to trickle down his curved nose.
"I'm so sorry…" the man said. The man's shoulders started to shudder when he cried silently.
The man felt someone's gentle hand on his shoulder, but when he turned around, there was no one to be seen.