Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, I have no rights to Harry Potter and I do not make any money from writing these fics.

Written for the second lot of 50 words for Werewolf One's theme challenge, the theme for this set of prompts is that they're all Prologues for Harry Potter fics.

I hope to write all or most of these prologues at one point but if you want find a prologue that you want to take on and write then you can, just let me know first and tell me when you post it.

This fic shall be a daylily update fic, there will be a new chapter up everyday depending on what's going on in RL for me.

Hope you enjoy this collection of Prologues!

Prompt 51 – Tears

WARNING! These Progolue's are a mixture of ratings, some might be M rated while others will be K. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! I'm putting this fic under M rating just to be sure.

Tears ran down his face as he looked upon the scene, he couldn't believe it, he really couldn't. The living room of number 4 Privet drive was now bathed in blood, the blood of his cousin and the blood of his mother.

"D-dad," a six year old Dudley stuttered with tears flowing down his face through he took no notice, "D-did you really k-k-kill..."

At hearing his son speak Vernon turned out and looked at Dudley with an insane blood thirsty grin upon his face, a large butchers knife covered in blood was in his hand, his eyes shone with insanity as he gazed down at Dudley.

Dudley gulped and slowly moved backwards without taking his eyes off of his father. He kept his mouth close and continued to slowly inch towards the door, his father followed him without a single glance back at Harry.

Suddenly a soft moan came from Harry's unmoving body showing that the young six year old were still alive even if it was just barely. Vernon's head snapped around and his eyes zoomed in on the unmoving body.

"D-Dad where's mum?" Dudley asked quietly drawing his father's attention away from his cousion, "W-where is mum?"

Through Dudley didn't need his father to answer as his foot stepped into the hallway and into a puddle of red liquid. Freezing Dudley slowly turned his head with wide eyes, he looked into the kitchen and spotted his mother in the kitchen, it wasn't pretty.

"MUM!" Dudley cried out in pure terror, "NO! PLEASE! MUM! WAKE UP!"

Petunia Dursley was sitting at the kitchen table slumped to one side, it looked like she was merely asleep or it would of if it wasn't for the trail of red liquid going from her body to the hallway.

Dudley didn't notice anything else, he only had eyes for his mother's dead body. He allowed tears to flow freely down his face as he simply staired at his mother's body, he took no notice of his father slowly coming towards him, he took no notice as his father raised his knife, he didn't notice as his cousin's eyes snappened open.

Through he did notice a bright light fill the room and hide everyone else. Dudley whimpered as he hugged himself and tired to look around the room but he only saw an area of white light surrounding him. His thoughts went back to his now dead mother and insane father, it was obvious to his six year old mind that his parents where now lost to him.

Dudley gulped as he noticed the bright light slowly starting to disapper, going with it was the only protection from the insane murder known as his father he had. Taking a deep breath Dudley knew that he and his cousion would soon be going up to see Aunt Lily and Unlce James and now...his mother.

Dudley closed his eyes tightly and hugged himself as he waited for the final blow to come, he clingged to the clean clothes his mother had helped his into earlier that day.

After a while the final blow never came, curiosity getting the better of him Dudley slowly opened one eye only to gasp in shock, he was no longer in his home. The room he was in alone gave it away, instead of it having state of the arch electrical devises there was an old fashioned chess set and books covered the walls like wall paper. There was a grand fireplace done in an old gothic style, around it stood a large black sofa and two strange looking chairs that looked to Dudley as if they had wings.

Slowly scanning the area Dudley realised several things, there was no blood anywhere, his cousin was lying unmoving on the floor nearby but the soft moans of pain told Dudley Harry was awake, his mother and father where nowhere to be seen, it was as if they had totally vanished.

Suddenly Dudley felt cold air on the back of his neck and gulped as he felt two eyes staring and the back of his neck, someone was behind him and they where angry.

"What are you doing in my house?"

To Be Continued...