Disclaimer: My bank account says without doubt that Harry Potter is not mine.
Warning! Mention of suicide.
The death of a bitter woman (the eye of Maahes)
The fog covered the rumbled pavement like a grey blanket. It smelt like smoke, suffering and death. A lonely figure crept down the street, like a ghost, sliding behind the dirty walls that long time ago, supported the most famous tower of the city. Broken bits of glass, the only remains of the big clock that adorned it, cracked under her feet, breaking the peace of the cold dawn. A fat rat slipped away through the cracks of the wall and the figure shivered. The city now belonged to them.
Step by step, moving with the care of an old person, the figure left the clock. It was an old woman, dressed with rags. Her grey hair was greasy, dirty, and in her face you could see the hardness of a very difficult life. Her long neck was covered by an old brown cloth of an unknown origin. Her thin figure wore layers and layers of different clothes, making her look fat. Her feet were wrapped with grey fur and without shoes.
It was not always like this. One time, long ago, she was the perfect house-wife, with a wonderful son and a working husband. All was lost now. The house didn't exist any more, her son was dead and she didn't care where her husband was, or if he was still alive.
She walked with a slight limp, avoiding big pieces of stones and steal that barred her path, towards the river.
Her son, her loved Dudders, was one of the first victims of The Eye. Collateral damage, they called it. Their foolish, weak-minded fear had doomed them all. The Eye of Maahes, god of war.
When the governments of the United States announced it, she, like the rest of the world, was jubilant. Finally! The ultimate weapon that would win the bloody war. It was safe, clean and extremely effective. No radiation, no contamination, only a cauterizing ray of energy, which surgically extirpated the world tumour: Witchcraft. Voldemort and his bloody Deatheaters were finished.
She even remembered the propaganda: Clean: No radiation left. Anti-manipulation: It shots from space. No wizard can reach it. Safe: It will shut down when no magical energy could be found in earth. Precise. Finds every single bit of magical energy and destroys it. Only blows up the wizard house. Their neighbours are safe...
Safe... What an illusion.
At first, all was well. They had won the war in only two days; the time needed by the Eye to circle the Earth. All the magical places where destroyed, and the wizard kind annihilated, Voldemort between them. They never knew what put them down.
After the first massacre, the Eye, apparently, shut itself down. For several years, all was peaceful. Dudley met a wonderful girl, they married and had a little child, Rose. The horrors of the past, the World-War 3, the Wizarding War, were fading in the minds of the ordinary people. There was no magic, no wizards, no repression. The economy flourished, the cities were reconstructed and the children played in the parks without fear of a "freak" attack.
And then the nightmare returned with vengeance. Some brainless, stuck-ups idiots in the government decided that the newborns magicians had to be exterminated before they could become another Voldemort. And what better solution than the Eye?! The Eye would never allow a wizard to survive.
Little Rose was a witch. She, and her parents where blown up that day. Collateral damage, their death was called. Petunia's fault, was Vernon deduction. He beat her, almost killing her, and then walked away. She never saw him again.
One thousand houses, one thousand families perished that day all over the world. And then, more, and more. The public opinion began to change their views. All of the dead, couldn't be wizards! People began to speak up, scientists began to formulate theories. Perhaps some non-magical people had magic inside them, not enough to use but enough for the Eye.
But they didn't stop the attack. It was far better some tragic deaths than another Voldemort. The atrocities of the war were still fresh in the minds of the survivors.
When Buckingham Palace was blown up, and with it, the royal family, the panic spread through the country. The communications with the rest of the world were cut down and the martial law imposed. But they didn't stop it. Or perhaps they couldn't.
And here she was, the less magic person in the whole city. Two months... Two whole months without seeing another human life. But the Eye... She had seen the Eye blow up a stupid dog, yesterday. A dirty, full of fleas, disgusting bulldog, like the ones Marge used to raise.
She, who was the sister of a powerful witch, aunt of "The Stupid Boy Wonder Who Died Too Soon", grand-mum of a little sweet gifted child, was one of the less magical beings of the whole country! She waited, and waited, but the Eye skipped her, day after day.
And there she was, looking down the brown waters of the Thames, sick of waiting, sick of living this horrid reality. The hell was sure a better place.
Without a hint of remorse or doubt, with the cold calm of a defeated woman, Petunia closed her eyes and jumped.