I don't own HP, and please don't make me keep saying it—it's a very depressing fact.
.x. One Silent Night .x.
He walked away one silent night
And from the window she watched him go
His frame silhouetted against the light
His footsteps short and slow
The starry skies blinked down at her
The wind whispered to the trees
Singing songs about the way they were
And screaming, "Come back, please"
She took one last look and closed the door
Put her son off to sleep
Sank down onto the cold, hard floor
And then began to weep
Her son screamed into the night
As his mother tossed and turned
And she left him alone in his bewildered fright
Because his daddy would never return