Destruction of a Memory
The sky above Little Hangleton was slowly darkening. The frightened villagers
had remained inside for the day, fearing the black clouds were a sign of a storm to come.
They failed to notice a peculiar young man, cloaked in black. He strolled down the streets
as if he was not afraid of the threatening storm above him. There was something different
about this man though, for he was not a normal young man. His eyes had a strange glow,
and painted on his face was a malevolent grin, though now draped in shadow by his dark
long hair. He slowly made his way towards the largest house in the village. It was a
handsome mansion, cloaked in vines, and set on a hill. Though the fact that the gate was
locked and closed made no difference to this man. He simply walked right through as if
by magic, not even flinching as the metal spikes pierced his spine.
The man lifted his gaze into the ominous heavens releasing a tangle of words into
the sky echoing as a low hiss. A bolt of lightning flashed across the black sea above,
illuminating the shadows below. Now the young man was not alone, for an enormous
serpent had suddenly appeared next to him He now looked weak and powerless in its
presence yet he seemed to have control over the monstrous beast, for it followed him to
the hilltop where the stone house stood, slithering and hissing. The man peered through
the glass of a window and saw a couple and their son eating dinner. The house was very
elegant inside, paintings lined the clean white walls, and a golden chandelier hung from
the high ceiling. It was difficult to tell if this scene brought pain to this man or pleasure,
for his facial muscles contorted to form both a grin and a frown. Whatever his feelings
were, they were wiped off at once as his usual indifferent expression masked him once
more. He hissed to the beast, which once again obeyed him and approached the house,
towering above its wooden rooftop. The young man then drew a curious tool from his
cloak. It appeared to be a thin, long, black piece of wood, though it was polished and
glinted in the light. He muttered something under his breath and the front door creaked
open silently. The monstrous serpent slithered within, and in moments three screams
filled the night sky, along with the vicious cackle of the man. So began the terror of Lord
Voldemort.
The sky above Little Hangleton was slowly darkening. The frightened villagers
had remained inside for the day, fearing the black clouds were a sign of a storm to come.
They failed to notice a peculiar young man, cloaked in black. He strolled down the streets
as if he was not afraid of the threatening storm above him. There was something different
about this man though, for he was not a normal young man. His eyes had a strange glow,
and painted on his face was a malevolent grin, though now draped in shadow by his dark
long hair. He slowly made his way towards the largest house in the village. It was a
handsome mansion, cloaked in vines, and set on a hill. Though the fact that the gate was
locked and closed made no difference to this man. He simply walked right through as if
by magic, not even flinching as the metal spikes pierced his spine.
The man lifted his gaze into the ominous heavens releasing a tangle of words into
the sky echoing as a low hiss. A bolt of lightning flashed across the black sea above,
illuminating the shadows below. Now the young man was not alone, for an enormous
serpent had suddenly appeared next to him He now looked weak and powerless in its
presence yet he seemed to have control over the monstrous beast, for it followed him to
the hilltop where the stone house stood, slithering and hissing. The man peered through
the glass of a window and saw a couple and their son eating dinner. The house was very
elegant inside, paintings lined the clean white walls, and a golden chandelier hung from
the high ceiling. It was difficult to tell if this scene brought pain to this man or pleasure,
for his facial muscles contorted to form both a grin and a frown. Whatever his feelings
were, they were wiped off at once as his usual indifferent expression masked him once
more. He hissed to the beast, which once again obeyed him and approached the house,
towering above its wooden rooftop. The young man then drew a curious tool from his
cloak. It appeared to be a thin, long, black piece of wood, though it was polished and
glinted in the light. He muttered something under his breath and the front door creaked
open silently. The monstrous serpent slithered within, and in moments three screams
filled the night sky, along with the vicious cackle of the man. So began the terror of Lord
Voldemort.