It was a bleak day in Godric hollow, although that isn't saying much as it has been a bleak 5 years for the entire wizarding world. The heavens opened up with a flash of light and a crack of thunder that tremored the war torn world below. The turbulent wind whipped at the trees, threating to uproot the ancient forest that surrounded the small town.
If any of the occupants where to look out of there windows they would see a peculiar siloet of a man, towering over the small untended grave stones. In the darkness no features could be identified but all who dared to let their gaze linger for more than a glace could tell he was waiting, waiting for something big and specular to happen.
He stood as still as the statues surrounding him and mourned in silence but he didn't come here to just mourn he came here to finish the spell. He came back to where it all started 29 long years ago. Back when people still held hope in their hearts. It was hard to think back. To remember all that once was and what could have been. All his mistakes. He blamed himself for the deaths of his friends, family, acquaintances that didn't deserve to die.
He had of coursed tried, he tried so so hard but in the end he still failed, oh he fulfilled that dammed prophecies that had been haunting his steps since birth, he had murdered Tom 4 years after the battle of Hogwarts but had lost his best friends. Though he didn't think he could still class Ron and Hermione as friends. After their deaths he soon learnt that Dumbledore had PAID them to befriend him and spy on him. His own friends. That had been hard to swallow but he didn't have the heart to hate or despise them, after all they were just children they couldn't stand against Dumbledore's manipulations and false identity of a kind old man just looking out for an orphan young boy. He scoffed at his own foolishness of believing in that façade, oh how Snape was right about him; he really was an ignorant little boy but not anymore. Gone was the childish look and innocent gleam in his eye, gone was his ignorance and belief in humanity, all has been replaced by a man who has faced too much in too short of time. They called him the black shadow; a man who moved silently with each and every step carefully calculated. He was a warrior who had been trained by the best to be the best. And this was his chance. This was HIS moment. The time was fast approaching where he would either lead the world into destruction or peace and he did something he hadn't done for years, he silently prayed this would work, it had to. It was his last chance to clear his conscience and bring back those who are long gone.
His black wrist watched started to beep, the full moon was at it's highest and Harry James Potter began his last spell he would make in this time.
In the distance shouts and voices could be heard but he blocked it all out, he was good at that now, blocking out the screams of terror that soon occurred if he stayed too long. They were here quicker than he had anticipated but that all right they can get to witness the last act of the shadow in this time.
Grimacing in pain he carried on with the long chat he had memorised and cutinised for 3 years. He raised his wand and shouted the last words before collapsed in pain and darkness finally welcomed him.