Thunder clattered up above the quiet desolate house. A dark figure apparated in front of the partly destroyed home. The cloak that he wore snapped against his ankles as he walked into the doorway, which was unhooked from where a door once stood. He examined the condition of the place, and kept walking to the stair case. Glass broken, books torn apart in an unnatural way, furniture broke apart into many pieces. He started to walk again and saw a corpse petrified where he had fallen on the stairs.
He continues to walk until he gets to the hallway were some parts of the wall were completely blown apart leaving pieces thrown across the area. He slowly walks into the room at the end hall. He gasps and fell to the ground in agony of what he saw. The woman was dead and fallen to the ground right in front of the crib, which a small baby was held in. He picks up the woman and in angst holds her to his chest and cries out in pain. The baby in the crib was looking at his mother and crying as the man holds and cries also.
The man realizes he must go. He looks at the baby who still cries at the sight of what happened.
He has his mother's eyes…..
The man picked up the baby and leaves.