The missing piece

The cold wind blew harshly upon the peaks of the grassy hilltops. A lone house stood a top of one of the many peaks – almost undistinguishable against the darkening night sky. One would not have noticed the old, weather withered building if it were not for the dull light that emitted from one of its many windows.

No one would have realised that inside the house laid a young, wild-haired woman who was experiencing the painful yet precious process of childbirth, if it were not for the screams and screeches that sliced through the hushed silence of the night air.

On that specific night, upon the grassy hilltop, in the grand manor that was passed from Riddle to Riddle throughout the generations; no one heard the somewhat sinister crack that indicated the sudden appearance of a magical soul ripple through the area, not even those who inhabited the house (not that you could blame them due to their current situation).

The disturbed silence returned to its catatonic state once again as the wild woman gave a final push with sweat coated skin and a pain stricken face, she greeted a new life with welcome arms, holding the red faced babe in her arms with a new gleam in her eyes. This small, fragile, dependent being was her creation, half of her and half of the one who held her heart. Half of the man who sat next to her, hovering a hesitant hand over the babes cheek as if frightened that he will break it, whilst looking at said creation with an overwhelming amount of wonder and awe. This baby was the start of something new, the one thing that the man could love other than the Bella. Tom couldn't believe it, the vulnerable, tiny child that lay in its mother's arms, with dark kinked hair and piercing blue eyes, was the thing to melt his partially thawed heart: she was his final piece…