It Was Raining
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Summary: Just a scene during Voldemort's visit to the Potter's house.
His eyes were green, so green.
They were full of life and emotion.
Voldemort's mouth was an indifferent line as he pointed his yew wand at the child.
"Avada Kedavra."
There was a whiteness he couldn't understand and a pain that he could not gauge as it tore through his flesh, ripping skin and sinew and muscle.
He witnessed his body disintegrate before his vermillion eyes.
He screamed until his voice box broke, splintering his throat in the process.
He was howling; he was weeping so loudly.
The noise pulsed inside his head, he could feel it picking his brain and tapping through his eardrums.
He wanted it to stop.
Why wouldn't it stop?
The whiteness was suffocating, the noise debilitating.
It hurt, everything burned.
He needed some type of relief, anything.
He tore his eyes away from the child and looked out the window.
Ah, yes, it was raining.