Privet Drive was unusually quiet for a warm summers evening. Everyone was copped up inside avoiding the heat. The Identical neat square houses all with usually well cut green lawns but now fray browning lawns, for the water supply had to be cut, except number 4, the Dursleys believed in better and had their sprinklers on in the middle of the night.
It was late that night when a teenage boy was sprinting through the back alleys of surrey. Tonight he found himself out late and quite lost, running full out down a long alley, a pale light was chasing after him. Sweat streamed across his brow and dripped from his pale chin, his green eyes wide and racing to find a safe sanctuary to cower under until the danger had passed. He stormed passed the occasional weely bin and tripped over the rubbish dumped by one of the houses nearby falling onto to his knee breathing rapidly he jumped up into a sprint start not even glancing at the blood pouring from his ripped trousers. He knew there would be no time to stop. After sprinting down an alley that seemed to last forever he came to a sharp junction not knowing which way to go he stopped. In the few seconds of being stood still the light burst into him, like he was a magnet. The light vibrated off his skin while He stared into space his eyes now bright vibrant yellow, stunned. He stood arms stretched to the side, the light blistering him. He cried out. Then all was over. He tore out in agony and collapsed to the grey concrete. He twitched as the pain burned through his shoulder and across to his heart. Abruptly the pain stopped and the streetlamp became swiftly fainter till all was nothing.