Hello again everybody. Inspiration struck again when I heard another song. Last Kiss by Pearl Jam. It will have side stories I hope. Let's see how it goes.
If anyone reading this doesn't know this song, you should listen to it.
I'm aiming for more reviews this time around. I had over two thousand hits on my first story but only four reviews. Talk about getting put in a depressing writers block.
Anyways enjoy and love to everyone here.
P.S. DISCLAIMER!! This is a JK Rowling's book. I partially own the story line, Pearl Jam helped.
Where, oh where, can my baby be? The lord took her away from me.
She's gone to heaven, so I've got to be good.
So I can see my baby when I leave this world.
The night was dark, ominous. No stars winked down, the moon was hiding behind its shadow. It concealed the dark robes and colorless masks. Five hooded figures circled the muggle's house. One pulled his wand from his sleeve and hissed "Magnus Incendio."
Instantly the side of the house caught fire. It was more than a few seconds when a piercing shrill filled the nighttime air. Another figure hissed out another spell.
"Locale Silentium. Celo Apparenza."
Lights began turning on the top level of the home and shouts could be heard. Light soon spilled out on the lawn as the door was opened and a woman in pajamas and a man in boxers came running out.
"Alan, call the fire department!" She shrieked at the man while staring at the house in horror.
"I am." His fingers were trembling as he tried to push the numbers.
"Accio Cell phone."
The phone was ripped out of his hand and towards one of the cloaked figures. He stared in fright as he caught a glimpse of the bone white mask. "No..." he whispered. He launched himself at the tall man and was stopped short.
"Crucio."
He fell to the ground screaming in pain, sending shivers of pleasure down all five Death Eaters. The woman screamed with her husband in fright. Another woman's voice came into the air.
"Diffindo."
Her screams of fright turned into one of pain and a gasp escaped her lips as her as her forearm left her body and she collapsed.
"Muggles are so very weak." Another woman commented as she toed the woman on the ground. "Rennervate."
The woman arched of the ground in pain next to her husband still twitching in pain.
"Allan and Tammy Granger. Parents of a mudblood said to be the most powerful witch of her age. It's almost a pity. So unorthodox too, attacking barehanded." The leader sneered down at them.
One of them Death Eaters looked up suddenly. "Damn. The wards went off. We have to get out of here."
The man looked behind him at the house. It was completely engulfed in flames. "Took them long enough." He looked down at the couple at his feet. "Kill them." He said in a cold voice.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Four beams of green came at them. It was the last thing their pain filled eyes saw.
Hermione stumbled away from Remus when he apparated to her house. She stared at her home in shocked. Brilliant orange and red flames had demolished the house down to pieces of burnt wood. She barely noticed none of the neighbors were around nor were there any police or fire trucks.
Her gaze and attention fell to her parents that were lying on the ground. She ran over to them and lowered herself to the ground. Their eyes staring up into nothing. Sobs started to rise up from her. Tears trickled down from her eyes as she lifted her head up and screamed at the black sky. She fell forward onto her dad's still chest and cried.
She didn't hear two sets of feet walk up to her. She didn't fight when someone wrapped their arms around her, pulling her form against their body. She didn't hear the other person keeping everyone from her, or the horrible news they brought with them also.
At Pivet Dr., Harry arrived to the same scene with different emotions. The house was burnt to a crisp and his Aunt, Uncle and Cousin were dead on the lawn. He was not overcome with grief as his friend was at the moment, only sadness.
He watched as the order put out the remaining flames. He looked on as his remaining family was covered with sheets and taken away.
A hand came to rest on his shoulder. He looked next to him to see his friend he had made a year ago. Nothing was said between them as they watched the scene wrap itself up. The same hand squeezed his shoulder.
"Come on. We have another grieving friend."
So there we are. My beautiful piece of work. (snorts) Really at times I love insomnia, but other times it kinda sucks. Nothing on TV.
Please, please, please, review. I'll write back and maybe check out your own stories. Help my self esteem.
ENJOY YOUR FRIDAY!! MAKE THE NIGHT EVEN BETTER.
LUV, Jeans
Translations:
Locale Silentium: Latin: silence local (i.e. neighborhood)
Celo Apparenza: Latin: conceal Italian: appearance
Magnus Incendio: Latin: large : spell for producing fire, from JK Rowling
