Laughter fills the room,
as the little boy stops
and crawls onto his mother's lap.
The forever frosting windows
seem apparent,
as the day is drawing to a close.
The scene outside is tranquil,
as candles flicker on graves
whilst the sharp air
cuts through the night.
People walk back, wrapping their coats closer
after praying, for the departed.
The pub quickly fills
when stars adorn the sky.
They are all oblivious,
when the sound and stench of death
concentrates in the air.
He strides with purpose.
Knowing clearly his next victim,
Who he must kill to protect himself.
The young man
with wild, jet black hair and glasses,
notices the change in the air.
He tells his wife to
take Harry and run.
He kisses his wife as she runs up the stairs,
red hair flying as she clutches her son,
who looks so much like his father.
He hopes they live,
as he stands ready at the stairs.
No wand to protect him,
only the love for his wife and child.
He knows his end is nearing,
as the footsteps get closer
his thoughts get clearer.
His son will grow up,
loved by his wife
who will live longer than a mere 21 years,
surrounded by his loving friends.
He thinks of her with Harry on her lap
With the radiant smile of hers on her face beaming with happiness.
His last thoughts are that they will live.
Even if he will not.
When the door was opened
he could not act quickly enough.
As with the flick of a wand
and a burst of green light
his strings had been cut.
The tall man striding over him
where he lay,
at peace,
as he thought they would be safe.
She looked into her sons eyes
that were the same colour
as her own,
Both of which tears were beginning to flow.
She knew he would be loved
and looked after.
She knew they would be forever
remembered,
whatever the outcome.
She hoped her sister
would forgive her,
for leaving so young.
When she heard
him fall to the ground,
her chest painfully ached.
As she told her son
mummy loves you daddy loves you.
As he got nearer, she told him that
you are safe, you are loved.
As he walked into the room
he looked mercilessly
at them in disgust.
He ordered her to stand aside.
She refused and her feet were rooted to the ground
She pleaded,
Begged
for him to stop,
to go.
She only stopped
when she crumpled to the floor.
The little boy stopped crying,
and froze
when he saw
his mother
lying still
on the floor.
The relentless crying
started again,
when he looked up
into the man's red eyes .
They were pitiless,
unmoving,
no emotion
behind them
as the green light
burst from his wand.
Fear danced in his eyes
as the green light
lit up the room .
The emerald green eyes
looked at him curiously
as he lay
in a heap,
on the floor.
The hippogriffs above him
swung in the air ,
as the boy was left,
waiting patiently
for someone
to save him,
with his tears
running down his face,
and a
lightning
scar
on
his
forehead.