Before I start this story I'd like to tell everyone I DON'T have auto correct on this computer. So if there are any mistakes just tell me and I'll see what I can do.
I don't own the Harry Potter series sadly. Only my OCs.
On with the story!
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Darkness. Silence. Blood...
Those were the first things I note when I wake up. By the time my eyes adjust to the dim lighting there was a man in front of me. Pitch black, greasy looking hair, dark, almost black, stormy grey eyes filled with tears. Looking at what, more like who, he was holding in his hands I see a beautiful woman.
This woman had bright fiery red curly hair. She laid lifeless in the black cloaked mans' arms. Tears streaming down his cheeks he looks up, spotting me huddled in the corner of the destroyed room, which I had just relived. The man puts the woman back on the ground, striding over to me.
For some odd reason, I was not scared of him. When he is in front of me I hear a sob. In the crib, in the middle of the room, is a little boy with a lightning bolt on his forehead.
Standing up from my passion, I walk over to the young boy no older than one. The man walks behind me. Not knowing who ether of them are I stop in front of the boy. His small sobs stop when he looks into my eyes.
Don't get me wrong, I want to know who they are.. I just can't seem to remember..
Turning around I look at the tall man. Since he has not tried to hurt me I decide I can trust him. Lifting my arms up I look at him expectantly. At first he seems to be taken aback at my jester, but soon lifts me up.
Putting me right in front of his skinny, pale face we have a short staring contest until there is movement from down stairs. For some unknown reason I get scared. Shaking in the mans hands, he pulls me closer into him so I'm leaning on his chest.
"Shhh," He whispers "I wont let anyone hurt you.." I the last thing I hear before taken back into the darkness I had shortly just awoken from..