I. Gone
Amaris didn't know what exactly led her to Godric's Hollow this night. Yet the wind had been howling painful wails of agony this night, the raindrops sounding as though some angry god was beating his fist down on the earth's crest. The sky was riddled with bright scars of lightning; the bright light ran through the stormy firmament as veins.
The sounds were pushing her, almost shoving her here. Though when she had left the Department of Mysteries to return home, she had apparited here instead. The place screamed of broken magic, its cries rang piercingly through her mind, begging her to alleviate the pain. She saw.
The house was in ruins, utterly destroyed. She walked through the wreckage, surveying the once beautiful house. It look like it had imploded, and by the sound of it, from magical combustion of some sort. The place was practically charged with the humming of magic.
She levitated two the demolished second floor where the call of magic was the loudest. Amaris tilted her head at the most curious sight she that was displayed. It looked as though nothing short of a muggle nuke had erupted and ashes littered the room. Though, the most surprising image took shape in the form of a little boy that couldn't have been older than two sprawled in the middle of the room looking dead.
He was drenched in the sound of trilling birds and hissing snakes, truly his magic was deeply disturbed. Amaris didn't protest as she heard the whispers of the wind prod her forward.
Harry James Potter
She nodded as the boy's magic cocooned them, and disapparited them both.