6th year after the 2nd down
fall of Voldemort.
Background: for the second time Voldemort was striped of his powers by one of the Deatheaters who wanted the fame, but in stead got sent to Azkaban for life. The Daily Prophet had a filed day with the story. They would not leave the ministry alone and for the first time in five years.
Prologue: It all started out as a good summer. The weather was not to bad just the normal hot temperatures and sometimes the small showers of rain. He was use to his father hitting him, but things had changed. His father was now taking all his anger out on him while his mother on the verge of losing her mind, sat crying out side the locked doors. He use to cry out or make some type of noise when he was slammed into things or had spells and curses thrown at him, but know he kept his eyes dead and made no sound. His life had changed in one day. He had always kept things to him self. He always had the happy mysterious aura around him, but now he said nothing at all. When he walked around the mansion he was as silent as the standing air. The servants and house elves hid from him and the air turned cold in his wake. His mother, Narcissa, healed some of there cuts and bruises, and if she couldn't since her 'husband' wouldn't let her learn them, she helped him cover them up. At night she would hold him and cry, rocking him back and forth, but he stared at the wall and didn't say anything and never moved. They were both broken here living in this place and they were unable to fix each other or them selves.
Background: for the second time Voldemort was striped of his powers by one of the Deatheaters who wanted the fame, but in stead got sent to Azkaban for life. The Daily Prophet had a filed day with the story. They would not leave the ministry alone and for the first time in five years.
Prologue: It all started out as a good summer. The weather was not to bad just the normal hot temperatures and sometimes the small showers of rain. He was use to his father hitting him, but things had changed. His father was now taking all his anger out on him while his mother on the verge of losing her mind, sat crying out side the locked doors. He use to cry out or make some type of noise when he was slammed into things or had spells and curses thrown at him, but know he kept his eyes dead and made no sound. His life had changed in one day. He had always kept things to him self. He always had the happy mysterious aura around him, but now he said nothing at all. When he walked around the mansion he was as silent as the standing air. The servants and house elves hid from him and the air turned cold in his wake. His mother, Narcissa, healed some of there cuts and bruises, and if she couldn't since her 'husband' wouldn't let her learn them, she helped him cover them up. At night she would hold him and cry, rocking him back and forth, but he stared at the wall and didn't say anything and never moved. They were both broken here living in this place and they were unable to fix each other or them selves.