The wind blowing was the only sound that could be heard. Though in danger a Dark Man ran down the street hoping hoping the He could get there in time. He looked up as he neared the house. Then silence was there, the menacing trees stilled an owl hoot far away.
A heart-wrenching scream split the air suddenly. The Man cursed he was almost there he Had to make it. Swiftly gliding up to a certain home he blasted the door open, the blast hidden in the sounds of the screams that emitted from the second floor. He listened carefully to hear any other sounds, He heard the sound of four hearts beating, two racing and two in excitement. In the sudden silence the Man creeped up the stairs as to not tell the fat man, He knew lived there, of his presence.
He opened the padlocked door in disgust, inwardly raging at the inferior muggle. He sneered at the man the unaware of his presence was pounding into an Innocents' body. A flash of green light and it was over. The broken child lay there staring unseeingly at the ceiling. A sob wrenched out of the Mans body, unheard, by the boy.
The man walked forward covering the boy in a clean blanket conjured of nothing. "Accio Harry Potter's things",the Man intoned. Hidden objects crashed through the house coming to a stop before Him. The crash awakening the other occupants of the house. At first a small tapping such as one rapping came a sounding as a thin horse like woman came to stop at the door, stopping in horror, then a screeched, "Vernon!". She looked towards the shadowed man and spat, "W-w-what did you do, y-y-you freak!" "Nothing he didn't deserve you filthy muggle, Avada Kedavera." Staring down at the woman in spite he was distracted by the shaking house as something stomped down the hall. Stopping right before the cooling body of his mother. The man ended the encounter before it even began a flash of green once more filling the room.
He turned away from the filthy muggles to star once more at the Boy-Who-Lived. He shrank his belongings and stashed them in his pocket with one more look around he noticed a snowy owl staring at him in what seemed oddly enough like gratitude and respect. Freeing the owl into the night sky, he looked toward his charge and gathering the small boy disappeared in a flash of fire that quickly spread through the house, second before popping was heard though the street as a group of people stared in horror unaware that miles away a old man was smirking,thinking his hero was dead.
The man looked toward the boy asleep in his bed hours after being checked by the over protective healers. Looking out the window he wondered how his charge was going to take to his presence. A small stirring from the corner of his eye made him turn around stare at the Boy-Who-Was-Betrayed wake. The overly small boy woke with a start and looked around in confusion and apprehension. After a few minutes of this the man coughed bring the attention to him. Harry looked at him, then recognizing him gasped.
"Professor Snape?"
Should I continue or Not?