He got home late, as usual, instead of sitting on the couch with their three daughters waiting up for him, the house was empty. No note, no owl, no nothing. Until he chanced upon the spare room, the doors uncharacteristically open frowning he pushed it open further, nervously stepping through the door. Instantly he regretted it. His wife lay upon the bed, eyes wide open, blood staining the white cover. Only one of his daughters was in this particular room, splayed on the floor, killed by what appeared to be the killing curse. A man sat in a chair, polishing a knife "well, finally we meet." He hissed "w-who are you?" stuttered the man, his eyes wide open, his heart beating franticly "Your daughters are smart, the oldest here" the other man paused kicking the dead child, who could have only been about fifteen. "Sacrificed herself to let the other two escape" he sneered. "Sadly, she couldn't save daddy, could she?" backing away, the man fumbled for his wand "now, now, you can fight back, it's the rules of murder" he hissed "AVADA KERDAVA" the man was dead before he hit the floor.
Twenty five year old Harry Potter sat at his desk, his face in his hands, this was the fifth murder like this month alone and nobody could find out what the murderer had done to those other two girls. God, one was about his son James's age. The other was between ten and eleven, and they were out there. An owl tapped on his window but he ignored it. The tapping continued and he turned, frowning at the window. Instead of an owl, a dirty face peered back at him. His mouth fell open. He tore the window up and ushered the child in "where have you been?" he asked, noticing the bundle in her arms, stirring slightly "It's t-t-taken some time to get here" she stuttered "You think?" "I'm T-t-Talia and this is Rose..." she was shaking "I'm t-t-ten and she's almost one and our family is dead" Harry stared at her in amazement of all the places a ten year old could run to, she came to the person who was in charge of her case. "Er...I think you should come home with me, my wife..." his voice trailed off as the girl hugged him, she reminded him alarmingly of Dobby. "He came from nowhere" she sobbed "stabbed my mum and killed my sister. I ran"
