AN: Alright, just letting you guys know that this is my first time posting a fic, so I'm really not familiar with how any of this works. That being the case, sorry for any mistakes in this.
Disclaimer: As much as I would love to, I don't own Harry Potter, and I never will.
Prologue:
Blood.
That was the first thing that his mind registered. The crimson liquid stained the drapes, seeping through the once glossy hardwood floors. Its thick metallic smell invaded every inch of the house, the thick smell of decay wrapping its fingers around his throat until he was choking, and all that his gasping could bring was that sickening scent.
Scattered through the rooms of the now deserted residence were scraps of what could have been furniture. Or was it a toy? From the splinters, it was rather difficult to tell. The wood groaned under his feet as he traced the familiar path through the old house. On some level, his mind whispered that the blood must have been someone's, if not his, and belatedly, he wondered where his parents had gone. Shock, however, kept these thoughts at bay.
Long pale fingers traced the wallpaper that lined the hallways, stumbling over the occasional gashes and holes, and other signs of struggle. Finally, he rounded the corner into what had been his parent's room…
And screamed.
So that's pretty much the start, which I'm hoping wasn't too bad... Please review, I need all the help I can get. Any constructive critisism is more than appreciated. Thanks!