"Leave him alone Tobias!" the tall, red-haired woman glared at her husband defiantly, "he hasn't done anything wrong!"
From his hiding place, the young boy watched the blood splatter the wall as his father struck her once, twice, three times until she crumpled to the floor. Looking around, the man scowled, his solid black eyes gleaming feverishly in his skull. "SEVERUS!" the man called out into the darkness, his voice a raspy shout, "SEVERUS! Where the hell are you, boy?! I know you're watching!! Come out here!!" When the boy failed to appear, he narrowed his eyes, "Fine! Watch this from your burrow, you little shit!!"
Pulling a gun from a pocket in his coat, the man fired once, twice, three times into his wife's body and then put a bullet in his own brain. After several moments, the boy crept out of his hiding space and looked around the room with hollowed eyes. "Mother?" he whispered, his voice coming out as a soft rasp, "Mother, are you all right?"
Slipping in a pool of blood, he fell over his mother's body and winced as he felt a pair of cool hands fall onto his shoulders. "Sir?" a voice said softly, "Sir…"
"Sir," the stewardess shook his shoulder, "sir, the plane's been back on the ground for over an hour, you have to get off the plane."
Blinking, he shook off the last remnants of the dream and looked around to find that the plane was completely empty except for him. Gathering his things, he stepped out of the plane and into the crowded hangar.
Everywhere around him, people were running around meeting each other and reminding him of why he hated airports. Seeing people purely happy to see each other, if only for one perfect moment, only served to remind him of how completely and utterly alone he was in the world.
Smoothing down his clothes, he quickened his pace and boarded the bus that would take him to his destination.