A/U : OK, everybody. Here's the next chapter. Sorry it took so long, but I had a few homeworks to take care of first. And also a minor writers block…sigh Anyways, enjoy.

Disclaimer : I do NOT own Harry Potter, even tough I wish I did. I do own Marlon, Ruth, the house and the car though…

-11th August, Thursday, 1988-

27 days
27 days, 648 hours, 388880 minutes or 2332800 seconds.
That's how long ago since he last saw the sun.
Green eyes blinked tiredly, and a yawn escaped him.
His mother and father had thrown him into his room with a few bottles of water and a few apples, before leaving him.
In the dark.
Alone.
His left wrist was once again shackled to the bed, leaving him hardly any possibility to move.
His hair was greasy, and his stomach growling at the thought of food.
The apples had since long disappeared.
He froze as he heard the front door open and close.

Footsteps.
His door slowly opened, and he glanced up at his father.
"Sorry, son. We had…Some business to attend."
A glare.
"Alright, alright. Don't look so grumpy. It's not like if this has never happened before!"
Another glare.
"Shut up."
The tall man released his son from the metal, and the boy rubbed his tender wrist.
"What's mom making for dinner? I'm starving."
"We'll have to make our own meals from now on. Your mother and I had a…disagreement."
Marvin raised one eyebrow.
"Where is she?"
"She's out in the car…In the trunk."
Green eyes widened, as yellow ones looked away.
Marvin shakily stood up and made his way through the house.

Opening the door, he took a few steps back, shielding his eyes from the strong sunlight.
After a few moments, when he could see clearly again, his eyes settled on the dark blue, slightly rusty ford.
He slowly walked towards it.
The birds seemed to stop singing, as if feeling the tension in the air.
Tension that was choking him.
Slowly opening the trunk, he caught sight of a lumpy blanket.
The smell that came from it was almost making him faint, and he had a sudden urge to throw up.
Flies buzzed next to his ears, trying to get to the thing under the blanket.
A shaking hand slowly reached towards it, and pulled it to the side.
Blood. So much blood. Blue eyes wide open in fright. Flies eating away at rotten flesh. Brown locks drenched in blood…So much blood.
He turned around to run, to escape from the horror in the trunk of the car, but instead he ran head first into his father.As he was about to pull away, his fathers arms stopped him, and pulled him close.
"It's going to be alright. She was going to go to the cops. Do you know what would have happened if I wouldn't have stopped her? She would have gone to a mental hospital, I would have been sent to jail, and you would be forced to live in an orphanage. We're better of without her."
Marvin shook his head furiously.
"No, no, no." He whimpered.
"Listen to me!" Malon knelt down to Marvin's height and looked him in the eyes.
"She was going to ruin our family. She was going to destroy us. I had to do it!"
"No! She wouldn't do that! Mom wouldn't…"
He was silenced as his father shook him violently.
"You aren't listening! I did what I had to do! I always make the right decision! I'm always right, you hear me boy?"
Marvin's protests soon turned into tears, and he nodded.
"You're always right. Always right..." He repeated, and Marlon lifted him up.
Throwing one last glance at his dead lover, he closed the trunk, and then walked inside.
He'd bury her in the morning.
In the morning, she would be gone.

-The Same day, Godrics Hollow-

Lily leaned against the counter, cleaning her hands with a blue kitchen towel.
The rays of sun that found their way through the window, made her emerald green eyes glitter.
Laughter and the barking of a dog made her to look outside, and her eyes settled on two red-haired girls, running around on the lawn. Chasing them was a big, black dog.
Her husband, James, laughed and cheered on his friend, but as the girls started to chase the dog instead, James immediately turned on the dog.
After a few moments, the dog turned into Sirius, and he managed to force James to chase the girls with him.
Lily sighed, and looked around the kitchen. She might as well clean Jasmine and Rosie's rooms while she had the chance.
She grabbed her wand, and made her way upstairs, while tying her hair back into a bun.

As she passed one of the doors, she stopped.
Slowly she turned her eyes towards it, and she bit her lip.
'Harry's Room' it stood in black letters on a golden sign, which was hanging on the door.
In four years, the room had never been touched.
The door had never been opened.
Four years.
Four long, hard, painful years had gone by.
And not a word.
Not from either Fudge, or the people who had promised to contact them if they ever saw a little boy with messy, black hair and big green eyes.
She immediately turned, and rushed towards the master bedroom.
She threw herself down in front of a chest of drawers, and pulled out a box from underneath it.
Opening it, she gently lifted up a pair of round, black glasses for a child.
Harry had worn them all the time, before she had managed to find a spell for children with bad eyesight. After that, he had only worn them when he was reading.
Lily sobbed, and let her tears fall down her cheeks, as she held the glasses to her chest.
She wanted her baby back.