He stood glaring at the house, the house that had caused him so much pain, the house that had caused him so much trouble, the house and the people in it. Oh well he decided, better get it over with now. He burst through the door and heard screams for Lilly to run and take the child. He killed the man with remorse, he hadn't wanted to kill him but he stood in the way. He almost felt sorry for the boy, almost. He followed the woman with the boy and cornered them. The woman begged him to take her and spare her child, if that's the way she wanted it. He killed her. Foolish woman, the boy was the whole reason he had come, the only reason his parents were now dead. He shot at the boy but the spell didn't work, it bounced back at him. For the split second when he waited for the jolt he felt an evil that he didn't know, an almost scared evil. S soon as it hit him he felt peace, a calm, cooling peace. He drifted away but chanced on last look at the house. The boy sat their, not even crying, but then he glimpsed two pairs of adult hands reaching toward the sky. No, he told himself, no, I killed them.