English fog rolled thickly over the deserted streets of Godric Hallow as the figure almost magically appeared, his black cape billowing in the wind and scrapping the cobblestone street with a 'swoosh'. He stopped in the middle of a seemingly empty lot. Reaching into the folds of cloth the figure pulled out a strange device and placed it on the ground.
Immediately it started to spin around and around backwards. The tiny hourglass spun within its metal confines. With a flash of light everything started to change. A large man drove into a pile of debris backwards on a flying Harley Davidson with a small baby tucked in his arms. Strangely the figure stepped behind some wreckage only for a stocky youth to run backwards from the mess to his motorcycle and fly away in the oddest way. A flash of green light and the rubble began to pull itself together like a demented puzzle and formed a cottage.
The figure stepped into the house and watched as a man tried desperately to climb the steps of the house backwards only for there to be another flash that pulled him towards a large serpent faced man. The man stepped out of house and then a red haired woman made her way downstairs like in a video played backwards her baby in her arms.
He stood watching as time slipped further and further away. Watching as lamps were thrown and faces slapped. Angry words were shouted and doors were slammed on a regular basis.
Suddenly He thrust his hand out and watched as the two of the people brought in the small baby, which appeared to be for the first time. He noted that the couple looked completely in love with the baby but eventually a vicious violent battle erupted and they where throwing each other into furniture.
Spinning his right wrist clockwise the time sped forward to a presumably peaceful setting. The man was sitting watching a muggle television when the woman stormed out of the kitchen throwing plates on the ground. Eventually this to became a brawl.
Once again the time sped up and he watched as over and over again police were called to settle domestic cases. Sometimes she was beaten others it was he.
Finally the figure fell to his knees and picked up the machine and held it high above his head and mercilessly crashed it into the floor. The metal broke into a thousand tiny shards of glass and when the dust cleared he was once again standing in the middle of an abandoned lot. He stepped forward to the signs posted in front of the grounds "Godric Hallow has seen much tragedy but not none so harsh and the tale of the Potters."
Placing his hand on the bench it glew bright red and exploded.
The figure pulled back his hood and looked up at the full moon.
"Happy Birthday to me." He mumbled and stepped once again into the fog.
Harry Potter was never seen again.
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Craptacular for the moment let me know what you think.
~Pegasia Silverfeather~
Immediately it started to spin around and around backwards. The tiny hourglass spun within its metal confines. With a flash of light everything started to change. A large man drove into a pile of debris backwards on a flying Harley Davidson with a small baby tucked in his arms. Strangely the figure stepped behind some wreckage only for a stocky youth to run backwards from the mess to his motorcycle and fly away in the oddest way. A flash of green light and the rubble began to pull itself together like a demented puzzle and formed a cottage.
The figure stepped into the house and watched as a man tried desperately to climb the steps of the house backwards only for there to be another flash that pulled him towards a large serpent faced man. The man stepped out of house and then a red haired woman made her way downstairs like in a video played backwards her baby in her arms.
He stood watching as time slipped further and further away. Watching as lamps were thrown and faces slapped. Angry words were shouted and doors were slammed on a regular basis.
Suddenly He thrust his hand out and watched as the two of the people brought in the small baby, which appeared to be for the first time. He noted that the couple looked completely in love with the baby but eventually a vicious violent battle erupted and they where throwing each other into furniture.
Spinning his right wrist clockwise the time sped forward to a presumably peaceful setting. The man was sitting watching a muggle television when the woman stormed out of the kitchen throwing plates on the ground. Eventually this to became a brawl.
Once again the time sped up and he watched as over and over again police were called to settle domestic cases. Sometimes she was beaten others it was he.
Finally the figure fell to his knees and picked up the machine and held it high above his head and mercilessly crashed it into the floor. The metal broke into a thousand tiny shards of glass and when the dust cleared he was once again standing in the middle of an abandoned lot. He stepped forward to the signs posted in front of the grounds "Godric Hallow has seen much tragedy but not none so harsh and the tale of the Potters."
Placing his hand on the bench it glew bright red and exploded.
The figure pulled back his hood and looked up at the full moon.
"Happy Birthday to me." He mumbled and stepped once again into the fog.
Harry Potter was never seen again.
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Craptacular for the moment let me know what you think.
~Pegasia Silverfeather~