Prologue:
There are two silver stars on the top of a hill. The fresh silver paint on the tombstone almost shined on that forlorn afternoon as a small group of black-clad people, gathered in remembrance of the lives of two people. Two innocents killed by an insane conqueror's minions. One family's lives torn apart in death. Two extraordinary people with an extraordinary death because even though the two died, their young son lived. A love was placed on the son by the mother so strong that the son cheated death. This caused the killer's powers to weaken enough that he could temporarily do nothing except run away.
If you look at the crosses up close you will see two names and two dates. The gold letters read.
Alice Longbottom
1973- 1991
Frank Longbottom
1972- 1991
Under each name and date the phrase.
Their sacrifice inspired freedom, and their death will be remembered forever.
As the rain started to pour, a man with unruly black hair and brown eyes, glanced around at the people at the funeral. Only the Longbottoms' closest friends and family were allowed to come to the private funeral. The man with the black hair hung his head and thought to himself, "When will it end?" The man looked down at his wife, her green eyes now getting pink and black tears rippling down her face from her mascara. She hung her head, allowing her cinnamon hair to fall into her face.
Then the man averted his eyes from his wife to his young son, who was so new in the world that he had no idea of the atrocities in the outside world. The man was glad that his son, Harry they had named him, would never have to live through the horrors of the world as it was then. Never.
Slowly, but surely the gathering dispersed, each of them saying a few words before they left. As his wife turned to leave he wrapped his arm around her.
" I'm so sorry Lily," the man told his wife, "I wish we could have helped them."
" I just can't believe they're gone James."
"Another reason why the Dark Lord deserves to fall. How many others are we going to lose?"
And with that the Potter family walked away, trying to think about anything else but the fact that yet another family was destroyed because of the Dark Lord.
There are two silver stars on the top of a hill. The fresh silver paint on the tombstone almost shined on that forlorn afternoon as a small group of black-clad people, gathered in remembrance of the lives of two people. Two innocents killed by an insane conqueror's minions. One family's lives torn apart in death. Two extraordinary people with an extraordinary death because even though the two died, their young son lived. A love was placed on the son by the mother so strong that the son cheated death. This caused the killer's powers to weaken enough that he could temporarily do nothing except run away.
If you look at the crosses up close you will see two names and two dates. The gold letters read.
Alice Longbottom
1973- 1991
Frank Longbottom
1972- 1991
Under each name and date the phrase.
Their sacrifice inspired freedom, and their death will be remembered forever.
As the rain started to pour, a man with unruly black hair and brown eyes, glanced around at the people at the funeral. Only the Longbottoms' closest friends and family were allowed to come to the private funeral. The man with the black hair hung his head and thought to himself, "When will it end?" The man looked down at his wife, her green eyes now getting pink and black tears rippling down her face from her mascara. She hung her head, allowing her cinnamon hair to fall into her face.
Then the man averted his eyes from his wife to his young son, who was so new in the world that he had no idea of the atrocities in the outside world. The man was glad that his son, Harry they had named him, would never have to live through the horrors of the world as it was then. Never.
Slowly, but surely the gathering dispersed, each of them saying a few words before they left. As his wife turned to leave he wrapped his arm around her.
" I'm so sorry Lily," the man told his wife, "I wish we could have helped them."
" I just can't believe they're gone James."
"Another reason why the Dark Lord deserves to fall. How many others are we going to lose?"
And with that the Potter family walked away, trying to think about anything else but the fact that yet another family was destroyed because of the Dark Lord.