You Can Only Run For So Long…

It was dark as only it can be in the shadows of night. Dead silence as the hour of twilight crept upon the earth. The overcast sky blocked the struggling pathetic light from the stars, choking the light before it even pushed it's way through the thick dense substance. With no light, none at all the land saw evil. Oh the stories the dirt could tell if it had the proper equipment. The dirt told tales of death and destruction, but also tales of a promising new life. A gentle wind danced across the learned soil as a gleaming sinister shoe stepped onto it, out of the tall grass. Followed by another, the shoes were filled with a towering, deathly pale form. Determination etched onto the features of the man as the gleaming shoes reflected the newly found light. A strange artificially produced light that was intently focused onto the path of the shoes.

When the light moved up in a tantalizingly slow place, it met the faded brick of a wall. Oh no not just a wall, but building. A whole row of homely looking buildings. The edges lined with glittering panes of glass, advertising many different things. Sweeping slowly, the light found its destination. An undersized opening that reached to the tops of the buildings where it spread out. The shoes found their way to the opening, and without hesitation stepped between the brick walls. The poorly paved walk way made the shoes click softly stirring any small creature from its deep slumber and run the other way. The light guiding the man hit something in the looming darkness.

A swift movement and the something was now situated in the front of the man. The only sound made was a short intake of breath through the slit like nostrils on the now terrified features of the man. The red eyes met a pair of intense emerald irises, the red holding great fear. An expression that wasn't in the mans repertoire for obvious reasons suddenly made its way onto the short list. Long white fingers clenched tightly as the red eyes followed every movement of the 'green eyed monster' as he would call it. The way it walked, and scowled reminded him of those oh so painful times he had repressed. The green irises grew younger, as it's body had. Into the form of a youngster. A runt. One of those types to be ridiculed. Ears too big for his head, and nose too small for his face. A horror struck expression was firmly painted onto the tall mans face as he backed away. Hitting the side of the brick wall, the toddler came after him before it shifted into the mirror image of the young man it was before, with added knowledge, and premature wrinkles.

The thin cracked lips open and it spoke. 'You're no better than your muggle father.' "Shut up. Just shut up!" The older man cried out as it slid along the wall, towards the far away entrance of the opening that lead to open air. Clean fresh air, not polluted by the stench of fear that was radiating off of the man. Turning violently, the man stumbled in his haste, tripping in the bellows of his cloak and falling ungracefully onto his bottom. The other figure loomed over head, sneering distastefully down. A familiar situation came to mind. He was certainly not his father. NO! He couldn't be. 'It's time to face your fate Tom.' Scrambling to get away, he somehow got to his feet and started running away from the younger man.

The youthful man in the distance melted back into the darkness, as the light had gone away. It's sanctuary had been replaced, and it had felt rejuvenated. Any trace of the stench of fear had been sucked into a whirlwind and brought to the shadows, one spot in particular. Satisfied with itself, the shadow lay dormant, but only for a while. One can only run so far from the past.

A/N Just so you know... the ' ' is the boggart speaking, and " " is Voldemort