DISCLAIMER: I IN NO WAY OWN ANYTHING THAT J.K.ROWLING HAS GIVEN TO THE WORLD. MY CHARACTERS HOWEVER ARE (INSERT YODA VOICE) MINE.
'MY P.O.V.' Peace. Tranquility. I look back upon all that has happened. The past. The present. Vision of friends and family. Some still here to help influence my life, others gone upon the next great adventure. I look upon my apprentice and smile. He looks so much like his father and yet acts likes his mother. My mind drifts back to that fateful night when I first met his father.
I had just been discharged from the army. As I traveled I reminisced about the past 6 years of honorable service I had just completed. I had taken a cab from the airport to my families' home. After the taxi had left I noticed something amiss…..
"why is the front door open?" he said. After 6 years in the army he put his bags down and silently made his way inside. As he moved into the house he saw a body on the floor. He moved toward it in a crouch and examined it. It was his aunt. He checked for a pulse. There was none. He looked up as he heard laughter at the rear of the house. As he moved through the kitchen towards the laughter, he picked up 2 sharp knives and continued his silent stalking. He heard voices, they were clearer now. He looked around the corner and saw something out of his nightmares. There were 6 of them and they were standing around his parents and siblings in a semi-circle. His anger soared as they tortured his sister. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his lucky coin. He throws the large coin into the living room and hears a small crash as it breaks a vase. The leader looks up and in a drawling voice orders two of his company to investigate the crash.
"Go see what that was." He orders two lumbering forms. He hid himself as these two lumbering idiots moved into the living room. As the two morons searched the room he struck.
Out of nowhere a body flew at the two. Before the first could even raise the stick in his hand a foot connected to his face spinning him around and out of the fight. He ducked a ball of light that came out of the second fellows stick and punched him in the chest stunning him. As the masked man looked up a flash of silver had caught his eye and then he began to choke on a coppery tasting fluid. The first masked man had woken up just with enough time to see the man use a knife to slit his friends' throat. As the first man rose he began to flick his stick towards his attacker. His curse died on his lips as something thudded into him. He looked down and saw the handle of a knife sticking out of his chest. The masked man dropped to the floor in surprise. The man walked over and removed the knife from his chest and without stopping slit his throat.
He looked down at what he had done and then moved back to the kitchen. His thoughts brought him back to his army training and he silently thanked god for them. Of course by now his presence was discovered. The 4 remaining masked intruders turned and pointed their sticks at him.
"Don't move muggle" the leader drawled.
"Let my family go and I won't kill you." He spoke. It was erie to hear. The masked figures looked to the man and wondered why he didn't show any fear.
"McNair, Jonas take care of this insolent muggle!" the leader shouted.
He backed up until he was again in the living room. The two masked men stopped when they saw the sight of their comrades dead bodies. They then continued to stalk the man in the living room. As he backed up into a defensive posture he swore that he heard a gruff voice talk to him.
"Don't worry boy, we got your back." it stated. He turned his attention back to the two masked men.
"Come on boys don't make me wait all day." He said. His taunt worked as the two men through themselves at him. Within mere seconds he had disarmed the two men and was about to kill them too when an explosion and a flash of light hit him at the same time. Darkness claimed him and he knew no more.