Harry Potter stood over his parents grave for the first time. His once vibrant green eyes held no emotion. He had lost so much, so quickly, it was killing him on the inside. He didn't know which of his friends was next, and he hoped he never had to find out. A single black rose fell from his hand and landed on the graves. "I'm sorry it took me so long. I could never find the time, I'm sorry." a tear slid down his face. A light hand touched his shoulder.
"Harry, it's ok." a soft female voice said from behind him. He turned his head slightly and looked at his friends. Hermione, Ron, and Ginny stood behind. Them too, mourning the loss of Lily and James Potter.
"No, it's not ok." a cold, harsh voice said. A lone figure emerged from the shadows of the trees. "You haven't been here once in sixteen years." the figure took a step closer to them but still kept their face hidden.
"Who are you to say such things! Especialy to the one who is going to kill You-Know-Who!" Ron yelled at the figure who during his little rant was, laughing? "Why are you laughing?"
"This doesn't matter to you, Weasley!" the figure spat this venomously. "But I will tell you a little something about me anyway. I have been coming here to pay my respects to my godparents everyday of my life. So if anyone could say such things Weasley, it would be me." The shadowy figure made its way up to where Harry was standing. "Lily always loved Gryffindor colors." With that the pedals on the black rose that was lying on the grave turned in to red and gold ones. "James did too, he loved whatever she did."
"How do you know so much, about them?" Harry asked softly. the figure shrugged and turned away. "Where are you going?"
"Home." with that the figure vanished in to thin air.
Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny stayed for only a few more minutes beofre heading back to the motel where they were staying. They decided to stay in the muggle world until it was time to fight, it was safer this way. Since they had little money they all stayed in one room. Hermione was the first to speak when they got back.
"She said Lily and James was her god parents. Do you know anything about that?" she turned to harry, he just shook his head.
"Its getting late we should go to bed." Ginny said, they all agreed and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
Many miles away the cloaked figure from the graveyard appeared in front of a run down house. the figure removed the cloak to revealing her long black hair. she slowly made her way inside. After taking a few steps towards the innermost part of the house she knew something was off. Her fears were only confirmed when she felt a boney hand on her shoulder. She fell to her knees and looked at the dusty floor.
"You are learning." the person behind her said mockingly. "took you long enough, better then your mother though. she still doesnt know how to show her respect."
"What did you do to her?" she asked softly.
"Nothing, Salem. She is still the way you left her. i have come here with an important mission."
"What is it?" the man removed his hand and she stood up. keeping her eyes focused on the ground she turned to face him. unexpectently he put his hand under her chin and made her look him in the eye. Red eyes met black ones.
"I want you to kill."
"Who?"
"Him." he pointed to her heart and she knew. this would be hard to accomplish but if he thought she could do it then she would. For everyone that has died. And for the first time in months Salem smiled.