Destruction
The man flung open the front door in early evening. The father and mother and their young daughter all looked up from the television set as one. The woman's eyes widened and she let out a scream.
"So long, enemies of the Dark Lord," the man cried, raising his wand high above his head. "You should have known that housing our enemy would harm you in the end!"
"The boy!" the father cried! "I told you – he brought nothing but-"
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
And the father fell silently to the floor.
"L'Hashchit!" cried the man, before Apparating to the edge of town. As he stood by the city limits, he heard a distant explosion.
"L'HASHCHIT!" the man called into the night, casting his spell in the direction of the city. And he turned his back, grinning, to face his master.
"Well done," the master said as more explosions were heard: the city was being destroyed.
Soon the sound of sirens filled the air, but the man and his master were long gone. The only trace of them was a shimmering symbol, a skull with a snake protruding from its mouth, raised in the sky above the wreckage.
A/N: I know, I know, I said it would only be in Grace's POV, but this is ... it's more of a dream? You'll get it when the next chapter comes (which might not be very soon). Thanks so much for reading! Please review.
Disclaimer: Everything in Harry Potter's world belongs to JK Rowling.
