The moon slowly hovered, perched behind the shady clouds as midnight approached at an alarming rate. A light drizzle began to slowly descend from the heavens, thunders banged its drum in the clouds and lightning fired towards the earth like arrows. A shady figure moved slowly along the cobbled road as carriages, pulled by someones noble stead, and crowds of innocent people scurried towards their vacant homes, as the storm began to pick up. The figure continues forward as his destination lay in the distance, an occupied home he had been staking out for months now. The lightning sends a flash through the air, as his muscular body can be seen lightly through the black hooded cloak that protects his body. He had been watching over this home for months, and knew every entrance and exit like the back of his hand. He stopped at the iron gate that stood in the way of his objective, no lock visible, but obviously not spell proof. The figure took a step back, pulling a wand out of his cloak pocket and raises it into the air, thinking of the choice spell for the situation.
"Reducto" The figures yells, causing the gate to blast off its hinges and onto the ground making an earth shattering sound. Inside the home, a lovely brunette places her month old son into his cradle, kissing him on the forehead before investigating the unusual sound. She slowly walks out of the room and notices the kitchen door has flung open, she sighs relieved, hoping that was the cause of the sound. Unfortunately it was too late, as the figure walks forwards from the shadows and forces the woman against the wall, his hot breathe trickling against her fragile neck.
"Ello Puppet" The figure says, with an evil but satisfied grin on his face, as her squirms are useless against his grip. He smiles as his rough lips touch her tender and innocent neck, she however feels different as the feeling of violations pulses through every inch of her body. His hand slowly reaches under her shirt and begins to explore as the other remain tight on her wrist, almost completely cutting off circulation. His hand lowers as her jeans and underwear are torn away and further violation is continued, as she cries in pain and sorrow from this forced sexual intercourse. Once he is finished he pull away, dropping her to the ground like a piece of meat, heading towards her sons room.
"Please, Please don't hurt him he is only a baby" She says as her tears interrupt her sentence from time to time. The figure smirks as her love for this child and has a flashback of when his mother used to beat and abuse him. He stops for a moment staring at her poor abused body and smiles evilly, heading into the room and picking up the baby, returning in front of the mother as she sobs on the ground, feeling useless and lifeless.
"If you truly love your son, he will not die" He says laying the boy on the couch and aiming his wand into its direction. The woman's eyes widen as anger fills her mind and adrenaline pumps through her veins. The figure stand for a moment, giving mercy for the woman, as his arms turns towards her.
"Avada Kedavra" He yells as the woman's appearance is replaced by his mothers, the flash of green light making contact into her chest instantly ending her life. A tear rolls down the figure's cheek as he look down at the orphaned baby boy. His wand aims towards the baby, as it's eyes open, and a frown appears on its face at the sight of its mother on the floor. Tears begin to flood out of the baby's eyes as the figure 's hand trembles and the wand falls towards the ground. He walks over and picks up the baby, rubbing its back gently as the tears begin to fade away and he disappears out of the scene of his crime and with a new life entwined with his own.