As the day morphed the sky wept. In the clinical street of Privet Drive in the garden of number four lay the body of Harry. The rain from the weeping sky washed the pain from his features leaving him with peace gracing his beautiful face.
However away from Privet Drive, from the land itself another set of emerald eyes wept. Lily Potter had watched Harry is whole life and felt his pain, his sadness. Looking down she felt nothing but disgust for her sister as she stood vigilante watching her son's torment. So she could not regret saving Harry for when he come to her she would welcome him with a warm embrace. The embrace she had forever longed to give him, to know that he was safe within her arms.
She longed to hold him and keep him there forever but she had a choice that she was bound to give him. For in a world where he thought he was so alone people did love him and he just needed to find it. Nature was crying for him to return and she would tell him a new life waited for him a life as a prince.
Though bearing the thought of letting him go brought tears to her eyes she wanted him to live. In the expanse of white surrounding her a shadow began to form. Harry was coming….