Peter walked slowly towards the partially destroyed building, still not quite believing what he was seeing. Stepping through the front door he choked back a gasp, tears forming in his eyes. To see him lying so still and pale was wrong; the vibrant prankster fallen.

Upstairs the door had been completely blown off, there was nothing left of the thing he had called master. Picking up the wand he turned his back on the body lying so defenceless next to the crib.

As the rain began to fall he started to run, a litany of apologies running faster through his mind as he did.


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