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Number nineteen
It was always a mystery. The residents of number nineteen showed up out of the blue, buying the house the moment it appeared on the market.
I had lived in Godrics Hollow, ever since I was a little girl, and I love the place. But in this little village I couldn't see the attraction. It's a quiet place that's off the radar, that only families live in if they are traditionally they by family name or honour, like myself, but the residents of number nineteen where neither of the above.
They were a young couple, they had only just left school, but they acted so mature, well the girl did anyway. She had auburn red hair and a frown line on her brow, but whenever either of them where around she wore a smile. Her husband I could only guess was forever smiling and cradling the little boy in his arms constantly.
From the moment they moved in and shut the door on the village people of Godrics Hollow they only ever came out rarely, and the never had any visitors or mail for that matter. I suppose the three of them where happy that way, just them three.
And then it happened, no wonder they were always quiet, always keeping themselves to themselves. On October 31st a blinding flash of green light was seen coming from number nineteen twice before it collapsed.
The whole village surround the wreckage and all that could be heard was the crying of the little baby boy, his parents where nowhere to be seen until the site was pulled apart. I was about to reach for the crying child when I giant of a man with beetle black eyes came and pulled the baby out of the rumble claiming to be a friend of the family and walked away without another word.
I didn't see the giant man again or the baby boy, until some seventeen years later or at least I think it was him. I was just walking back from the graveyard when they were there, a boy who was unmistakeablely James Potter's son, his name I now know from the grave, I visit a few times a year to pay my respects to the two forgotten souls.
He was there with a girl, a girl with busy brown hair. They had separated searching the tombstones for the names, I was going to go over, to help but I didn't have the strength to, I had known his parents even if it was briefly and he didn't know them at all. I didn't have the right to pride in other peoples business.
I see him from time to time, he has a family of his own a red haired woman and three children, they were how I imaged life for the residents of number nineteen to be, happy and carefree, and never looking back on the past.
A/N – How was that? I decided to put no dialogue it felt more emotional that way, what do you think. Please Review!
