In the dark night, endless fear, surrounded by the wails of my family, my mother told me to run, but I didn't run, not because my legs were weak from fear, but because it was too late and I couldn't run away.
As a little kid, I looked at the pair of scarlet eyes. The owner of those eyes seemed to be interested. He raised his beautiful eyebrows and a deep voice came out of his mouth: "Little guy, aren't you afraid?"
The news that Harry Potter's newborn baby had defeated Voldemort suddenly spread in the wizarding world.
I opened my eyes slightly...