Prologue
The fireworks could be heard everywhere in the whole country, the clock finally struck midnight, meaning it was january 1st, 1986. While everyone was partying with their friends and family, a lonely child, whose aunt and her family had left the house for a new year’s eve party, and forgot to lock him, was sitting by the window, watching as colors bursted on the starless sky. Big green eyes were full with emotions, his tiny hands touching the windows glass like it was capable of making him touch the pretty colors.
The same eyes turned to look down when he saw a movement down the street, meeting whitish blue eyes, looking so intently at him that it could scare someone else. Not him, not Harry. For some reason those eyes remind him of those pretty stars that usually hang in the sky. So he smiled and waved, because he loved stars so much.
The woman didn’t smile back but she answered his tiny wave with a wave of her own. Her hands with long and slim fingers that remind him of hands that looked just like that and had hit him in the bum just a few hours ago.
When Harry turned to look at the sky again, he didn’t see that the woman kept looking at him, her eyes turning whitish, watching his big smile, as he was once again looking as the colors exploded on the sky again. He couldn’t see that her full lips opened and of course, because of the distance, he wouldn’t be able to hear a rough voice.
“When the time comes that the darkness rises once more, with the clock strikes, the false prophet will fall down and a once forgotten Dark Lord will once again rise, bringing the destruction with him.”
Her hands were shaking, a sharp pain in her chest made itself known as she could feel a summon. With one last look at the little boy, she sent him a sad smile, knowing that he would have a hard life and there wasn’t anything they could do to help him, not until he acknowledged them. And she knew it’d take years until this happened.
Harry looked back at the spot where the woman was before, realizing that he couldn’t see her anywhere now, which must mean that she left while he was watching the fireworks. Feeling lonely again, his smile left his face as his tiny hands closed the curtains once again.