Work Text:
Silence.
Unexpected.
Paralysing.
Anguish washes over me, insidious.
Fear spreads inside me, unforgiving.
Something’s amiss, because everything here is perfectly in place.
Except for Peter – who’s not there.
Silence.
The one of the engine, which has stopped rumbling.
The one of my heart, which has stopped beating.
Before me, a house reduced to rubble.
Cold are the bricks I move with my bare hands, suddenly unaware to be a wizard and to own a wand.
Cold are James’ corpse and Lily’s widened eyes.
A cry.
The one of an orphan with an unusual lightening-shaped scar – and my heart resumes beating.
