All I saw was emptiness. Wherever he looked, all he saw was darkness. He did not remember how he had reached this state. I no longer had a body; I was just a floating flame ... I tried to remember who I was, my tastes and my family, but the more time passed, the blurrier everything became, like sand slipping through fingers ... I didn't know how much time had passed, but something happened.
Suddenly, I felt myself being pulled and dragged; it was a terrifying sensation, even without a body. I felt as if I was being molded and structured into something new. Fear was the only thing that filled my mind for what seemed like hours. When I regained some control, I felt it: a weak body, but mine noheless.
For a while I noticed how I grew and developed more senses, which led me to realize that I was in the womb of who is now my mother. As the months went by, touch developed, which made me realize that I was about to be born.
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1977, Hogsmeade was covered in snow, like a postcard frozen in time. This year's winter was creeping through the cracks in the windows and between the bones of the unsuspecting. The streets were nearly empty, save for hooded figures slipping into the shadows, seeking warmth or silence.
He walked casually. He was tall, thin as a knife, the cloak wrapped around him seemed an extension of himself. No one dared to stop him. No one looked directly at him. No one... except one person.
"My lord
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