Time Stands Still

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Prologue

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In a lane called Privet Drive lives the perfectionists of Surrey Villa. The grass neatly mowed, the animals tamed, not a chipping paint in sight and the peaceful surroundings. Now a passerby would think that a commotion is happening in one of its houses, Number 4. But all the shouting is merely an everyday occurrence.

"Boy! Get in the kitchen and clean this mess!" a huge whale of a man shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Boy! Answer me!" He repeated. As he was getting no answer, he stampeded right in front of the cupboard under the stairs and opened its little door with such ferocity that it left the door hanging with one hinge.

The door revealed a very small, compact space. There was a small ragged blanket threw an askew to one side and a small light bulb hanging in the middle. But the most terrifying thing was, the small blanket was covered with a thick drying brown substance. Blood. But not just any blood… A human beings'…. A child's…

The beefy man cursed loudly and rampaged up the stairs in to their bedroom.

"Petunia! The boy! He's gone!"

A horse faced woman turned around and said

"What do you mean he's gone?"

"He just vanished! I was getting him in his "room" and I didn't see him.." he answered nervously, beads of sweat trickling down his face.

"Well, good riddance I say! That boy has lived with us for ten years! Its about time he went away! Now, take your shower, you wouldn't want to look like that for Dudder's 6th birth day…." She answered, going to and fro the room.

"Yes Petunia dear…"

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Miles away from the Surrey Villa, a half-naked boy appeared out of nowhere. Covered with blood and wounds, the boy collapsed on the ground and cried helplessly.

'It hurts so much…It's so cold… I think I might be dying…Those horrible humans… I've never done anything to them…Maybe it's better this way… I might be able to meet my mum and dad…'

The boy looked at the sky and began to eerily smile. His clouded green eyes were slowly being closed. Lying in the middle of a forest, the boy breathed his last. With a flash of blinding colors, a crystallized glass coffin encaged the boys' body. The boy smiled contentedly as one of his old scars began to glow, the one on his forehead. All is quiet as every animal in the forest began to close over the glass coffin.

They were lured there by the steady rhythm of the boy's heart. It was singing songs of pain, betrayal and melancholy.

Right then and there every living being heard a soft voice in their heads… The voice of a child..

'I don't want to wake up anymore…'

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ok.. so what do you think? Tell me if it's good or not okay?

Next Chapter: Tears of Nature – What happened to Harry? Where did he land? Is he dead? And why did Petunia say 10 years instead of 6? All of these questions might be answered in the next installation of Time Stands Still.