The night was quiet, so quiet you wonder if all sounds had disappeared. I took up a pebble and threw it on the hard ground in the street. I could hear the sound as it bounced and then all was quiet when it stopped. I sighed and turned to look at a stone house that looked the same as the others beside it. But this house was special for me because someone inside there was the only family who is still alive. My brother Harry Potter.
I rested my chin in my hands while I watched over the house in the dark. Nothing was moving in the house, everything was quiet, too quiet. I looked around and wonder where the street cats were, they use to be out this time of the night and try to find something to eat. But now no cats were out and no sound from any animal at all. I looked at the house one last time and begin to walk down the street, it was time for me to go back ' Home', the only place I was safe from the people who was after me.