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hpgen100
100 words, Godric's Hollow.
The garden was unkempt, but the adults had been tidying up. They hadn't yet reached the wild end of the garden. They stayed closer to the cottage, with the child.
The nights were becoming cold when the visitor arrived. Few of the small animals ventured out at night - not with that owl about - but the screams woke them and sent them running, terrified.
The grass-snake was the last to flee, sluggish with approaching winter, dazzled by the green light and catastrophic noise. A new cold, the worst cold, grabbed it and sunk into its skeleton.
"You'll do," hissed a voice.
hpgen100100 words, Godric's Hollow.
The garden was unkempt, but the adults had been tidying up. They hadn't yet reached the wild end of the garden. They stayed closer to the cottage, with the child.
The nights were becoming cold when the visitor arrived. Few of the small animals ventured out at night - not with that owl about - but the screams woke them and sent them running, terrified.
The grass-snake was the last to flee, sluggish with approaching winter, dazzled by the green light and catastrophic noise. A new cold, the worst cold, grabbed it and sunk into its skeleton.
"You'll do," hissed a voice.
