Typo-Monkey

James Potter. 31st October 1981 Godric’s Hollow The fire in the grate flickers, and dies. The whole house shakes, the whole world is shaking, burning. He’s here. I can hear curses, explosions, screaming. Our guard is dead. Our location betrayed. He betrayed us. It’s over. I scream for her to run, “Lily, take Harry and go! It’s Him! Go! Run! I’ll hold him off-” My voice dies in my throat as the door is blasted in, exploding in a stream of red sparks and dusty rubble. It’s Him. This is the End. I stare forwards, wand raised, I’m going to die, but I’m sure as hell not gonna