Here for your viewing pleasure is a semi-drabble. It was part of a longer fic that I'm never going to publish, but I liked this section so here it is. No title, because, well, I suck at titles and it's only 300 words long anyway. Probably PG just because of death themes.
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As a rule, Godric’s Hollow was not an eventful village. Most of its inhabitants’ families had lived there for generations, and while newcomers were always welcome they were few and far between. )
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Such a picture-perfect existence, with any little odd bits explained away by the accepting inhabitants - and then in a flash, everything changed. The absence of the Potters just resounds, like an echo.
It's amazing to see it through village eyes; it's like double vision to know, as the reader, exactly what happened, while seeing just the snippets the neighbors saw. It's like time slowed down.
I really liked this.
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