The lampost flickered in the dimly lit alley, casting light on the young boy's face. He had several bruises across his face, and his eyes were red and bloodshot, the result of many nights without sleep. He had messy brown hair, that seemed as if it hadn't been washed for weeks, and a tan complexion that made it seem as if he was glowing as the light shined on him.

He sighed, breathing heavily as he held his wand out against his chest, he promised himself he would never do this again.