A Night, In Hogsmeade

A still night,
as most think,
In the village,
of Hogmeade.

Now, a wolf,
dog, rat,
and a stag,
Prowl the night.

Adventers unknown...

They enter a house,
The Shreiking Shack,
broken down,
and worn.

The villigers,
They sit,
and wait,
for a sound.

A howl....

It illuminates the night,
horror comes,
from each home,
the night is no longer peaceful.

No longer silent...