Written for the 100 stories under 100 words challenge by ErynPotter.

I used the prompt Dusk.

Word-count: 100

Dusk had come.

Harry sat by the window. Stared out.

A large field. Lots of trees around, they started to get yellow. Small streak of a pink sun behind them.

It would soon vanish.

The cottage was deserted, old. Both the roof and the walls had holes.

Harry sat on the only chair, behind him was a bed.

He had said he would come. He had promised.

But it wouldn't be the first time he didn't show up.

Or twentieth.

The black figure came closer. Harry rushed up. Ran out.

Harry kissed Charlie passionate. He smelled like him. As always.