I leaned over the side of the bike more, craning my neck down…that looked just like a little figure, walking across the front lawn towards the house…but Remus wasn’t due to arrive for another – I checked my watch, just to make sure – half an hour yet. That meant… No. No way. That little rat. The night James and Lily died. This was originally an entry for the Halloween Writer's Duel, but it was too short and I ran out of time. Please read and review.