Ummm...ok its soooo painfully obvious I dont own Harry Potter.
In the town of Godrics Hollow stood some of the finest establishments you could find. This is where you could find children laughing and playing in the street past midnight. This was the place every parent dreamed of for their family. Where everybody knew each other, it seemed the last place for crime.
Until Halloween came.
Halloween saw to it that at first, routine was in order. The kids of the town walking obliviously past the fideloused Potter manor. The only change came later in the evening.
A man shrouded in a dark cloak, walked nearer to his destination. He stopped just outside the no longer disguised house and smirked. His time had come, oh yes indeed. From where he stood he could see the parents, Lily and James Potter, coming downstairs from tucking away the children.
From his place at the end of the driveway, he made his journey.
A loud bang resounded, presumably from the door being kicked in, and bloodcurdling screams issued without warning. Green flashed twice and there was a pause. The next time the Killing Curse was used the house exploded. It was revealed and in ruins quickly and the Muggles watching didn't know what to think.
Over the chaos, over the destruction, a raven crowed.