It was a dark Halloween night in Godric's Hollow. To any normal child, the man in black looked like a man in a costume. He wasn't.
The house at the end of the street was abuzz with life. Lily rocked her son Harry in her arms. She heard a crying sound. "James, Harley wants to be comforted."
The Potters were proud parents of the Potter quadruplets, Harry, Harley, Harriet and Harvey. Little did they know, there life was going to be torn apart.
The man cloaked in black walked into the house, barely making a sound. He entered and exited, leaving death in his wake.
Lily had tried to protect the children, but there was no need. The children had protected themselves. The only sign was the lightning bolt shaped scars.
Then the silence settled down.