-1Two weeks it has been since the demolish of the Dark Lord, Voldemort. I no longer fear to speak the name, for he is gone for good. Let us take a little time to relive this very long trip it has been since the first fall of the Dark Lord.

October thirty first, nineteen eighty one.

The first fateful day we thought the Dark Lord was gone. We were very wrong. Let us think back to what happened that day. And in the case of our younger readers, learn about what two very brave parents did to save their only son.

A normal Halloween it was. Nothing special about it, except it would soon become a day that would vaguely haunt young Harry Potter for the rest of his life. There they sat, in the invisible house in their living room. Most unfortunately it was not invisible to the one that forced the Potters into hiding. Let us go into the mind of Lord Voldemort himself, and relive it though his perspective.

There he walked, cloak billowing behind him, up the front doors. Peering inside the open window, he saw the small family. James Potter, what a fool. Throwing his wand down on the couch, does he not know what is awaiting him? Lily Potter, she needent die if she is sensible. Ahh, of course. The one he has come to kill. The Potter boy, Harry. He's the one this murder wants, his father is just an added bonus. He nocks on the door and hears footsteps walking to get it. The door opens and he can hear the father shout to his wife "Lily! Go! Take Harry and hide! It's him!"

A smile creeps onto the cloaked figures face as a green light flashed. Instantally, James Potter lays on the ground. Dead. He just steps over the body and continues up the stairs. He can hear the mother trying to barricade herself into the room, having forgotten her wand. 'They musnt put so much trust in friends' he thought and drifted down the upstairs hall. The sounds are coming from the last door, Voldemort silently walks down to it and blasts it into a million shards with his wand. "Step away" he commands. She didn't budge, just held her son tightly. "No, no. Not Harry. Anything but Harry. Take me instead," she repeated over and over again. His penchants were now wearing thin for this woman. "Move aside, you silly girl!" he said for the last time. She just shook her head, and carefully placed her son in the crib. She turned to face the Dark Lord and, with a flash of green light, dropped dead to the floor.

What a strange child he was, not crying or anything. Just staring up at him. Did he actually believe that the person that killed his parents would spear the life of the child that would bring his downfall? An evil grin appeared on the face of the Dark Lord as he turned his want on the boy. With a flash of green light, the light that was supposed to kill the boy, his soul was stripped from his body. Pain beyond anything he could imagine. It was almost like he was dead, but he couldn't be dead. He had made several Horcruxes to ensure that he could not die.