His cold shrill laugh pierced the night. "move out of the way women, I do not wish to spill more pure blood than is needed tonight," he said, looking into her face. She stood there, her lips trembling, fear in her eyes, yet she didn't move.

"Avadakadavra!" His scream broke the night as he blasted her out of the way, moving on to the boy, who, despite all the noise, was still sleeping fitfully in his crib. "Ahh, Neville Longbottom," he whispered, bringing his wand down to the child's temple and whispering the curse.

AU: Hi everyone. This is my first shot at writing FanFiction, so please don't judge me to harshly. Please comment and give me feedback so I can make my work better. Also, I will try to upload one chapter per week, but I don't know how well that's going to turn out :p Thank you all for reading.

~SpookyShodowyKitties