THE HALLOWEEN NIGHT
Young Harry Potter snuck into his uncle's room at night, being the curious and somewhat stupid boy he was at eight. His cousin, Dudley, and Aunt Petunia were out in silly costumes collecting candy. He saw a letter lying open on Aunt Petunia's desk. It looked old and worn, as if it hadn't been opened or even touched since the day it arrived- according to letter, that day was October 31, 1981.
Harry looked around, to make sure that his uncle wasn't lurking around, waiting to beat him if he caught him in his office. He quickly scampered around the piles of rubbish in the office, grabbed the letter, and scampered out almost twice as quickly. He ran to his cupboard and tried to act as if he hadn't been doing several forbidden things- Exploring his uncle's office, stealing from the office, and being outside of his cupboard. He examined the letter- it had a wrinkle on the envelope, as if someone had cried while sealing it. The letter was written on yellow parchment, and had a beautiful red wax stamp to seal it. Harry gently peeled off the stamp, and unraveled the letter inside.
Dear Mrs. Petunia Dursely,
We are regretful to inform you that your sister, Lily Marisa Potter, and her husband, James Austin Potter, have deceased today at Godric's Hollow. We regret to inform you of this, but we had to inform you. The funeral will be held on November 17, 1981. We hope that you will attend and pay your respects to your sister.
Sincerely,
Albus P.W.B. Dumbledore
Harry was shocked. His parents had died tonight? No one had even bothered to tell him about this? He was perturbed- how could anyone do this? They were his parents- he had the most right to know when and where they had died.
Harry then became depressed. His parents were never going to be here again. This was symbolizing the eighth year of the death. A single tear rolled down his cheek, splattering the ink that had never been touched before now.