October 31, 1981

Tom walked briskly through the darkened neighborhood of Godric's Hollow. Tonight was the night he finished the job. The boy would cease to be a threat from this moment on. The adrenaline pumped as he approached the large oak door that sat at the entrance to the vast house. He heard a scream echo from inside the house, followed by the noise of frantic footsteps.

The dark lord grew impatient. With the flick of his wand, the door blasted open and he entered the main room of the house. It appeared as though a tornado had struck the place. Furniture was tossed here and there, clothes were littered about, and the curtains were torn.

Tom was unsure of what to think. There were two possibilities as to what might've happened. Somebody had gotten there before he did, or the Potters were warned. He decided to take no chances, and searched the house.

The prophecy echoed through his head. "The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches… Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies… And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives." He had to end this… tonight.

As he approached the stairs, a large object was thrown in his general direction. He whipped his head around to see a scrawny man, with messy brown hair, and glasses standing a few feet away. James Potter stared at Tom intently, his intentions clear. This would be a fight to the death.

Tom Riddle smirked. He knew something James did not know. Tom simply flicked his wrist, and a jet of green light flew from the tip of his wand and collided with James's chest. James flew backward into the wall, and fell to the floor. Dead.

James Potter had just confirmed Tom's suspicions. The family was in the house. He slowly and quietly walked back to the staircase where he had been standing. Carefully, he put a foot on the first stair and pulled himself up. He lightly placed his other foot on the second stair. He repeated the process until he reached the top of the staircase.

He stopped at the top of the staircase. Tom stood silently, listening for any trace of life. After a few moments, he heard the distant sound of breathing, followed by a loud cry. The cry was quickly shushed by a female voice. He smirked to himself. He had them.

He slowly walked towards the source of the noise: a small door at one end of the hall. He stood outside the door for a moment before he flicked his wand, and the door flew off the hinges. A woman was standing over a crib, cradling a small baby boy. This did not stop Tom. He flicked his wand a second time, and all the books came rushing off the self.

The woman laid the baby in the crib and turned to face the dark lord. Tom watched as the woman pleaded with him, but he didn't listen to her. What she had to say didn't matter to him.

He flicked his wand once more and the woman fell to the floor. The baby began to wail. Tom walked slowly to the crib and stared at the infant that sat inside.

"It's just you and me," He said in a harsh whisper. The infant gazed at Tom with wide eyes. Tom felt nothing.

He took a step back, flicked his wand and exclaimed, "Avada Kedavra!"

Then everything went black.