Night of murder
Autumn was unleashed upon the country. Brown and red leaves covered the trees and the ground. It was a cold night. For most people it would be just another October night but for some it was to be the last night of their lives.
The wind blew softly and he wrapped his cloak tighter around him. His steps were crushing the leaves. No human being was in sight. Good, he would remain unseen.
He walked until a mighty mansion appeared in view. It looked old and imposing dominating the very ground it had been built on. A strong iron gate protected it from intruders. Beyond the gate a fountain could be spotted soaking the gravel a bit with its jet of crystal water.
He winced in disgust. Luxury had never meant anything to him; it had always seemed so trivial. It was however important to the fools that lived here. They did not seem to mind flaunting their riches and bad taste.
He advanced with the wand in his hand and suddenly all the security measures the inhabitants had taken were rendered useless. He opened the gate and walked to the doorstep. The light was glinting in the windows so they must be home. No one could be seen inside though.
The large black wooden door was opened and he stepped into the sumptuous hallway. He stopped for a moment after entering the drawing room. Someone was lying on the sofa seemingly asleep. His mouth curved into a smile as he stood looking at a familiar sleeping face. She was lying there completely oblivious to everything that was about to happen. She would not stand in his way. Deathly pale fingers almost stroked her cheek but were retracted before any contact had been made.
Laughter was coming from the bedroom upstairs. It reminded him that he had a mission to carry out. The stairs were creaking under his hasty steps.
"Is that you, Bella?" a female voice inquired. She received no answer. Instead, the bedroom door was opened and before they could do anything other than gasp, green light had filled the room and they were both dead.
He looked at their bodies. The killing had been necessary, he thought. A war was approaching and no potential traitors were to be tolerated. One small mistake could ruin everything, his plans, his dreams, and he wasn't going to make that mistake. Suddenly he panicked! The boy, what about the boy?! He was at Hogwarts now, he remembered. Their son would be dealt with when he returns. Or maybe not; he could still prove to be an asset.
Voldemort smiled. How lucky he was the boy was at school. Another Lily Potter situation was not desired.
He tucked his wand into his pocket satisfied. But the stairs were creaking again. Before he could react the door was opened forcefully.
Bellatrix entered the room. She had a surprised look on her face, but in a few seconds she understood what had happened in the room.
Blue eyes met red ones. She burst into tears.