I remember the night that it happened. I was sitting alone in my room, breathing heavily. My family had suffered with anxiety for years and as my eyes closed shut, I inhaled the outside air. I was indoors this Halloween, not willing to go outside. I didn't want to face my neighbors, not in the state that I was in. So I sat alone, ate some candy, and wept.

A few homes down were the Potters. They were nice people, always friendly, complimenting us. When we moved in a few months ago, we received presents from them. These were genuine and good people. We were proud to live near them. We were happy.

My family, the Dorbers, were infamously known for our town reputation. We were considered "Crazy." According to most people. I don't exactly understand why but I suppose that is life. There isn't much more to it.

Harry Potter, their baby, was born only a few months. He was a kind little kid and for some reason I wished I had a brother like that. Instead it was a family of mother, family, and I, Reese Dorber.

I was staring outside when the lights flickered, I heard a faint hum of demonic tunes and noticed somebody walking. It was Halloween, there were always strange people, but tonight in particular, the eerie figure cloaked in black sent shivers down my spine. I tried to breathe but my throat was caught.

The anxiety had taken over.

I stopped breathing but my parents were downstairs having a discussion among a few cups of tea. I was not being noticed. When I finally realized I was suffocating, I gave up. My body recessed to the dark corners of existence and I died.

Yes, I know it's quite dramatic and I'm making it seem like it was less, but in actuality, it was quite intense. My spirit however, had floated up quickly and placed itself on a pillow of air. And I watched closely, floating toward the man in the cloak.

The man had a wooden stick in his hand, it was dark and curved, looking like it had been made from special wood, possibly willow? Elder?

His skin was a light shade of green and his piercing eyes resembled that of the snack coiled around his neck. He was very serious as he walked forward, and I noticed he had a companion. A twitchy little man that seemed too old for his height. He had not much hair and continually referred to the green cloaked man as "Master."

"Tom Riddle has ordered you away, Pettigrew, you better take heed of his advice." I soon noticed he was speaking in third person.

This Pettigrew man went to a neighbor (The Malviews) door and asked about the Potters. This was when I became intrigued. As children with pillow cases and scary costumes ran by, the man seemed as content as ever. He was very calm. His tone was collected and he advanced.

Once he reached the Potter Estate he stood there staring outward.

My soul refused to float however, it only decided to leave my home after I heard the terrible screams of Lily and James Potter, the cry of Harry, and the bright flash of light emanating from the shattered window.