AN: Hello to all you readers of this right now! This is my first attempt at a HP story and well, it's mostly my version of the night the Potters died. I don't think I can get any better explanation than that. Shout out to my friend Unknown Marauder for the idea, look out for her version on soon!

Chapter1: A quiet Halloween

It was a quiet Halloween evening in the small rural town of Godric's Hollow. It's amazing how things are always the quietest before great tragedies. And tonight a tragedy shall occur...

Being it Halloween, there were several children out this night, scampering from house to house in search of the sweets that the home owners would provide.But there was one house that seemed as if the children didn't go to, one that they didn't even seem to notice as they rushed past. This was a nice humble little cottage, a two story white house, with a picket fence and a path dividing the well kept lawn up to the front door.

Peering out the window, a red haired woman watched as several trick-or-treaters ran by, laughing and screaming happily as they continued on to the next home. I remember doing that, always annoyed Petunia when I got more candy. She said it was because I was cuter...The woman sighed, then looked down at the young infant in her arms playing happily with the drapes in front of him. Don't worry Harry, I'll be sure to let you go trick or treating once this is all over.

Sighing again, Lily Potter switched Harry to the crook of one arm as she moved across the living room towards the fireplace opposite the windows. Stroking the fire, she glanced at the clock on the wall as it struck 9:00 PM. "Now where is he?" she asked aloud. Feeling a tug on her hair, she smiled down at him. "Oww, be nice you." She lifted Harry up and rubbed her nose against his. " Huh Harry? Where's that goofy father of yours?" The 1 year old only giggled as she bounced him up and down as she glanced towards the dining room. "His dinner's getting cold..."

As if knowing that someone was being waited for, there was a loud CRACK outside the door, causing Lily to jerk around and stare at the door in fear. Moving quickly, she set Harry in his playpen, she reached down on the coffee table for her wand and cautiously approached the door.

"Who's there?" she called carefully, moving the curtain on the window to the left of the door slightly, so that whoever was out there couldn't see movement from the window.

"It's me dear, James Potter," a male voice called, while at the same time Lily clearly saw who it was. But she needed to be sure, and there was only one question she knew only a few could answer. "Tell me, what is your animagus form James Potter?"

The man on the other side chuckled. "I swear, you've been reading too many Ministry phamplets. It's a stag dear." Lily sighed relieved, before opening the door and letting her husband in.

"Hi honey," he said after hugging her and kissing her hello. "Sorry, Dumbledore wanted to make absolutely sure that I was Ok with making Peter the secret keeper." Sitting down in an armchair in front of the fire, he grabbed a copy of the Evening Prophet off the table nearby as Lily headed into the dining room to fetch his plate. "He still thinks it's not a great idea."

Lily nodded as she returned, cradling Harry in one arm and floating the plate with her wand in the other. "I can understand that. Peter's not that brave James, and Dumbledore's never wrong. You should seriously consider making Sirius the secret keeper. Or Dumbledore himself."

James accepted the food before lifting Harry from his wife's arms and tossed the boy up and down a bit. "There's my guy, how's my little man huh?" He chuckled at Harry's gleeful laughs. "Been bugging mommy all day Harry?"

"No, he's been an angel all day." She smiled, but then got serious again. "I worry about these things James. From what Dumbledore said of the prophecy, Voldemort isn't going to give up easily on finding us. And as great as the Longbottoms are, we know he isn't going to go after them. He sees us as more of a threat."

James frowned, setting Harry on his lap before starting on the food. "Don't worry Lily. Dumbledore's done everything he can to make sure Harry's safe. And even though Peter's not the brightest bulb in the bunch, we can trust him. If we can't trust our friend's then we can't trust anybody..."

Many miles away, a short stooping figure huddled in a dark room at the feet of a taller man. This man, though he feared the one he kneeled in front of, knew that he now had given him the one thing he had been after.

"So Wormtail,"the cold voice hissed as he looked down at the other man, "you mean to tell me that the Potters have been hiding in the same place all along?"

"Y-y-yes my Lord, they have. They never moved, just put the Fidelus charm up to protect them from you. They knew you'd never find them once that happened.

Lord Voldemort's red snake like eyes narrowed. "Yess, I see now. This was most likely the work of that crackpot old Muggle loving fool Dumbledore. How he annoys me with his continuous interference!" Voldemort snarled, causing Wormtail to back away quickly in fright. Voldemort glanced at him, before looking up. "Malfoy!" he called.

A tall blonde haired man with a pointed face appeared out of the darkness and kneeled next to Wormtail. "Yes my Lord?"

"I wish you to watch things here while I am gone." Malfoy nodded in compliance.

"May I ask where you are headed my Lord?" Malfoy asked as Voldemort pulled on a long black cloak and reached in his pocket and pulled out his wand.

"I go now to complete my final plan. I shall not be gone for long, and when I return, the Potters will be dead!"

Malfoy and Wormtail watched in awe as their Dark Lord strode away, not knowing that a few hours later, their world, as much as the Potters and the world of everyone else will change...

So end Ch1! I do plan on putting up ch2 pretty quick, so look for that. R&R please!