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The wind howled, like a werewolf in the full moon's light, the sky was pitch black, like evil that lurked in the shadows.
A small house stood alone, in the quiet village called Godric Hollow, all you could hear was the tree's branches blowing in the wind.
In that house, lived Lilly and James Potter with their son Harry, to them it was an ordinary night, though they were ignorant of the fact that it would be their last night together, Lord Voldemort stood in an shadowed alleyway and laughed, his plot was devious, clever and wicked, quickly he stepped out onto the road facing the house, pulling out his wand he looked at the murderous weapon and smirked, yew wood, core of Phoenix feathers, shaped so beautifully yet so dangerous if it would fall in to the wrong hands.
"Lord Voldemort, sire they're inside."Squeaked a puny little man, hiding around the corner, Voldemort turned and faced the shadows.
"Ah, my servant Peter Pettigrew, why must you be hiding?"Voldemort snorted at the figure, he knew the voice off by heart, or what he had left of a heart.
The little man, Peter left the shadows and walked into the moon's light, Voldemort could tell that he was afraid "I'm sorry my Lord, master, sir-"
"Get on with it!"He growled pointing his wand at Peter, who suddenly leaped back and fell back onto the damp pavement, grazing the palms of his dirty hands.
"Yes sire, of course, i told Lilly and James that they would be safe, and that you would not find them, but of course you have, i told you, they won't know, since i told them yo-"Peter began to confuse himself and Voldemort.
"Oh stop your rambling or i shall stop it for you."Voldemort groaned turning back around to face the house."Get up, now, we don't want to cause any suspicion, do we now?"
"No, no of course not sire, no."
"And for Sirius?"Voldemort questioned as Peter scrambled to stand up on his feet.
"Sirius, he doesn't know a thing, all he knows is that i am guarding the family, nothing else, no, he doesn't know a thing."
"Hm well, tell me, how should i kill James, i have always proved a dislike in him?."His glares pierced the very moon up in the sky.
"My Lord, why do you ask me?"Peter looked up hungrily at Voldemorts wand, thinking about the bloodshed that it had provided.
"You are his best friend."
"Sire, i can't say, i am a mear servant, but you, you are like god."
"God, ha, if there was a god then why am i here?"
"To kill all of the mudbloods and save the wizarding race."
"Maybe, but to do that i may have to kill some of my own..."Voldemort trailed on, lost in his own thoughts, thinking about eternity and death, the stages and how he could surpass even death itself.
"My Lord, if i may say, we must proceed, if we want the plan to work."
"Do not rush me, or i will not enjoy the cries of the dead, but you are right we must proceed, and kill the Potters."They walked onwards, Peter trailed behind his Lord, and snickered delightfully at the plot his master conjured up.