Chapter 1: The Beginning.
Halloween 1981. Voldemort continued on his way to make do of the boy that would destroy him. Nearly there, he told himself. The boy will die tonight.
A mother and her daughter, who couldn't be older than two, walked past him, the mother hurrying the girl at the sight of him. The Dark Lord's hand twitched. He could do away with the muggles so easily, with just one flick of his wand. What stopped him was the great power he sensed coming from within the little girl. She was dressed in a witch's costume, the typical muggle stereotype. If only they knew… He stared at the girl trying to keep up with her mother who was getting quite scared now because he was staring at her daughter, he could sense her panic. He would leave them for now. He had other things to worry about. The Potters. They had been hiding for too long. Tonight, the hunt would end.
He finally reached Godric's Hollow. As instructed, he went passed the graveyard and took the first right. There, he saw the house. The house he had walked passed without even knowing it existed, protected by the Fidelius Charm. But now, he knew it was there. He opened the gate.
A passerby saw an explosion, followed by a piercing scream. He stared, transfixed, at the ruins of a house he hadn't even been aware of. He stood there for about a quarter of an hour, before running for help…