Halloween, 1981 -Ratted
A crack resonated throughout the street as a shadowy figure appeared out of nowhere. However, the few people who were out on that stormy night hurried along occupied in their own busy thoughts. Had one of them thought to take a closer look, they would have been amazed to see the short and fat, hooded figure vanish, leaving in its place a dirty, brown rat which seemed to have seen better days.
The rat scurried along, sometimes diving for cover behind garbage bins as heavy footsteps missed it by a hair's breadth. Soon, it had reached the outskirts of the town of Verratishire, but it did not stop until it had reached Godric's hollow, a sleepy little hamlet, a mile from the town. It was imperative that he not be seen. Too much was at stake with this mission and he could not risk failing those who relied upon him.
For a split second he stopped, and trembled in fear as he thought about the consequences of his actions. But then he seemed to make up his mind. There was a steely resolve in him-he was not going to fail this time. Under cover of a grove of trees, he transformed, biding his time. He was close; he could feel the aura of raw magic around the place, even though there was no house in sight. Well, that is about to change in a moment, he thought wryly. An observer would have been amazed at the sight that appeared as the stocky man began reciting in a low tone-'The Potter Family can be found at number 7, Godric's Hollow'. A beautiful cottage, tastefully painted in red and cream, appeared out of thin air. And it was not empty. Its inhabitants could be seen through the window- a messy black haired man with a baby boy on his lap, a red-haired beautiful woman with green eyes with a hint of worry in them. He looked at the scene, and a soft expression flitted on his face for a moment, quickly replaced by a mask of harshness and impassivity that he was used to. Determination and resolve on his face, he stepped forward and knocked at the door. After all, it never hurt to be polite.
Peter Pettigrew, Wormtail to his friends, strode in purposefully and announced
" Voldemort is attacking in ten minutes. You have to leave."