Disclaimer: Callista and her parents are mine. Everything else came from Ms. Rowling.
The fog began to settle over a dark, London street. A short, stubby man appeared out of thin air and began scurrying down the street. He studied each of the house numbers and stopped in front of a quaint, red house with gold shutters. He took out his wand and flicked it at the front door, which then opened. As soon as he entered the house, the man heard a woman's high-pitched screams. He followed the sounds to an upstairs bedroom.
Once inside, the man saw a cloaked figure hunched over a short, dark-skinned woman on the floor. She was crying hysterically next to the body of a muscular, caramel-colored man. His brown eyes were glassy and still; they were the eyes of a dead man.
"My Lord," the stubby man squeaked, bowing as he came into view of the cloaked figure.
"Wormtail," said a cold, hissing voice from under a cloak, "I told you not to come. As you can see, I'm rather busy at the moment.
"My Lord," Wormtail said, "I need to tell you-"
"Please!" the woman on the floor screamed, "I don't know what you want! Please don't kill me!"
The cloaked man pointed his wand at the woman and said, "Avada Kedavra!"
A green light flashed and the woman on the floor fell limp. Her golden-brown even grew large and glassy; she was dead.
"What is it, Wormtail?" the cloaked figure hissed.
"Well," Wormtail started, "I'm afraid I have been mistaken."
"Go on."
"I'm afraid," Wormtail muttered, "that this is the wrong family. The girl was born in August, not July."
The cloaked figure swore. "So, who should I be looking for?"
"The Potters."
"How could make such a mistake?"
"I'm sorry!" Wormtail wailed. "Bellatrix told me that she was sure the girl was born in July!"
"Do not blame others for your mistakes!" the cloaked man snapped, raising his wand, "Crucio!"
Wormail shrieked and fell to his knees in pain. The cloaked figure lowered his wand and walked toward the door.
"Come," he said, "Tomorrow is Halloween. I must do it then."
"B-but what about the girl?" Wormtail stuttered.
"I don't have time for her, Wormtail! Come! I need to prepare myself for the Potters."
Surprised, Wormtail stood up quickly and followed his master out of the room. Before leaving, he looked back to find a crib in the corner of the room. Throughout the chaos, the little girl sat wailing. Now, her amber eyes flashed to the frozen face of her dead mother.
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