10 years ago…

It was a calm, peaceful night. Stray cats rustled throughout the neighborhood, as they usually did, and crickets chirped, but no other creature stirred. In a small home at the corner of Pilovet Drive, number twenty-seven to be quite exact, a young mother was feeding her fragile one-year old daughter. The baby was happily making sounds as her mum fed her. After a short while, the mother stopped hand-feeding her daughter's meal, and let the baby toss her supper. Why did the mother pay no attention, you ask?

With a simple flick of her palms, the mess could disappear. In an instant, the food-throwing chaos could be over. Again, how? As it may quite already seem, this ordinary housewife might not be so ordinary the harder you look. Indeed, she was a witch. And her husband, a wizard.

Speaking of her husband, he appeared, quite suddenly I might add, at the kitchen. He was dressed in his Muggle work clothes, gasping and out of breath. "Delilah, my dear. You will not believe what I have heard."

"What is it?"

"The Potters- they're dead. You-Know-Who.

"But –you will not believe this- their son, you know Harry correct?"

"Of course."

"He lived. He was the boy who lived. The boy who lived."