The air was growing mysteriously thick and heavy with fog.

James peered out the window. "Hmm.weird."

Suddenly, a flash of green light made its way through the fog. James, still inside, became suddenly nervous.

"Lily! Take Harry and go upstairs!"

"What's wrong?" Lily asked, already in the hallway.

"I think.I think it's the-one-who-shall-not-be-named."

Lily gasped, "James! Come out the back way with me! I've got Harry." She pointed to her son.

"No. I'll try to ward him off."

"James! Please, come!"

"Lily! Hurry, he's getting closer!

Lily turned and ran upstairs, screaming.

James, wand in hand, stood before the door, waiting.

Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.

He couldn't take it anymore. There were more flashes. He threw open the door. "Whaddaya want with me?"

The man look startled. "Hi, I'm the local salesman, we have a sale on some fantastic flashing alarms this week..."