Setsuna quickly dashed to the house while not making a noise, running at a pace that would make an olympic runner jealous not to mention a certain large cat with tear-streak like markings. He slowed his movement speed as he neared the house then entered through the destroyed door frame. As he made his way around the slight debris he spotted the body of a dead man slumped against the opposite wall of where the door used to be. He moved over to the body like a wraith to see how the man might of possibly died, as he looked over the body he found no markings or injurys that would be a cause of death. He almost sighed as he walked away form the body and went on his way through the house and up the stairs, he knew that a certain form of magic had been used on the man, a spell that would destroy the soul if you will thus causing instant death. When he reached the second floor he headed towards the remains of another destroyed door and entered the room.
This time he did sigh as he looked down upon the dead woman, she had died the same way as the man but as he looked at her memories of his own love struck him. He shook his head to force the memories to leave him then noticed the small child wrapped in blankets only a foot or two from the body of the dead woman, he could only be one and a half at most, an infant, exactly what he needed. He bent down and picked up the child gently, he stared intently at the boy and examined his fresh new scar, potential, and massive spirit energy within with his powers. Smiling gently he spoke to the child who had just woken "Yes, you will do nicely, from this moment forth you shall be my student, my prodigy, my...son."
As he stood up to leave he heard someone comming and quickly ran through the destroyed door and took a running leap over the railing on the second floor landing silently on the first near the door. He bolted outside and dissapeared into the foliage near the house listening as whoever had shown up said something about the Potter family and how James,Lily, and little Harry were such nice people. He glanced down at the child "So you name is Harry Potter eh?" the child blinked back up at him as he said this "Well from now on you will go by the name of your biological father and my lost son, James...". He then chuckled as he ran at full speed away from the house and slowed time around him in a five mile radius, as the effects of this washed over the people near by he made a clean escape. Even if someone had wanted to see him or hear him they wouldnt be able to, not even a blur.
Dumbledore sat at his desk mulling over the dissaperance of Harry Potter. They had an idea of what happened, the Potters had been betrayed, Voldermort had found them and killed them. But there was no sign of Harry, yet signs that Voldermort was dead, this confused him and others that cared a great deal for the Potters. Dumbledore had a feeling that Harry was still alive thankfully but he was taken and that was what got to him the most. He didnt know what to do, all he could hope for was that Harry stayed alive and would be revealed on his eleventh birthday when he would recive his Hogwarts letter.