In the quiet shadows of a moonlit street, a light flickers on in the corner house. The window shows a young woman, not yet twenty. Her long red hair and emerald eyes set of her every feature, rendering onlookers speechless. She steps out of view, and leaves the room, so we are forced to leave with her.
Inside a small room at the back of the house, a man leans over the crib, looking tenderly at his son. Hearing the soft footsteps, he turns, and smiles warily.
"Is it always going to be like this?"
"I don't know, but we have to make through today, to make a better tomorrow"
We stop to take a closer look at James and Lily Potter. He is tall, with strong and handsome features. The most distinguished is his hair, jet black, that refuses to stay combed. They both shine with their love for eachother, and for their son. Little did they know, but this quiet night would be one that would not be forgotten.
In a dark alley, just outside London, a little man waits. The shadows conceal, but do not hide his face. It is shrewd and rat-like, with not a handsome feature at all. He seems all together very nervous. Rustling is heard, and as he turns, he comes face to face with a man.
"Are you ready, Wormtail"
"Yes, Lucius"
"Good. The Dark Lord is very pleased with you"
"I only hope that this will allow me to be put higher "
The man known as Wormtail bows as he said this, and his grovelling only annoyed his companion.
"Get up ,you snivelling worm. The Dark Lord shall be expecting you at 11 o'clock you know where."
"DO NOT BE LATE"
"I will be there"
With a nod, Lucius Malfoy disapparated, and Peter Pettigrew was left alone in the darkness.