Jean left the house and took to the sky with caution. She knew the falcon was patrolling the skies again and wanted nothing to do with him. She was flying miles and miles above the muggle world below when she heard a loud screech from above her. Gasping- if she could gasp- Jean darted below, trying to get back to James and Lily.
She was too slow, however, and the falcon pounced on her. Screeching and clawing, she desperately tried to rid herself from his grip but the letter was ripped from her leg. She was unharmed but shaken. She flew with all her might, chasing him across mountains and forests. It wasn't until Taren reached a large mansion in the middle of nowhere that it began to slow down.
It swooped through a large bay window into a nearly empty window, Jean hot on his tail. Taren screeched and dropped the letter into the lap of the man sitting in a large armchair in front of the fire. "Ah, Taren," the voice rasped. "Brought a friend, did we?" His hand rose, revealing the wand he held. He muttered a spell and Jean flew into a bird cage on the other side of the room.
"Why didn't you kill her, my lord?" Wormtail inquired, honestly curious.
"I thought I would send a note to the Potters," Voldemort told him, glancing at the letter he had untied. He smiled his thin evil smile. "It looks like the bird would have arrived here anyway." He sent the letter flying across the room to where Peter stood cowering. He took the letter in his grabby long finger nailed clutches and stared at the writing it contained.
"James," he muttered, quickly looking over the letter.
"Yes, it looks like your friends are smarter than I thought. Though we can easily find out where they are."
"How, my lord?" Pettigrew asked.
"The bird. She'll lead us straight to their location. Though I will still send a letter of warning. I wouldn't want any muggles to lose their lives." With that, he smiled. That was exactly what he wanted. Along with the death of Lily and James Potter…and their son. Especially their son.
He strode back to his chair and sat down; staring into the red and blue flames dancing in the fire place. "Shall I write the letter, my lord?"
"No," Voldemort explained. "This is a personal matter; ergo I will make a personal letter." Wormtail nodded and began to leave the room. However, his master stopped him. "Wormtail!" He cried. "You have done well." Peter gasped at the compliment and bowed so low his stomach nearly touched his thighs.
"T-thank you, my lord." He stuttered shocked.
"I want you to come with me tonight. To the muggle community the Potters are hiding in."
"How do you know the relatives are muggles?" Pettigrew asked.
"They have no other relatives. Now, leave me and ready yourself to join me tonight." As he left, Voldemort shouted after him- whether to himself or to Pettigrew-, "I will not have them escape me again!"
Later that night, Jean came flying though the window as the Potters readied themselves for bed. James ran to her and looked her over. "No injury," he told Lily who was rocking a sleeping Harry in her arms.
"There's a letter," she commented. James stroked the birds tawny feathers as Lily placed Harry on their makeshift bed, made out of a drawer from the dresser. She picked up a few books that had knocked from the shelf previously that night. James handed the letter to her and she glanced it over, beginning to hand the books to her husband. But one name, down at the bottom, caused her hands to release the thick volumes, sending them crashing to the ground.
"Lily!" James gasped, kneeling down beside her own kneeling figure. "What's wrong? Who's the letter from?"
Before she could answer, they heard a knock on the bedroom door. "I heard something fall," Petunia exclaimed when James opened the door. "Is everything all right?"
Lily just shook her head and said, "He's coming. Voldemort. He's coming."
"What!" James cried. "How did he find us?"
"I-I don't know. But he's coming…and he'll be here…soon." They looked at each other, shock and fear illuminated on each other's face.
Suddenly, they heard a loud knock come from the front door but they didn't dare go get it. A horrible feeling was settling in the pit of everyone's stomach. "We can't get it. He'll just get to us faster." James whispered. Petunia's eyes widened and a gasp of air escaped her mouth when they heard footsteps coming from downstairs, heading toward the front door.
"Vernon!" She gasped. She darted out the door.
"Tuney!" Lily cried, trying to grab her. But Petunia made her way down the stairs.
"Vernon, don't!" She shouted but not before a bright light and loud boom sent them all flying backwards. Voldemort was here…and he didn't care who he hurt.