A/N: As always, the Potterverse is JK's; I just play in her sandbox.
augenblick - (n.) "in the blink of an eye"; a decisive moment in time that is both fleeting yet momentously eventful, even epoch-makingly significant [german]
The tall wizard stood silently. The cowering fool at his side did not.
"T-t-this is the place, M-m-master," whispered Pettigrew, valiantly attempting to stand bravely in the presence of the most feared Dark Lord of the age.
"The seemingly empty lot in the middle of the Hollow was in fact my first clue that we have arrived, Peter," the wizard hissed coldly. "Now, if you would be so kind as to give me the secret so that I might actually SEE the house…"
A hand shakily extended a slip of parchment, the secret written plainly upon it. A moment of contemplation, and a well-appointed house shimmered into view. The current residence of the Potter family. The future burial ground of the same.
"Let us pay your friends a visit, shall we?" "A-a-as you wish, my Lord."
The pair walked towards the house, Pettigrew nearly jogging to keep up with the long, leisurely strides of his Master. A wand was raised, a thought processed, a spell fired.
"Reducto."
A front door turned to rubble in an instant.
And now commotion was heard inside, a male shouting to his companion to flee with their child. His time hidden in this house had dulled his reflexes; not much, but enough for an experienced duelist to take advantage. He was dispatched, and his former friend was unable to even watch, noted the Dark Lord. "Come, Wormtail, our prey is still here."
Up the stairs, to the only room still lit. A nursery, with a few toys scattered about; this was where his greatest triumph would take place. The woman, obviously unarmed, pleading that her son be spared. Severus had mentioned that she would be difficult to reason with, but this was beyond the amount of drivel he could stand. She, too, was dispatched with ease. A look to his servant, still shaking in the doorway. At least he would be good for something, serving as a witness to this great triumph.
In the crib, the boy sat. He stared. As easy a target as the Dark Lord would ever have.
He raised his wand.
"Avada Kedavra!"