October 31, 1981.
A thin, slender-figured man with glasses was in the kitchen cooking dinner for his wife. Behind his glasses, a pair of golden-brown eyes overflowed with a happiness and joy untouched by the encroaching darkness. "Harry is being such a handful. I need to make sure Lily gets some extra nutrition."
A violent crash at the front door made him start violently. Then came Voldemort's cold, bloodthirsty, eerie laugh: "So here you are... you certainly gave me a hard time finding you, Potter!"
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