My feet dragged dully on the dry eart below me as I pushed myself slowly back and forth. A radio crackled somewhere in the distance, though it was nearly drowned out by the laughter of the few children in the dusty lot. I lowered my eyes as the sun beat down on us, and cast a shallow glance to my right. Harry sat rigid as a stone in the swing next to me. I narrowed my eyes at the steely look in his bright green eyes, and followed his gaze. Should've guessed. I sighed to myself. Dudley and his gang of misfits were stalking towards us, booming with laughter.
"Hey 'Big D'." Harry spat. "Beat up...

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Voldemort strode down the lane. He, thanks to his spies, knew exactly what the prophecy said. He also knew where to find the boy. Godric's Hollow on Halloween had a certain irony to it.
As he passed, a young child commented on his robes, thinking them to be a costume. The Potters' home was a quaint cottage. He looked in the window.
Inside, James Potter and his wife, Lily, were preparing for bed. Carelessly, James tossed his wand onto the chair he had just vacated. How foolish, to abandon his weapon.
As Voldemort...