Halloween 1980
A thick fog curled ominously through the narrowed roads of Godric's Hollow and as it was Halloween no one thought anything of it as dimmed the streetlamps and blurred the edges of the cottages. The only sound in the late night of the village was the rustle of leaves as they scattered down the road in the soft breeze that brought the fog. Near the edge of the village, in a cottage set behind a low garden wall, the Longbottom's were cozy inside getting ready to end the night. Little Neville yawned and Alice Longbottom smiled happily picking him up as Frank Longbottom picked up the cloak off the floor. They ascended the stairs, Alice following behind Frank, and neither heard the crack of apparition that disturbed the silence of the village.
After setting Neville in his crib, Alice turned to Frank who was now waiting for her in the doorway. She was about to speak when a soft creaking sound from downstairs caught their attention. Grabbing his wand Frank held a finger to his lips before using hand signals they learned in Auror training to motion for her to stay put. As Frank quietly left the room Alice silently cursed herself for leaving her wand downstairs. Panic filled her, they knew You-Know-Who was targeting them as well as other members of the Order, her mind filled with all the worst possible scenarios. Taking a deep breath she looked back towards the crib catching a flash of green before looking into the baby blue eyes of her son. When she heard the dull thud she summoned all her strength and her happiest memories and cast a wandless and wordless Patronus. A small armadillo appeared and she whispered a hurried message sending it off just as the bedroom door creaked open.
"Step aside Alice I only want the boy. There's no reason to shed any unnecessary blood." A male voice spoke and Alice whirled around to find she was face to face with You-Know-Who himself. Fear rocked through her for just a moment before she schooled her expression.
"I'll do no such thing." She responded. "He's only a baby what could you possibly gain from this?"
"I do not need to explain myself to you. You are trying my patience so I'll ask you one last time stand aside woman!"
"Never." Alice shifted to stand more centered in front of the crib blocking him from seeing inside clearly.
"Avada Kedavra!" Were the last words Alice heard.
Moving closer to the crib You-Know-Who smirked evilly. "Now boy it's your turn. Avada Kedavra!"
A green light flashed from his wand then a blinding white light filled the room as magical pressure destroyed the walls of the house around them. When the light finally faded a woman with red hair and a man with unruly black apparated into the area. Running inside they passed the body of Frank on the stairs and the woman collapsed upon entering the nursery. Her best friend lay on the floor dead, she shook with sobs as her husband checked for any signs of You-Know-Who.
"Lily," James Potter said softly. "Look."
Lily Potter looked up and to where her husband pointed. There in the crib was Neville, completely unharmed though crying, and next to him peaking out from under a cloak was a mass of unruly black hair. Sighing in relief that her son was seemingly unharmed she grabbed Neville and nodded to her husband.
"We knew this was a possibility, Alice and I spoke months ago and her and Frank updated their wills. Neville comes home with us. Grab Harry and when we get home we'll inform the rest of the Order Peter cannot be trusted he was their secret keeper."
James nodded his agreement and picked up their son, neither noticing yet the lightning bolt shaped scar that has now appeared on his head.