In a blaze of green light, Lily Potter's life was extinguished instantly; destroyed just like that. Her murderer looked at her fallen corpse with contempt. Oh yes, he had promised Snape that he would try to spare the mudblood he was so attached to, and he actually had kept his word and tried (though of course not too hard). Too bad that the woman had been so incredibly stubborn and thought she could plead for mercy for her son.
She should have known better after years of war; Lord Voldemort never knew mercy. Lord Voldemort did not forgive, after all. Now she just was one more corpse on his path to power. Severus would have to live with it - if he couldn't, then he wouldn't have any further use for him.
Time to eliminate this obstacle which kept me occupied for over a year, he thought.
Slowly walking to his prime objective, Voldemort remembered how easy it had been.
This spineless sausage Pettigrew had revealed the secret to him as fast as he could, and he thought there was a certain significance in that he would kill the boy on this day of all things. Once he was done here, he would put his energy into finding the spare as well, to make sure. After all, he had not come this far, only to let a prophecy cause him to fail so close to the goal. He might be immortal, but it didn't mean he would take stupid chances.
Entering the house, James Potter had fallen fast to him, due to the man stupidly not having his wand at hand. He had to give it to the man that he had put up a good, even if desperate, fight with his bare fists. That would certainly become a nasty bruise on his face where Potter's fist had hit him. In the end however, it took just one spell to kill the man for good. His also unarmed mudblood wife had tried to plead for mercy for her son, but now she was silenced as well.
Finally, he saw his target. The boy looked at him with big eyes, his young age making it impossible for him to understand what was going on. To even think that this was the great danger foretold...
'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord'. So much for the one with the power to destroy me. Now watch how I wipe aside a prophecy like nothing...
Shrill laughter of gleeful anticipation filled the air while Voldemort slowly raised his wand, fully intent on killing the boy and putting an end to the prophecy of the one that would have the power to destroy him.
Outside meanwhile, Pettigrew was waiting.
He'd already seen two green flashes through the windows and knew that James and Lily were dead. And yet... he felt surprisingly little about that fact. Perhaps it was because he had lost his illusions long ago. He'd aways felt like the fifth wheel in the Marauders. He was not as smart and diligent as Remus, not as gifted or rich as James and not outgoing and popular as Sirius. He'd never shown it, but the resentment had festered for years. The war in turn had shown him he was on the losing team.
Thus it was no wonder that when the Dark Lord had come to convert him, he secretly switched sides without any further complaint and eagerly started to deliver information. At first he'd justified it to himself, but over time it became much easier. They'd never suspected him... below suspicion. He knew they saw him as worthless with little talent, and that they selected him as the secret-keeper because of it had only fueled the resentment deep inside.
Up until this day, it hadn't been all roses with his new master, either.
He'd been a mere henchman to the Dark Lord for the longest time, not being a full Death Eater and others actually holding that honor looking down on him. What would they know? The Dark Lord hadn't marked him due to the danger of discovery being too great. But not anymore. Giving him this crucial piece of information had finally earned him his Dark Mark and once this was over, there would be no more doubt about his allegiance.
Now it should be over in mere moments. The boy meant nothing to him, he had never bonded with him in the first place, so there was just an emotional void concerning Harry Potter. Just a little longer...
-BLAAAAAAAAM!-
He was thrown to the ground when an explosion ripped the outer wall of the house apart. Debris rained everywhere and he barely managed to get up a shield to protect himself. Looking at the devastation, he saw that the house had gone dark, a huge hole now gaping in the outer wall of the ruin. Something near his feet also aroused his interest.
Picking it up, he saw it was his master's wand. "Oh, Master..."
Why now of all times?! What should I do now?! he thought frantically, already toying with the idea to find a place he could stay at as a rat for years to come.
He was about to run away, when a cold shiver made him look up again, and what he saw made him freeze.
In the hole at the side of the house hovered... something. It roughly had the shape of a man and seemed to consist of blackest mist. Two yellow-glowing eyes stared down to him and he knew instantly that these were the eyes of his Master. They seemed to look straight into his soul and impressed one message. Then the shade was whisked away to a place unknown, leaving him alone.
He knew what the message meant and looked at Voldemort's wand. "I... I understand. There is no going back."
He then ran away from the scene of the crime as fast as he could to find a safe spot to apparate from.