Prolog

He was walking through the long, cold, dark corridor. He was so confident. However, the more he was coming closer, the less sure he was. Was this decision right? Did he choose the right way? Right family? Right child? It was too late to change his mind. He was there. To kill the one who was supposed to be his greatest enemy. He stopped in front of huge, majestic doors. He pulled out his wand. „Alohomora" quite voice spread out of dark corridor. Doors opened and he could enter. He could hear laughing family. It was Halloween and Longbottoms were preparing for Neville's first costume and trick and treating. This should be destroyed it a few moments.