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31 October 1981 became a fateful day for the entire wizarding world. Voldemort's downfall brought people hope and peace. Yet the losses had been far too great. The tears that fell then were a mixture of joy and profound grief.
Victory came from the most unexpected of places.
In an attempt to prevent the prophecy concerning the boy born at the end of July 1980, Voldemort resolved to kill the children who matched its description. There were only two — the Longbottoms' son and the Potters' son. Both families were powerful wizards. Both were members of the Order. Both had fighted three times. And yet... there was one significant difference. The Longbottoms were Aurors, belonging to an ancient pureblood family, whereas the Potters were reckless and lived off the inheritance left by wealthy parents. It was decided that the more serious threat would be eliminated first, and only then would he come for the other.
When Voldemort came for the Longbottoms, they were ready, and he was met with desperate resistance. That night, Voldemort's body was destroyed, and the Longbottoms themselves were killed. The only thing left behind was Neville. He was placed under the care of his grandmother.