(Voldemorts POV)
I stepped over the stunned body of Lily Potter and looked at two cribs, each one holding a baby boy.
One side of the room was painted red and gold and the crib was red with stickers of Quidditch players and brooms everywhere.
It held a fat, bawling baby, with straight, dull red hair lying flat on his forehead with muddy brown eyes.
There were posters of Quidditch things, a giant plastic tub with racing cars, dinosaurs, and Quidditch figurines inside.
There was also a signed Silver Arrow broomstick leaning against the wall.
Meanwhile, the other crib was polished oak with baby blue paint streaks on the small cot.
There was a bookshelf chock-full of wizarding and muggle fairy tales, jigsaw puzzles, a junior broom caring kit, and a sticker puzzle book.
There was also a Silver Arrow there, but it was in its case and looked used but better cared for.
There were several pot plants and his side of the room was painted a light, forest green.
He had emerald green eyes and jet-black tufts of hair on his head with barely any baby fat.
I could hardly sense a magical aura from the crying one, but I could feel the other boy's aura pulsing throughout the room, creating a magical shield around his brother.
I knew that this was the one who was destined to kill me, so I aimed and shouted the most dreaded words in all of Wizarding Britain:
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
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