Doorstep

Snowy, dark, night.
The aroma of chocolate fills the air and so does the joy of children.
Back home they walk, content with candy.
They march on with costumes, parading on the streets.
No one notices the couple.
They stumble forward, holding a small bundle in their hands.
The bundle finds it's way to a certain Slytherin's doorstep.
And the Boy Who Lived's story began.
It began on a doorstep.