A:N: Obviously I haven't been with you guys for a while. :/ But I came up with this idea, and found it potentially popular. Anyway, here you go.

Summary: October 31st 1981, local family, the Potters where graced with attempted murder by "He who must not be named" Sources say it was a nasty scene, and the family of three was extremely lucky to get out alive. -November 1st, Wanita Skeeter, Daily Prophet.

It was a night to remember weather the victims liked it or not. A bone chilling feeling. Just the way the trees blew in the wind. The play of light would cast unforgiving shadows upon the beige walls. It wasn't a cozy Halloween of eating sweets and curling up by the fire.

The Potters hadn't expected anything. Though their one-year old, Harry, was a bit crankier than normal, they really had no idea. No idea that Lord Voldemort was planning their murder.

No need to get into detail of the scene. It was quite gruesome in fact. You can only imagine that with Voldemort's grotesque ideas of fun. It was easy to see that something had happened in Godric's Hollow that evening. Young Trick-or-Treaters rushed home after hearing blood curdling screams from the Potter home. But there was something missing when Voldemort left, not defeated! But unsuccessful. Lily and James Potter had discussed it in the late of the night after everything.

They'd been taken to St. Mungos for treatment of mild injuries when the conversation was brought up. They'd decided that whatever had happened wasn't the end. Voldemort fled with the full intentions of someday coming back to haunt the Potter's. His "unsuccessfulness" had hurt his pride. He had to prove himself to his followers.

"Front page." Wanita said, pridefully to the other lower reporters in the office. She'd burst into the office with a huge grin on her face, her platinum blonde hair in perfect curls fell over her face, and her red lipstick popping with color on her fair skin. "I just new that it would make front page." She tucked her flashy glasses inside of her purse. "In fact so did Cornelius, he's given my the rest of the day off." She twirled a curl around her finger, and sauntered to her daughter who sat in front of the type writer, probably writing something useless.

The other reporters had turned their heads, and broke into low whispers.

"Anyone could have written that article, mother." Rita sneered, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

"Rubbish." Wanita began, "There are several reasons why I'm the only one that could pull off a flashy article like that." She said slipping onto her daughter's desk. Rita glared at her mother, than quickly flashed her gaze back to her paper. "One, I'm the best writer in this building. Two, it takes a responsible person to research her sources and get an article out the following day of the event. Three, I'm Wanita Skeeter."

"Just keep telling yourself that." Rita mumbled under her breath,

Wanita had read over the paper a thousand times: October 31st 1981, local family, the Potters where graced with attempted murder by "He who must not be named" Sources say it was a nasty scene.

Detectives advise that family's should protect their children and homes. We never know when "He who must not be named might be back. Anonymous witness says, "The family of three was extremely lucky to get out alive." -November 1st, Wanita Skeeter, Daily Prophet.

Really what stood out the most was her name. Wanita valued herself higher that the price of a thousand galleons. In fact she valued her self higher than anything or anyone.

A:N: First chapters are always short with me. There was really no point in going on here. I need to pick off with another chapter. So did you like it? Reviews get more chapters. :)

-Natalie