"Malfoy, Dolokhov, follow me"

Tom Riddle quickly put on his mask, throwing a robe over his head, nodding to his closest allies, preparing to leave Malfoy Manor, only when he heard someone rushing towards him at full speed

It was October 31st 1981. Your dear husband decided to check what kind of child was there, which should become his death. Just look. And nothing more, at least that's what he was counting on.