July 1981, a pleasant day with your wife. A small celebration for your little son's birthday, Your wife's family was certainly excited about it. Most of the members were present, the house was full, glasses of drinks were scattered everywhere, laughter was muffled, everything seemed great

Marlene left her little son, Charlie, resting in his makeshift crib next to the bed in the guest room of the Mckinnons' mansion she would share with you for the night. She left a kiss on Charlie's forehead, you watched the scene with love slowly filling your heart

"He's a heavy sleeper, like you"

She says playfully in a whisper, slowly moving away from her baby. Your arms twined around your wife's waist, the warmth of your body meeting hers. But it didn't last long. A muffled scream and a green flash lit up the crack in the door, a spell.

They both quickly understood that it was an attack on the McKinnon family, probably Voldemort. Marlene quickly picked up Charlie, preventing him from crying and attracting attention. You grabbed your wand. With your heart racing, you moved towards the door. The only thing that was going through your mind was that you needed to protect your family, the risks didn't cross your mind now.

Marlene grabbed her arm, a choked whisper left her trembling lips, she seemed on the verge of bursting into tears

"Where are you going? Have you gone crazy?"